Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1056 1038. Top Armament
Finding a sword of this level in the lair of three trolls?
Lan handed Oakrest back to Thorin across the table with disbelief in his eyes.

Are you guys joking?

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake - the power of Alondate, has never let Lan down since he got it.

Even if it is powerless against the monsters of the New World, it is only because of its shape and is not suitable for dealing with large monsters.

In that gloomy and decadent world of fire, there was a giant blacksmith who had served the royal family of the Gods of Fire when the world began to have order because of the First Fire.

His life was saved by Lan, so he wanted to express his gratitude to him by using his craft.

At that time, the giant blacksmith who had served the Fire Gods for tens of thousands of years commented on the Sword of the Lady of the Lake: The forging method of this weapon is different from his, and the level is not much different from his. If he strengthens it subsequently, it may become weaker due to the difference in techniques, which is not worth the loss.

Later, only the wedge-shaped stone disc was used to strengthen [Turbid Flow·Destruction].

And in this world, Lan En immediately saw another sword of the same specifications.

The half-sword that Gandalf wore at his waist.

"This sword is called Glamdrin, the [Enemy-Strike Sword]."

Elrond took Gandalf's scabbarded longsword, which lay leaning against the dining table, in his hand, and, like the knife, drew out a small section, and determined the direction of the sword by the few inscriptions alone.

"Both swords were forged by the High Elves of the West during the First Age, during the battle against the Dark Enemy. Both were made in Gondolin."

"From my own clan."

"Among them, the [Enemy Sword] is the sword of Turgon, the King of Gondolin. The [Beast Bite Sword] is the sword of the Lord of the Well."

"At that time, they used this weapon to kill enemies. Even for us now, even if we just imagine it, we will feel chills and fear in our hearts."

"That was 10,000 years ago."

"In addition to those famous dark servants, these two swords have also killed countless Orcs. The magic of the elves also makes these two swords emit blue light as a warning whenever there are orcs nearby."

After telling the origins of the two swords with emotion, Elrond placed the sword again beside Gandalf's seat without any reluctance and leaned against it.

"I hope these two swords can be put to good use in your hands."

But Elrond's profound knowledge and his appreciation of the two swords just now made Lan a little interested.

"I have a good sword here, can you help me take a look at it?"

"Well, why not?"

Elrond nodded indifferently, put down the wine glass he had just taken away from the table, and took the Sword of the Lady of the Lake handed over by Lann through Gandalf.

"Oh, this sword is really big."

Gandalf said as he leaned back and looked at the long sword passing in front of him.

"No, you are wrong, Gandalf. It is not big at all, see."

Elrond's face showed a surprised, unexpected expression.

When he looked at Lan En, he found that the expression of the owner of the long sword was exactly the same as his.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake is a divine weapon that adapts to Lan's size and always maintains the length of a half-sword that makes it easy for him to use.

But when this half-sword length that was suitable for a height of two and a half meters fell into Elrond's hands, it changed back to a shape suitable for the elf's body shape.

"I cannot tell the origin of this sword, but it uses the magic of our elves. A very ancient magic."

"But we elves rarely use this magic. The history of this sword must be traced back to before the First Age!"

Elrond was able to make the Sword of the Lady of the Lake change shape in his hand and adapt to his form because of the magic of the elves.

"Please forgive me for being unable to help you, Lan. I'm afraid this sword is not well-known in history. I can only recognize that this sword also uses the techniques of the Western High Elves, and it is not quite right. What is it called?"

"Sword of the Lady of the Lake - [Arondite]."

Lan took the long knife that Elrond handed back and answered him.

Elrond frowned and thought for a while, but in the end he found nothing and stopped worrying about it.

"Well, I really don't know. A spirit that lives in the lake?"

The high table used by Elrond and his group of tall men was basically right next to the two low tables used by the dwarves, and there was nothing to be secretive about when appreciating swords, so everyone could hear it clearly.

On the low table, Bilbo Baggins lowered his head and took out the small dagger he had obtained from the troll's lair to look at it.

The other two swords are so famous, and although his sword is small, it is also made by elves!
Next to him was Balin, the oldest of the dwarves, with undyed white hair and beard, looking like a dwarf Santa Claus.

"I mean no offence, Master Baggins."

Balin tilted his head and looked at Bilbo.

"But the sword is named after the merits it has performed in war, you see, [Enemy Fencing Sword], [Beast Bite Sword] and so on."

"Hey, what do you mean?" Bilbo said unconvinced. "Are you saying that my sword has no merit?"

"In fact, it's hard to say whether this can be called a sword." Balin shrugged and smiled. "It's more like an elven letter opener."

"Where's the fluffy ball?" Bilbo said as he looked at the cat Elu who was squatting opposite him and licking a piece of elf cake.

"Fluff Ball, does the sword on your back have a name?"

"Yes, meow!"

When it comes to weapons, Flannel Ball also becomes excited.

It patted the hilt of the sword that protruded from its back shoulder and introduced its weapons to the hobbits and dwarves.

".Anyway! I personally watched as the [Thunder Cat Sword] and [Silver Cat Sword] were both created, meow!"

As it spoke, it proudly stretched out its paw to show off the paw's paw. "The marks on the sword were all made by my hands, meow!"

"That's normal." Balin, a dwarf and a veteran in forging, said, "In addition to military exploits, blacksmiths also have the habit of naming their weapons. It mainly depends on the technique, materials, etc."

"But again, Master Baggins. You will never find the forger of this sword. It still has no name."

Bilbo Baggins sighed, put away his dagger, and devoted himself to eating and drinking again.

The commotion at the low table cannot affect the high table which is actually responsible for discussing matters.

"Did you meet the three ogres on the Eastern Avenue?"

Elrond groaned.

"Why are you going to Dongfang Avenue when you have nothing to do?"

At this point, Gandalf pursed his lips, and Thorin's reaction was even more direct. He picked up his long sword, said "Excuse me" and left directly.

Elrond had seen too many turmoil in the world, and Thorin's behavior simply had the words "I am hiding something" printed on his face.

But he did not ask directly, because the more important the matter was, the harder it would be to get the answer if he asked, and he might even get false information.

So Elrond seemed to have turned the page, raised the wine glass in his hand, gently raised it towards Lan, and the two of them took a sip across the table.

Then, he spoke as if nothing had happened, as if he was complaining in boredom.

"Thirteen dwarves and a hobbit. That's a strange companion, Gandalf."

"Oh!" Gandalf immediately followed suit and wanted to change the subject.

"These dwarves are all descendants of Durin. They are all noble and upright people, and they are well-educated!"

This is said as a joke.

Lan En held the crystal wine glass by its silver base, sipping it while glancing to the side out of the corner of his eye.

Noli was secretly stuffing the elves' silver tableware, which was like a work of art, into his arms, while Bombo was stuffing whole pieces of bread into his mouth, not caring whether his mouth was full or not.

“In addition, their cultivation of the arts is also unusual.”

Gandalf continued to brag, and Elrond and Lann took it seriously.

But the dwarves would not compromise themselves to cooperate with Gandalf.

The elves' quiet and elegant music made the dwarves very unhappy.

They do have artistic accomplishments, but they can never be put together with the elves.

Bofur simply stood on the table, kicked out a space with his foot, then stood on it, stamped his feet to keep time, and began to sing.

The song is free and easy, and has a soothing country feel.

The dwarves, who were just excited by this, also began to release their nature.

They began to use the food on the table as game props and played along with the singing.

The tune was completely suppressed and messed up by the elves who were responsible for the performance.

They looked at each other.

But the business of the High Table does not stop with a change in the style of music at the banquet.

A piece of Elf bread brushed against Gandalf's plate and was thrown at him, causing the old wizard to twitch in fright.

But Lan took advantage of the confusion and tugged at Gandalf's grey robe under the table.

This was a hint, a hint that it was time for Gandalf to act.

The old wizard immediately smoothed his hair to draw Elrond's attention back to the dwarves.

"Hmm! Speaking of travel companions, of course we have to talk about this one."

The demon hunter now felt a little uneasy.

"That's what I was going to ask," Elrond said, looking at Gandalf seriously.

"Two of you wizards appeared near Rivendell today! I don't think this is a small matter."

"On normal days, it would be extremely difficult to find one of you."

"We met Radagast not long ago, but he turned and left. This fits my impression of him as someone who is afraid of trouble."

Without even turning his head, Gandalf grabbed Lan's hand which was on the table and pulled it towards Elrond.

"But it doesn't matter if he leaves. He doesn't have much to do with things anyway."

At this point, Lan En understood everything.

His bad premonition has come true.

"I bear witness, Elrond. Lan was Radagast's friend in Mirkwood, and they talked about everything. He had seen everything Radagast had seen! You can think of him as Radagast's agent!"

Lan smiled at the look Elrond turned toward him.

But the feet under the table.
"Ow!"

Elrond pretended not to notice anything and looked at the old wizard who suddenly shouted.

"Hmm? What's the matter with you, Gandalf?"

"No, it's nothing!" Gandalf pursed his lips and waved his hands, "I just hit my toe against the corner of the table."

(End of this chapter)