Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1066 1048. Greetings from Friends

Lady Galadriel seemed to have a strong friendship with Gandalf, and the two of them chatted some more on the platform.

The witcher who had already walked down saw Elrond standing on the stairs.

The Elf Lord stood on a small platform in the middle of the spiral staircase, looking at Lan En walking down leisurely.

"You're welcome, Adanisir."

Elrond nodded gracefully, causing Lann to raise an eyebrow.

"what?"

"You have a commission to fulfill, and I facilitated this meeting. After Lady Galadriel and Gandalf have finished their business, she will stay in Rivendell for a while. You will have plenty of time to complete the commission you have received."

Elrond shrugged.

“So I say: You’re welcome.”

It must be said that Elrond has a rather humorous character when there is no emergency or serious situation.

He walked up the steps a few steps so that his head was level with Lan's.

This angle of view allows you to see the platform above.

In the morning sunshine, Galadriel and Gandalf stood under the arch and talked to each other. The atmosphere between them was natural and comfortable, like that of old friends who were very familiar with each other.

Elrond had a smile on his face, tilted his head in the direction of the two men, and said to Lan.

“You know this picture”

As he spoke, Elrond made a "picture frame" with his hands, framing Galadriel, Gandalf, and the sun together.

"What's the youngest thing?"

Generally speaking, no one would choose the Suns, but Lan En blurted it out.

"sun."

"Ok?"

As expected, Elrond looked choked.

"Wait. Why?"

"Because I know you want to tease me."

The young witcher said with a sneer on his face.

"Okay, now you can reveal the answer to this question. Is it a brain teaser? A homophone? Or something else?"

"To be honest, sometimes it makes me feel good to say the answer to a joke or riddle in one breath, and then watch the person who asked the question explain the funny part awkwardly."

But Elrond was not embarrassed.

"I didn't expect that jokes could be played this way. It's really profound. But maybe it's because I'm not very good at it, so you probably won't see me looking embarrassed when explaining the joke today, Adanisir."

Now it was Lan En's turn to have the sneer on his face gradually freeze.

"Wait. What?"

"Meaning: This is not a riddle or a brain teaser, young Lan."

Elrond had an easy smile on his face.

“The sun in the sky is indeed the youngest thing in this picture.”

Elrond led the way down.

"The sun and moon today rose at the beginning of the First Era, which also symbolizes the beginning of the First Era."

"Before the First Age, we elves called it the Age of the Two Trees, because the two giant trees that illuminated Arda and brought light to the world were grown in the Blessed Land."

"They are one of gold and one of silver, planted by the hands of the Valar themselves, and their light is holy and pure, illuminating all."

"Lady Galadriel is one of the few elves who remains in Middle-earth. She has seen the light of the Two Trees in the Blessed Lands of the West. You have seen her eyes, have you not?"

"The light of the Two Trees still remains in her eyes."

"Then the Two Sacred Trees were killed by Morgoth and his helper from the Void, the giant spider Ungoliant, who sucked the sap and injected venom into the trees."

"Then the Valar raised the flowers of the Silver Tree to the sky, which became the Moon, and the fruits of the Golden Tree to the sky, which became the Sun. That was the beginning of the First Age."

The demon hunter blinked and became more certain.

A world with a clear creator god is very lively. The sun and the moon were born only a short time ago.

Lann's surprised and dazed expression made Elrond smile.

For races with a short lifespan, these things are always hard to believe.

Compared to the elves, all other races in this world have a 'short lifespan'.

For the Elves are immortal, being the firstborn of Ilúvatar, and will live until the destruction of Arda.

Their physical death was but a phase, and their spirits would be reunited in the halls of Mandos after their physical death.

It might even be possible to take time out from the halls of Mandos and play in the blessed land of Valinor, where the Valar dwelt.

So Elrond was not surprised that Lann did not know what the sun and moon above his head were.

Because humans have a limited lifespan, most of them don’t know these things.

At this moment, Lan's curiosity reminded him of the topic they talked about during dinner at Old Tom's house.

"So," the witcher asked hesitantly, "I heard that Arda was once round. When did it become a sphere?"

"Ah, this happened not long ago," Elrond said lightly as he walked down the stairs with ease.

But Lan En no longer dared to believe the local elves' words that "it won't take long". What does "who knows" mean?
"It was at the end of the Second Age, when Ilúvatar was angered by the Númenorians and drastically changed the topography of Arda to become a sphere."

"Later, the Valar and the Vali were no longer allowed to raise mountains or change land masses in Middle-earth. They even rarely set foot in Middle-earth."
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The dwarves left, and Gandalf followed them.

Rivendell returned to its former tranquility and elegance.

Not long after Lady Galadriel finished her conversation with Gandalf, she found Lann on the bridge over the leafy pool in Rivendell.

It wasn't that he 'found' it, exactly. Rather, Lan was just wandering around as usual, and when he turned the corner from the gardener's grass wall, Lady Galadriel was already standing on the bridge.

Her beautiful eyes looked down at the fallen leaves floating in the gentle stream of water.

Lan was just slightly stunned, then walked to Lady Galadriel's side normally and freely.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

"Good afternoon, Adanisir."

Galadriel looked up with interest, looking at Lan beside him.

"Can you walk with me?"

"Honored."

The two walked side by side on the small stone bridge, and the red fallen leaves not only floated into the pond, but also fell on the stone bridge.

The water in the pool is so clear that it can reflect the entire sky, the stone bridge, and the people on the bridge.

"The sword," said Lady Galadriel, as they walked. "Please bring it out again, and let me see it."

Even though Lan En could feel that the Elf Queen beside him was deliberately suppressing her power, her voice still brought out an ethereal echo when she spoke.

It was a huge and high-quality force resonating.

An elf older than the sun and the moon. The elves of this world might actually be able to fight the gods, and maybe even win!
Lann drew out the sword of the Lady of the Lake with one hand, and the blade light as clear as lake water fell into Galadriel's hands.

As soon as she got it, the Elf Queen raised her lips with a hint of amusement.

"This is not the form I taught her. I only taught her how to forge swords, not knives."

"This knife, it turns out, is indeed a long sword."

Lan En said in amazement, looking sideways at the Elf Queen.

"It's just that my habits and skills are more suitable for the blade shape, so I asked the lady to help me modify it. Did you teach her this forging technique?"

Galadriel's hands played with the long sword, skillfully and lightly.

At the same time, there was a reminiscent smile on her face.

"That was a long time ago."

"I was in Valinor, learning from many Valar and Vali. I did not know at that time that I would cross to Middle-earth."

"Nimue suddenly appeared in Valinor at that time. She and I were still young at the time. We were rare friends."

"We talked under the Two Sacred Trees, and the Valar looked at Nimue with kindness. They didn't mind me sharing what I had learned with her."

At this point, Galadriel's face showed a smile of happiness and relief, the kind that only appears when old people recall the beautiful times of the past.

But soon, this smile was mixed with a hint of pride and ridicule.

"Of course, Nimue is not very smart. She learns slowly and in a variety of ways. In fact, she has not learned anything at all. Compared with me."

As Lan En's expression and tone changed, a muffled "puff" sound came out of his closed mouth, and even this muffled sound was immediately choked back by him.

He is not stupid, he shouldn't speak at this time!

There was a soft, echoing ding sound as Galadriel's long, graceful knuckles struck Arondite's blade.

The corners of her mouth were covered with a smile, as if she was joking about a good friend's joke, which made the sacred and noble aura around her seem a little more approachable.

"Thanks to your own strength, Lan. Nimue has done something stupid again. She actually dared to transform the sword form I taught her into a knife without any processing."

"This is the skill that Aulli, the god of craftsmen, taught me."

Galadriel's voice was a little deep, sounding mature and steady.

Therefore, the destructive power of comments should not be underestimated.

Lan En could already feel the corners of his mouth twitching.

Galadriel and Lan walked across the stone bridge and strolled in the neatly and elegantly trimmed gardens, revealing the elves' artistic accomplishments.

The Elf Queen held the knife in her backhand and made a light scratch on a green leaf by the roadside. A shallow scratch appeared that didn't even cut through the thickness of the leaf.

"Well, she also attached a unique magic to this sword that she researched herself? That's really some progress."

After a series of sarcastic comments, Galadriel suddenly stopped in the garden.

All the teasing and smirk on her beautiful face disappeared.

She looked down at the long knife in her hand, and in the end, only a nostalgic smile remained.

"Is she okay now, Adanisil?"

Galadriel spoke softly, her fingers brushing across Arondite's blade gently, as if she were touching a good friend.

"The Lady of the Lake is fine now, ma'am."

Lan said sincerely.

The Elf Queen responded with a thankful smile.

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)