Infinite Movie World

Chapter 1035 Is this also called music?
"Ugh! Sorry!"

Bilbo hastened to apologize.

His mother just went on a trip to a distant place, and he thought that his mother was dead, and he said that his condolences will be changed, which is really impolite.

Princess Yawen smiled softly, "It's nothing, let's speed up, and we will be in the Silver Moon Hall ahead, where my father and king should entertain you, oh yes, by the way, you saved me, we Ruiwen Dell will definitely entertain you with the best banquet, I hope you will like it."

Sorin sneered, "We can eat what we bring."

For example, the instant noodles made by Xufeng.

After the battle in Mengshui Swamp, the dwarves were already hungry and couldn't wait to have a big meal of delicious instant noodles.

"How can that be!" Princess Arwen said angrily, "You are guests, and you are the guests who saved my life. If you are allowed to eat the food you brought and spread the word, others will say that the elves of Rivendell are It's a white-eyed wolf who doesn't want to repay you!"

Thorin frowned helplessly.

Indeed, if a guest comes to the host's house but does not eat the food of the host's house, this is clearly looking down on the host's house.

Although Sorin has a prejudice against the elves in his heart, King Thranduil does not belong to Rivendell, but Mirkwood. What's more, Sorin passed by Rivendell this time, and he also wanted to ask Elrond King Yuanbo for help. of knowledge.

Eating is also a matter of face.

If Sorin doesn't even give this face, then the matter about the key may be difficult to handle.

Sorin frowned and said, "Since we are here, let's try the characteristics of the elves."

The other dwarves could only shrug helplessly.

After arriving at the Silver Moon Hall, King Elrond called everyone to sit down in the order of the guest of honor.

There are two tables arranged in the huge hall, one is a round table and the other is a long table.

The members of the Snow Emperor's team, as well as Thorin and Bilbo, were arranged to sit at the round table with Princess Alvin, King Elrond and Gandalf.

The remaining noisy dwarves were arranged on the long table.

King Elrond raised his hand gracefully, "Everyone, please sit down. You must be hungry. I have ordered the royal chef and the food will be delivered right away. During this time, please appreciate our Rivendell music."

After finishing speaking, four elf musicians came in playing the harp and flute.

The tune is very melodious and peaceful, and if you listen carefully, it can actually restore your spiritual strength.

Rivendell deserves to be the magical holy land of the elves.

Xufeng sighed sincerely.

He closed his eyes, immersed himself in the elven music, and the recovery speed of his mental strength was greatly improved.

Xuedi and the others reacted half a beat slower than Xufeng, but when they saw Xufeng closed her eyes, they all understood.

Although Sorin didn't feel the recovery of his spiritual strength, he could hear that this song was unusual.

However, he didn't want to close his eyes in front of King Elrond. He was the king of the Lone Mountain Dwarves, and he wanted to maintain the dignity of the king at all times.

As for Gandalf, he naturally smiled and said nothing.

He is an old friend of King Elrond, so naturally he has known the mystery of this song for a long time.

While smoking Shire tobacco, he enjoyed the beautiful music of the elves, and tapped the tabletop made of moonwood with his fingers, feeling extremely relaxed.

This journey, although it can't be said to be difficult and dangerous, but it is also thrilling enough.

Now that we are finally in Rivendell, we can completely relax.

There can't be any danger here, absolutely impossible.

At another long table, the other dwarves were very impatient.

For them, this melodious ditty is simply the noise of mosquitoes.

Groyin frowned, and said in a rough voice, "Hmph, is this also called music?"

Balin smiled and said, "For elves, this is obviously called music."

The other dwarves laughed sarcastically.

In the eyes of the dwarves, unassuming music is not music at all, and music that cannot be knocked on the table with the rhythm is not music.

Qi Li said in a low voice: "Although I think the elves are very strange, there are indeed some pretty ones, such as the elf lady behind me who plays the harp."

Balin couldn't help laughing and said: "Kili, take a good look, the elf lady behind you... is actually a big elf brother!"

Qili looked back in astonishment, and sure enough, that luthier with fluttering hair and elegant demeanor was really a male elf!

Qi Li blushed and said, "Elf men don't have beards! What's the difference between them and women!"

The other dwarves laughed like no one else.

Sorin, who was sitting on the round table, frowned slightly.

It stands to reason that the dwarves should not be loud on such a grand occasion, but Thorin would rather sit with the loud dwarves now.

So, he didn't stop it.

King Elrond smiled and said: "Thirteen dwarves, one hobbit, and five humans, Gandalf, the expedition team you formed is really special."

Gandalf hurriedly said to King Elrond: "These dwarf brothers are descendants of the blood of the Lonely Mountain. They are very gentlemanly, and they have a very high taste in music."

As soon as the words fell, Ge Luoyin stood up and shouted loudly to a female elf playing the flute: "Hey, can you change the tune? This tune sounds like you are attending a funeral!"

Gandalf Elrond looked on.

Gandalf shrugged, "Yes, their taste for cause is different from ours. They are another height of style."

Philip stood up and said, "At this point, there is only one way to save this banquet that is about to collapse!"

As he spoke, Philip stood on the table, and sang loudly: "Once upon a time—there was a small mountain village under a gray mountain, and there was a tavern in the village, and the beer they brewed was delicious and cheap. , we want to take advantage of the moonlight to drink that fine wine, the groom has a drunk cat, and the drunk cat likes to steal our beer, we want to take advantage of the moonlight to drink that fine wine..."

The dwarves sang loudly while knocking on the table. The originally solemn and solemn Silver Moon Hall suddenly became like a tavern amidst their cheerful singing.

Gandalf wished he could find a crack in the ground and slip into it.

Xufeng couldn't help giggling.

King Elrond smiled and shook his head.

Sorin had a natural expression—yes, in the eyes of the dwarves, the music that can knock on the table is really good music.

The dwarves sang one song after another, and all the elves couldn't bear it anymore.

Fortunately, at this time, the waitresses brought elf delicacies, which brought this tavern-style concert to an end.

(End of this chapter)