The Lord of the Rings The Hobbit: The First Dance

On the second day after the battle to defend the granary, the Great Green Forest camp returned to its usual vitality. Among the green tents, there were elf warriors coming and going, and they were carrying out their work in an orderly manner.

In a green pointed tent, Svanil got up from the bed suddenly, panting heavily, his face covered with sweat.She had a nightmare, and the dream was full of dark skies, bloody swords, and batch after batch of deaths.She took a deep breath trying to calm herself.

"Have some hot tea." A familiar and gentle voice sounded, and a steaming cup was delivered to his eyes.

Svanil stabilized his emotions and looked at the elf next to him. He had tanned skin and clear facial features, and he was looking at himself worriedly.

"Hills!" Svanil threw himself into his younger brother's arms.

The golden hair was buried in the dark green clothes, and his body trembled slightly. Hills hugged him tightly, and stroked the pale golden wavy hair with his big hands.When he was young, he always liked to throw himself into his sister's arms acting like a baby, but now he has changed roles. "Sister, it's okay, it's all over." After a long time, Svanil raised his head, his face was sad, and those originally clear and bright eyes were full of sadness at this moment.

My sister really shouldn't have come to the battlefield, Sears sighed in his heart, "Get up and walk, it's good for you."

Svanil nodded.

During the day, there was already a lot of traffic outside the tent, and the soldiers coming and going were in a hurry, just like when she first came a few days ago.But looking at it now, Svanyir felt bleak and gloomy. The sum of everything she had experienced was not as good as a short night on the battlefield.

"To see Elrond?"

Svanil's heart twitched violently, and she slowly looked at Hills.

"He is recovering now, and Gilgalad gave him the Ring of Qi—Via."

Then, for some unknown reason, two lines of tears flowed out, Svanil sobbed softly at first, and then slowly turned into howling, his eyes were like a faucet turned on, and he couldn't stop it.The elf warriors in the camp stared at the crying female elf in amazement, completely at a loss... They knew how to kill the most stubborn enemy, but maybe they were unfamiliar, and they couldn't think of how to comfort the crying female elf.Hills couldn't help but put his arms around his sister, patted his head and stroked his back. Shouldn't he be dancing with joy when he heard the news that Elrond was still alive? Hey, what's going on?

Slowly, when Svanil stopped crying with sobs, she felt embarrassed, and she actually cried in public like this.

"Drink, have a cup of hot tea?" A male elf came over and offered a porcelain white cup hesitantly.

Svanil lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Thank you, Laura." Sears nodded to the male elf and took the cup.

"Thank you." Svanil whispered like a mosquito.Then he took the cup in Hills's hand and took a big gulp. His body warmed from his throat to his stomach, and he drank it with his head raised, feeling refreshed!

"Let's go and see Elrond!" Svanil was in high spirits.

Hills pulled her back, "Wash your face first."

On the way to the Imratri camp, Sivanyir experienced ups and downs in her heart: she was very happy at first, then a little panicked, and finally when she saw the blue pointed tent, she suddenly had the urge to run away .So don't guess what a woman (fine) is thinking. Watching his sister smile for a while, shut up and bite her lips for a while, and look around in a panic for a while, Hills wisely gave up thinking.

Two elves stopped before a blue tent.

"Go in?" Sears asked.

Svanil didn't speak.

Before Sifanyier could sort out his little thoughts, the curtain of the tent was lifted from the inside, and two familiar figures walked out.

Gandalf took out his long pipe in a good mood and saw Svanil in front of him, "Oh, it's you, Miss Svanil! Bless you, Vera, I hope you are all well!"

Svanil nodded, but looked at Thranduil who was standing aside.Yes, it was none other than Thranduil who came out with Gandalf.He was dressed in dark clothes, with a calm expression on his face.

"To see Elrond? Well, don't worry, he's already recovering. I have to say, it's a very smart move, and it's very timely!" Gandalf glanced at Thranduil with a smile.Thranduil turned his head and looked in another direction.

Hills added: "As soon as Lord Elrond cast the sky-reaching spell, His Highness sent a gray falcon to pick up Lord Gilgalad and Mr. Gandalf."

Svanil looked at Thranduil in surprise and blinked.

Gandalf lit his pipe, "Then, I think I, an old man, should find a place to rest." After speaking, he spit out the circles under his eyes contentedly, and walked away slowly.

Hills looked around, gave a slight salute, and left.

Thranduil turned his gaze back, and met Svanil's gaze.The last time we fought side by side was just the day before. Goodbye, Svanil actually felt at a loss as to where to start.say what?Say "Hey, how are you, how is your recovery?" Thranduil stood in front of him healthy and healthy, naturally recovering well; if he said "Thanks to you this time!", he probably wouldn't be cold Respond in a nonchalant way; Sifanyier was a little weak, could it be that "today's weather is good!" She wanted to slap herself.

"go in."

Why?Svanil looked at Thranduil.Thranduil didn't say anything more, he took a step back and lifted the curtain.

Svanil glanced at Thranduil, and obediently walked into the tent.Just when the curtain was about to be lowered, she poked her head out without even thinking about it, and asked urgently, "Are you okay?"

Thranduil was about to leave, and when he heard the question behind him, he fell silent on the spot before turning his body slightly, "Well, everything is fine." The warm winter sun shone on his smooth, light-blond long hair, reflecting a faint The light illuminated his handsome profile.For a moment, Svanil was stunned, and then lowered his eyes, "Yes." Thranduil didn't say anything, and walked away.The road to the camp was tortuous, Sivanil watched Thranduil gradually go away, and suddenly felt some unspeakable feelings in his heart.

The tent is still the same as when she first came, with the reception area in the front and the rest area in the back.With brisk steps, she opened the curtain and walked into the rest area:

A wooden bookcase stood quietly by the wall; on the low table was a delicate bowl and a few sheets of parchment full of words; finally, on a wooden bed covered with soft sheets, a male elf lay halfway.The male elf has long black hair, which is not braided. It is all draped behind his back, covering half of the bed, and a few strands hang down to the ground; Half leaning, leaning on the head of the bed, looking at a thick red hardcover book in his hand; on his index finger is a gold ring with a blue gem embedded in the middle.Knowing that someone was coming, he slowly looked away from the book, raised his head, and looked at the person who came.

Elrond looked at Svanil quietly, the corners of his light-colored mouth curved into a nice arc, and his eyes were warm, reminding her of the outskirts of Yaminelos in May, where everything is sunny and spring flowers are blooming.

"Come," Elrond waved lightly, "read a book with me."

Svanil walked over and sat down by the bed.There happened to be a window facing the head of the bed, and the warm sunlight slanted in in the morning, making the room warm.

"In the bright moon rising in the evening, in a forest glade beside the Isgolduin River, a blue and romantic figure danced lightly. At that moment, all painful memories left Beren... Her blue dress was like a cloudless sky, and her gray eyes were like the evening starry sky; her cloak was embroidered with golden flowers, and her hair was black as shadows in the twilight. Her glory and beauty, Like the light on the leaves, like the gurgling stream, like the twinkling stars above this blurred world..."

"This is the story of Beren and Lucien." Svanil looked at the book in Elrond's hand. The edges of the thin paper had turned yellow, and the ancient elven language recorded that poignant period with the most beautiful words. love.

"Yes, the scene where they met." Elrond's hand slowly stroked the paper, as if stroking the face of a lover.Svanil turned to look at him, the sun was shining on every part of Elrond's face, from the full forehead to the delicate corner of the mouth, and the freesia necklace around his neck was pure and flawless.

She approached involuntarily, and put one hand on Elrond's chest, and the other on the freesia.Dark starry eyes drooped down, looking at the blond female elf in her arms, "Sifan..."

Xingmu was surprised for a moment, then dropped the book in his hand, and hugged the female elf in his arms tightly.Two pairs of lips with beautiful lips touched each other, kissed gently, and tasted lightly; the long and dense eyelashes drooped like a small fan; the slender fingers passed through the wavy blonde hair, dragging the back of the elf's head, leaning over And kiss...

Finally, the two elves leaned forehead to forehead and leaned together.Elrond's white and slender fingers gently caressed Svanil's face, his air was blue:

"Marry me when this battle is over, okay?"