hp lord of the rings still time

"We're moving, aren't we?" This wasn't at the elf meeting, it was just a private conversation between the young couple. Kleist sat in the small flower hall and asked Thranduil to comb his hair. It was already the third time. It was the thousandth year of the Era, and they were both the same as ever.

"Mount Amonlan has lost its temperature. Our winters are getting colder and colder. It's meaningless to stay here. What's more, you know, it's not safe here anymore." Thranduil told Cress Te's hair was braided, and finally tied a headband and added decorations. After careful inspection, he nodded and smiled: "Okay!"

"Has the new address been chosen?" Kleist turned to face Thranduil and asked.

"Just in the northeast corner of the forest, there is a river that originates from the gray mountains in the north and flows into the long lake in the north of the forest, and there is also a special magic stream that will run through our new residence and finally flow into the larger dense forest River, where we can build a new underground palace modeled after the previous Palace of Thousand Grottoes.”

"That's a good idea, do you need help from wizards?"

"Maybe you need to clear out a huge underground cave. After all, you are more experienced, aren't you?" Thranduil embraced the woman in his arms and kissed her forehead. Remove completely before it goes out."

"I know, I'll call them over to help later," Kleist said after a pause, "We just left like this, and I feel very reluctant."

"We're still in this forest."

"Okay!" Kleist stood up, knelt down beside her husband, and said in a low voice, "For our new home, I request a large room with a study and a cloakroom, preferably with a small arm room."

Thranduil chuckled, "There are so many demands!"

"Finally, leave a small room next to our dormitory for my future children, what do you think, dear!" Kleist looked at Thranduil with a smile.

"Okay, it's up to you!" Thranduil flicked the tip of Kleist's nose, very indulgent. Although they have been together for many years, he and Kleist have never had children, even though everyone is guessing in private But he knew that Kleist seemed to have other plans.

"You're so kind!" Kleist held Thranduil's cheeks, and approached him to give him a loving kiss.

"Aunt Crest! Here we come..."

"Ah! Sorry to bother you!"

"Go ahead!" The visitor pretended to apologize like this, which was very dishonest.

Thranduil, who was interrupted, was very irritable, and growled, "Where are you? Why didn't you report!"

"My dear, are they still children? You will scare them." Kleist comforted his shy husband who used his anger to cover up, and smiled apologetically at two identical young elves not far away, "Don't worry, you guys Why did you come here suddenly?"

Thranduil sneered harshly: "Almost a thousand years old, still a child!"

Elradun and Elohir smiled at each other helplessly, and saluted politely, "Greetings, Your Highness Thranduil!"

Erradan replied to Kleist: "We are traveling, and it happens that father has a letter for us to deliver to you." Erradan handed the taken out letter to Thranduil.

Kleist poked his head out and read the letter by Thranduil's side, "Ah! It's pregnancy day again. I didn't say that your father wanted to have fun with someone when he was free."

"Lord Glorfindel misses you very much, and even mentioned you to us before we left!"

Kleist nodded: "Okay! I will go. Sigh! What are the elves doing to celebrate the pregnancy day? If I have a child in the future, I won't let him celebrate. This is not to tell everyone that it will be a certain month in a certain year. One day, my father slept with my mother, so I came to this world, and I didn’t know whether to celebrate my birth or to celebrate my parents’ happiness!”

"Kleist, what are you saying in front of the children?" Thranduil heard Kleist's indecent words, and couldn't help pinching her cheek angrily, signaling her not to talk nonsense.

And the poor twins were also shocked by Kleist's unobstructed words and were speechless for a long time.

"Didn't you just say that they are not children anymore! There's nothing you can't say, anyway, they don't know, I've seen a female elf confess to them!"

"Don't make excuses!"

"I don't!" Kleist started rascal again.

Thranduil wanted to say something more, but when he saw the two brothers standing next to him with expressions of interest, he stopped talking, thinking that the younger generation should not be seen as a joke.Patting Kleist's little face, he said helplessly: "Stop making trouble, I'm going to deal with some things, you guys talk first!" After finishing speaking, the brothers left in a hurry without waiting for the brothers to salute, quite a sense of despair. The feeling of escaping.

"Auntie, you are amazing!"

"Yes! Even the toughest elf in Middle-earth can't cure you."

Kleist pouted: "Boy, are you saying that I am the most difficult one?"

Erradan and Elohir immediately denied at the same time: "No, absolutely not!"

"Tell me honestly, did something happen, or else your father wouldn't have had a good pregnancy celebration. It's not long since the last time. What does he want to do?"

"You know, several Estalis came from Central Continent."

Kleist nodded, motioning for them to continue talking. "There was Estali, who was wearing a gray robe, traveled to Forest Valley, and got along very well with his father. We called him Misranda. Compared with others, he had his own deduction about the whereabouts of the Lord of the Rings. He He looks very wise, and more modest than the white-robed one."

Kleist: "I see. I'll go when the time comes, but before that, I'm going to Khasad-Dum. Do you want to go together?"

"Of course." The two brothers said in unison. This is what they like most about Kleist. In Middle-earth, she can do whatever she wants. There is no place she can't go, and she can do whatever she wants.

Kleist, who had scoured the dwarves' caves, was separated from the twins at the gate of Khasad-dum, and returned to the woodland with a large pack of tobacco to pick from his collection for gifts.

"They left?"

"Well, how about I give you a Portkey?"

Thranduil looked at the bracelet in Kleist's hand, "I remember you gave them similar ones."

"They're all consumables that fail after a few uses. I don't think they wear them for a long time. It's just right to give them two more."

Thranduil stroked the top of Kleist's hair, looked at her softly, and asked softly, "Did something happen?"

"Well, it's about Estali..." Kleist shared with Thranduil what the twins told her. They sat at the dining table, chatted while eating, and talked a lot about the woodland. Rivendell's, and Sauron's.

The next day, Kleist returned to the wizarding world, preparing to pull the young men to come to help.

The floating island was very busy at this time, because in a few days it would be White Castle's annual Midsummer Eve celebration, which was the first Midsummer celebration after their queen ascended the throne, and it was worth celebrating just like Christmas.

On the covered bridge of White Castle, Kleist saw Regulus Black and his fiancée Susan Carrett sitting intimately together and whispering.

Kleist walked not far from them and coughed lightly. After attracting their attention, he asked, "Where are the others?"

"My brother and Ella went back to the manor to see little Neil. The others are either going on a date or doing their own business. Today is a rest day! Sister, what's the matter?" Regulus Black said with a smile.

"Well, I want to ask you a favor, Kleist, check the sky, see you at dinner."

"Understood!" After watching Kleist leave, Regulus Black walked with his fiancee in the White Castle, planning to go to the basement to check the location of his companions so that he could contact them.

"Your Majesty is different from the rumors!" Susan Carret said hesitantly. In fact, she was not familiar with Kleist and was even a little afraid. According to the news she knew, Kleist was not a good person. .Even though she was engaged to Regulus Black, they barely saw each other.In the eyes of the world, their queen is powerful and cannot be let down, cold and arrogant, but she has never seen any of these.On the contrary, it seemed humorous and lively during the few dinner times.

"You can call her senior sister or her name just like me, she won't care about it, don't be too unreasonable. Don't listen to those messages, you are a smart girl, you must know that she is very interested in you. Regulus Black smiled and comforted his fiancée, he knew that she was excellent in many aspects, but she was a little against Kleist.

"She's interested in me? Why do you say that?" Susan Carret asked nervously.

"She said you have a special soul. Let me take this as a compliment." Regulus Black smiled mischievously, and then kissed his fiancée's forehead soothingly, but felt her stiff body, worried asked: "what's the matter?"

"No," Susan Carret returned to her senses, "I'm just a little surprised why she said that."

Regulus Black chuckled and said, "Well, it's normal. She always knows a lot of things that others don't. You don't have to pay too much attention. We're here."

"Hmm." Susan Carret lowered her head and responded lightly, but missed the suspicion in Regulus Black's eyes.Does he like Susan Cullett?Of course he likes it, otherwise he wouldn't be engaged to her, but his fiancée obviously has a little secret that he can't share with others, which is fine in itself, but it's not a good thing for her to care too much about Kleist.Regulus Black recorded these doubts, he planned to pay more attention to his fiancée, and if necessary, he could also take some unusual measures.

The Woodland Kingdom needs help, and it's definitely something young wizards can do.After they dealt with the matter at hand, they immediately followed Kleist back to Middle Earth, just in time to participate in Elrond's pregnancy day celebration, that is, in Rivendell, they met Kulunel for the first time, Mies Randa and Redagast.

For powerful wizards like them, helping the elves dig an underground palace is not difficult in itself. Under the supervision of Thranduil, they and Kleist worked together in the northeast corner of the Great Green Forest, on the hill of the Jungle River. Start digging to build the palace.The work of the wizards is very simple. Just like building the floating island many years ago, clean up all the soil in the specified area, leaving only the thick and wide roots, and then form these roots into the desired shape.

Of course, the elves are not idle. The wizards only create the concrete prototype of the underground palace, and the real layout of the interior still depends on themselves. When Thranduil and the woodland elves are stepping up construction, Clay Sturt has arrived in Rivendell with his companions to attend the celebration.

As soon as they arrived in Rivendell, Kleist and his companions dispersed one after another. They all had their own friends here. Of course, Kleist had to visit his cheap father first, and by the way, collect the Part of the tobacco was given to him, and the cigarettes Glorfindel smoked were always provided by Kleist, and it was impossible for him to go to the dwarves to buy cigarettes, mainly because he had no spare money, and the few assets he had were used to make weapons.

When Kleist rushed to Glorfindel's favorite stone pavilion, he found that there was already someone sitting there. It was an old man with gray clothes and a white beard, sitting there with a cane and Glorfindel. It's like talking about Shenghuan.

"Honey, I'm coming!" Kleist said loudly on purpose, and trotted to Glorfindel's side with his skirt up, hugging him with a smile, "You don't even love me anymore. Don't look at me!"

"It's so loud, you can hear it from far away, I'm waiting for you!" Glorfindel patted her on the head with a smile, and then introduced to the people around him with a smile: "This is Mithranda , this is my daughter Kleist."

"Oh, what a surprise!" The gray-robed wizard Gandalf turned from initial surprise to astonishment. He obviously didn't expect Kleist and Glorfindel to have such a relationship.After sorting out his expression, he greeted with a smile: "Hello, beautiful lady, you can call me Mithranda or Gandalf!"