hp lord of the rings still time

Xiaohualin was still as lively as before.The tree people have a long growth cycle, and they don't like to have too much contact with the outside world, so even if the tree people and the elves are a little closer, it has no impact on their lives. It is still the same as before, and the tree people brought Kleist to In the open space outside the place where the tree wives gathered, Kleist and the little wizards sat on the big rocks to rest.

Kleist heard a burst of quick footsteps, turned around and hugged the little tree figure Dimo ​​who was trotting towards her, and kissed her forehead with a smile.

"How are you, little Dimo?" Little Dimo ​​is the child of the tree people Lean and Moria, and is a little tree wife like her mother.She was also brought up by Kleist, and Kleist loved her very much.Every time I come to Kleist, I will bring her some small gifts or magic products alone.

"Dimo is fine." The tree man grew slowly, and he can only speak some simple sentences until now.But she remembered Kleist, and every time Kleist came, she always stuck to Kleist.But this time Kleist didn't come with the elves, and little Dimo ​​hid in Kleist's arms and peeped at the little wizards shyly and curiously.

The tree man Lien put little Dimo ​​from Kleist's arms to the ground, and said to her, "It's a guest."

"Hello." The soft and waxy greeting immediately captured the hearts of the young wizards. They were a little apprehensive about the tall and weird treant, but they immediately fell in love with such a small treant.

"This is for you." What Kleist brought her this time was a magic music box, which was a red wooden music box with some small animal patterns carved on the outside, specially for the little tree people. The design can be big or small.Kleist opened the lid of the box, and crisp music sounded from inside. The little tree man opened his mouth with joy on his face.Excitedly holding the music box in his hands, he picked it up and wanted to kiss Kleist.

Kleist bent down, let the little tree man kiss her cheek, touched her little crown with a smile and said, "Take it and play." The little tree man bowed to everyone and ran away.

"Thank you." Treeman Lien thanked Kleist. They had known each other for decades, but the girl hadn't changed at all. The only difference was that she was no longer a child when they first met.They're getting more and more adept like regular old friends.

"What's the matter?" Kleist said goodbye, not caring.She opened her arms to the tree man as before, and the tree man knew what she meant, grabbed her, and put her on his tree branch in the surprise of the little wizards. Kleist sat down and said: "We Just rest in Xiaohualin for one night, and tomorrow we will set off for Fangorn Forest."

"I'm sorry that I can't go with you." Treeman Lien has been living in the Little Flower Forest since his child was born, knowing that it will take a long time for his child to grow up and be independent.

"We can go by ourselves, I know all tree people." Kleist felt it didn't matter.

"Well then, Treebeard is in Fangorn Forest recently, you can go find him."

"thanks, I will."

"You rest here, I'll bring you some fruits." The tree man put Kleist down, turned and left.

"This is the Ent, it's wonderful." Kleist could never understand why Ira Smith was taken aback.

"Yes, they are tree shepherds, born to protect trees."

Kleist was sitting on the big rock, and the little wizards were sitting around her. They wanted to look around, but Kleist didn't speak.They had to stay on the big rock honestly.

"What are the characteristics of tree people?" Ranrisa Bulstrode was very curious, and she asked Kleist beside her.

"It's almost like a tree. It grows slowly, has a long life, and is strong and tall." Kleist thought while dragging his chin with one hand.

"How do they reproduce?"

"This question is very rude." Kleist rolled his eyes at the little wizards who didn't know why. To the little wizards, tree people are another race. They didn't put them under the same conditions, so To ask such a rude question.For Kleist, the Ents are advanced intelligent life forms like them, and it is very impolite to discuss the privacy of other races.

"Sorry." Christopher Cooper, who knew he was rude, lowered his head.

"You don't need to apologize to me. I hope you respect all races in this world. Even though they look different from us, their intelligence and ability are no worse than anyone else. We should treat them with a normal heart. Of course , except the Orcs."

The little wizards nodded, acquiescing to Kleist's words.With the slow nature of the tree man, it was already sunset when Lien came with Moria and the fruit.The little wizards chatted with the tree man without saying a word.When a crescent moon rose in the night sky, the tree man left with his wife and daughter.Every time Kleist came, he would not disturb the lives of other tree people. Most of them knew each other but kept a distance.The same is true among tree people.

"There are also moonlight flowers here." Regulus Black looked at the moonlight flowers all over the forest, shining silver light under the moonlight.

The little wizards all looked around with nostalgia. There are many moonlight flowers in the Woodland Kingdom. They seem to adapt well here. Whenever they see these flowers, they always think of Hogwarts and the wizarding world. think of home.

"Sometimes I think we are very similar to these moonlight flowers," Lily Evans jumped off the rock, picked a flower and put it in the palm of her hand, "It also adapts well in another place." After she finished speaking, she raised her hands slightly and held the flower Pushed to Kleist.The moonlight flower fell lightly from the air into Kleist's hand, and Kleist floated the flower in his palm and blew lightly, a piece of silvery debris floated into the air from the petals, changing more and more, and changing more and more. The bigger it was, it finally turned into countless silver butterflies dancing around everyone.When you touch it with your hand, the silver butterfly turns into debris and disappears with the wind.

After a while, Kleist waved his hand, and the group of silver butterflies gathered together and flew into the air with the wind, and finally turned into stars and spots and disappeared into the night sky.

"Look, this is magic. As long as you think about it, it can be realized. At some point, we are like the gods who created things, using magic to create miracles that belong only to us." At this moment, Kleist completely broke away from the child In the eyes of everyone, she is so charming. Magic has endowed her with mystery and power, making her daunting and desirable.

"We can do it too, right?"

"Of course, the future belongs to us." During the words, everyone saw a different kind of light in Kleist's eyes, which was self-confidence, anticipation and ambition.