hp lord of the rings still time

"It's a pleasure to see you again, my lord!" After finishing speaking, he bent down and bowed to Kleist and the others, which was the most important gift he could do as a king.His subjects looked at the extraordinary girl in front of him in surprise, they didn't expect her to be so young.

"No need to do this." Kleist hurried forward to support him, no matter how old she was here, she still couldn't accept an old man saluting her.

Cyril Ryder stared blankly at Kleist's leather gloves, as if recalling that a long time ago, he asked everyone to sit down.

Cyril Ryder did not sit back on his throne, he sat opposite Kleist and Thranduil, smiled and said to them: "Time is very tolerant to you. And I am an old man who is dying, even this I can’t get out of all the halls. Hehe, there is no other meaning, it’s just emotion!” After speaking in one breath, he paused for a while, then continued: “This is my grandson, Crewe Ryder, after me he will be the new king here. Hopefully our deal will continue amicably."

"Yes." Thranduil made a promise on behalf of the Woodland Kingdom. He looked at Cyril Ryder. After many years, this human being who had bored him for a while was about to die, and his little girl was still young.

Cyril Ryder looked softly at the girl sitting beside the elf as before, the past was like a cloud of smoke, and those inexplicable feelings disappeared in a long time, only the nostalgia remained in his heart forever.

He said slowly with a little remembrance: "I once promised to do anything for you, but I waited for 87 years, but I didn't get any reply. Once I thought, if you are still alive, maybe I can see you again. Who I want to wait longer and longer, and then I think it’s okay to meet your descendants, I don’t want to go into the grave with regrets.”

Kleist took out the gold button and floated it in front of Cyril Ryder with magic. Under the surprised eyes of others, the old king slowly reached out to catch the button he had been waiting for for a long time.He picked up the button and put it in front of his eyes carefully, and said: "The past seems to be vivid! Please don't look away, people like to look back at the past when they are old." After a pause, he turned his head slightly and said: "Pierce. "The entourage behind Cyril Ryder bowed and retreated, and Cyril Ryder smiled without saying a word as if he had made a decision.

After a while, the attendant named Pierce handed an exquisite box to the old king.

After handing over the scepter to the heir, Cyril Ryder took the box with both hands, and was supported by someone to stand up and walk towards Kleist step by step.

"We are relatively barren here, and it seems that there is nothing to sell except minerals. But we found a treasure that no one else has here, and we call it White Light Stone." Cyril Ryder handed the silver box in his hand to Ke Lester, motioning for her to catch it.Kleist looked at Thranduil, who nodded in agreement, and Kleist caught it with both hands. This is a silver box that looks a bit old, but it is engraved with something that seems to record something The patterns are simple and mysterious.

Cyril Ryder opened the box, and there was a faint white light inside, just like the color of Kleist every time he left, it made people feel very warm, everyone felt very surprised, and couldn't help but look carefully.Among the bedding of finely divided gemstones, in the center of the box was a clean oval angular white gemstone as big as a child's fist.It is really a heart-warming treasure, but Kleist refused. She closed the box and pushed it to Cyril Ryder, "It's too precious!"

Cyril Ryder didn't answer, he took a step back and said: "At that time I was very desperate and felt that I would die with hatred like this, but you saved me and gave me a chance to live. At that time, I had nothing to repay, This is what you deserve, at least now I feel that my life is the most priceless treasure in the world, doesn't it?"

"Exchange price for pricelessness! Kleist, take it!" Thranduil chuckled.

"Thank you!" As soon as Thranduil reminded, Kleist suddenly realized, took the box in his hand, and handed it to Langrisa Bullstrode behind him.This is Cyril Ryder's reward, and it is also a proof of their settlement. With that button back, Kleist can no longer demand anything from him or his kingdom.

"Haha, okay..." As if letting go of a worry, the tense nerves were relaxed, and the old king quickly fell down.

"grandfather!"

"Your Majesty!" There was a commotion in the hall.The old king was laid flat on the floor, he kept panting heavily, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something.

"My lord, do you still have any medicine?" Cruled looked at the distressed grandfather, thought of the potion that Kleist and the others had given him before, and quickly stepped forward and knelt down in front of Thranduil and Kleist with his eyes closed. I prayed redly.

Kleist lowered his eyes, and shook his head with a look of reluctance: "I'm sorry, the medicine is no longer effective."

Crowled returned to his grandfather in disappointment, knelt down, held his hand tightly, and sobbed softly.

Kleist looked at it for a while, then sighed softly, she took off the gloves and handed them to Thranduil, who took it with a little displeasure.Kleist walked up to Cyril Ryder and knelt down, stretched out his hands to hold one of his hands, and then chanted softly.Cyril Ryder's whole body was surrounded by a faint light, his expression began to ease, his breathing was slow and steady, and he gradually recovered his sanity, and even his old face began to show his youthful appearance.Everyone in the hall except the elves couldn't help approaching this comfortable light, except the little wizards who didn't advance but retreated.

In Cyril Ryder, who was surrounded by the power of the holy light full of vitality, his cloudy eyes became clear and bright. He looked around the people around him carefully, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I saw it so clearly. Thank you!" He carefully looked at the hand held by Kleist, and then said: "Please, I still have a few words to say."

Kleist nodded and continued singing.

Cyril Ryder held the heir's hand tightly, "Protect our kingdom, Crewe, and be a good king!" The country he built with his own hands is what he is most worried about.

Crowled choked up and said: "I will, grandfather, don't leave me! Don't leave us." Cyril Ryder reached out and stroked his grandson's hair comfortingly, without saying a word.He turned his head, looked at Kleist and said with a smile, "The greatest blessing in this life is meeting you, thank you!"

"No need to thank you." The sorrow of death also infected Kleist. When people die of old age, they are so unbearable, only prayer and sadness remain.

Cyril Ryder said weakly: "Thank you for giving me a decent way to leave." After speaking, he held Kleist's hand vigorously, and then let it go suddenly as if he had vented all his strength, and closed his hand. His eyes closed, his chest no longer rose and fell, and his time stopped.

"No, grandfather!!!" Crulide's heart-piercing shout resounded in the hall.

Thranduil helped Kleist who was a little dazed, "We should go!" Kleist glanced at the sad crowd and turned his head to look towards the entrance of the hall. Thranduil gave her the gloves to take The cloak handed by the elf, Kleist flicked the gloves but didn't put it on, and Thranduil put the cloak on her.

Crowled looked at the elf who was about to leave, stopped his grief, and bent forward to salute, "Thank you very much, I will see you off!"

"No need, we will leave by ourselves!" Thranduil refused. He took Kleist's hand and walked towards the door of the main hall. Looking at the small snowflakes falling outside the hall, he pulled up Kleist's cloak hat and gave it to him. She put it on, and said lightly: "The sky has changed."

Kleist turned his head and took one last look at Cyril Ryder, walked out with Thranduil, reached out to catch a snowflake and said softly: "The sky has indeed changed!" Then he looked at Thranduil with a smile Then said: "How I wish you could grow old with me."

Thranduil stared at Kleist with tender eyes: "My heart will be with you."

Kleist smiled and squeezed Thranduil's hand, lowered his head, and walked forward slowly.

The people who had just gone through life and death were even more silent than when they came here. The elves were accustomed to the death of human beings, and there was a trace of inexplicable emotion when they sighed, like envy and intolerance.

The little wizards were surrounded by the sadness and anxiety of death. They looked at Kleist, who was at the forefront, and remembered Kleist's life alone, but for Kleist, it was just two meetings. , once to save his life, once to send him away.This would be a constant in Kleist's long life, and perhaps one day she would be here to see them off.

The weather back was too bad. Thranduil and Kleist rode the same horse. The fierce wind blew their cloaks. Randyll's chest, stroking his heartbeat, whispered: "How can I give up!"

As low-key as it was when it came, the sailboat sailed very calmly when it returned.Probably because the shadow of death did not linger in everyone's hearts. In the first two days, everyone was rather dull. Until the second night, when Kleist set up a hammock in the middle of the mast and lay on it dangling, The little wizards gathered around Kleist.

Frank Barton asked: "What are our next plans?"

Ella Smith: "I want to go back to the floating island."

"Me too. I haven't been back for a long time. I don't know what happened."

Kleist looked at the starry sky and said weakly, "I'm going back to the Woodland Kingdom, you can do whatever you want, we will only stay longer this time than last time."

"Then shall we still patrol?"

"Of course." Kleist was a little dazed and didn't know what to think. When he heard the little wizards discussing, he answered casually.

James Potter asked: "Then we can wander around here in our spare time?" We're not afraid of being caught.

"Okay." As if thinking of something, Kleist chuckled, "The floating island needs people to stay behind, and the Anduin River needs to be escorted. Arrange the time yourself!"

"Okay!"

"How about we draw lots?"

"No, I don't want to go out!"

"Me too."

. . . . .

Kleist looked at the crescent moon covered by floating clouds, and suddenly felt a little confused and at a loss. It seemed that all the ambitions to make achievements were shrouded in death, and time really was the biggest enemy.