Chapter 158: The One Who Cannot Return
"Estelle loves to hear your story."
Elrond tried to smooth things over, "Ever since he heard your legend, he has always wanted to meet you."
"I'm glad you enjoyed hearing my story."
Levi shook hands with Aragorn and said, "It seems that you are very interested in adventure."
"Yes!"
Aragorn gave a fairly affirmative answer.
After that, he asked again: "Have you really fought with a dragon?"
"Of course, in the Lonely Mountain, the land of the dwarves."
Levi recalled: "That dragon is a chatterbox. Once you stand in front of it, it will chatter non-stop to you, trying to disturb your mind."
"It will slowly extend its huge dragon head that takes up your entire field of vision in front of you, stare at you with its golden vertical pupils, and then ask you questions."
As Levi spoke, Aragorn used his imagination. At this moment, it seemed as if there was a huge dragon head in front of him, looking down at him.
"Once you answer it, you will be cursed. So never answer the dragon directly. Either keep silent about its questions or fight with it to delay time."
"Besides that, it will also ask for your name. If you tell it your name, your soul will be taken away by it, and you will become its puppet."
Aragorn listened attentively, clearly absorbed in the details of the story.
Levi's mind moved, and he suddenly said:
"It once asked me what my name was."
"And did you tell it?"
Aragorn couldn't help but ask.
A large face came over and answered slowly and rather gloomily: "Yes!"
"ah!"
Aragorn exclaimed, stepping back.
puff.
Levi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile of success.
The corner of Farodan's mouth twitched.
Elrond covered his eyes helplessly.
Gilraen took two steps forward and gently stroked Aragorn's head.
At this time, Aragorn also reacted.
The boy took a deep breath, curled his lips, and stood there with his fists clenched. It was obvious that he was not very happy.
No one has ever scared him like this in his life.
However, after this little episode, the gap between the legend and reality disappeared. At this moment, Aragorn suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was not only a legend in the story, but also a living person.
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I apologize to you."
Like a magic trick, a small red flower suddenly appeared in Levi's hand, and he handed the flower to Aragorn.
"The flowers that never fade are a specialty of Roadside Castle. I hope they can bring you good luck."
"Thanks."
Although he was a little angry, Aragorn still politely took the little red flower and thanked Levi.
After that, there was a small potted plant in his room.
Patting Aragorn on the shoulder, the matter was over.
A private reception banquet was soon held, but this time Levi did not bother the elf chef of the valley, and chose to do it himself.
After years of accumulation, the types of food in the synthesis table have become quite rich, and all kinds of vegetarian and meat, grilled and boiled, as well as snacks and salads can be easily obtained.
In addition, Levi also took out more than a dozen barrels of homemade wine from his backpack.
Even Elrond couldn't help but drink a few more cups that day.
“Fine wine.”
The Lord of Rivendell gave a rather brief but pertinent evaluation.
Aragorn held the juice in his hand, looked at the people at the table who were drinking happily, and wondered when he could try it.
It was rare to see his adoptive father Elrond looking so happy.
I guess that drink must be delicious, right?
But let’s put the drinks aside for now, this dish is really delicious. What I ate in the past was just dry food…
Someone didn't know yet, but the banquet he casually prepared had an immeasurable impact on the young man in the valley.
Perhaps someday in the future, as the chieftain of the Dunedain drank some carefully brewed broth, he would recall today's scene.
No matter what the future holds, every bite you can eat now is a good one.
From listening to the conversations of several people, it seems that this scary lord of the roadside fort next door doesn't come here often, and he is often elusive and can hardly be found at all.
This means that there are very few opportunities to eat dishes cooked by him.
The small banquet ended quickly with both the guests and the hosts having a great time.
It was already late at night, and Aragorn was sent back by his mother to rest.
Levi found Elrond and took out an apple that was shining with golden color.
"I can see that he will bear the responsibility for more than just the fate of the Dúnedain."
"When he leaves, I hope you can give him this apple on my behalf. It will save his life in times of danger."
Elrond took the apple solemnly, obviously feeling a little surprised and astonished.
I was surprised that Levi was willing to give away such apples, and I was also surprised at how much he valued Aragon.
"No one can predict what the future will be like or where fate will lead."
Elrond maintained his usual style and said: "But it is clear that today, a kind of fate favored our 'Hope (Estel)'."
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"I thank you on behalf of Estaire."
"And me."
A gentle voice came from the side.
Gilraen.
"On behalf of my children, I thank you for your gift."
She gave Levi a slight bow.
It can be seen that this mother has a very gentle personality.
Of course, gentleness did not mean cowardice, for like Aragorn she was a Dúnedain, and if necessary she could take up her sword and cut down ten times her number of Orcs.
"I hope you don't mind my little prank."
Gilraen smiled and shook her head.
Finally said goodbye to Agra.
The next day, two armored horses galloped out of the valley, and the sound of the wind whistled in my ears.
“This is my first time riding such a fast horse!”
Farodan shouted from the front, and even at full speed, there was no sign of losing control.
Not like some old man.
"Ha, then you better be careful. An old man hurt his back riding this horse."
"Then he must be in poor health. Also, although I may be older than most humans, I am not an old man."
This full-speed gallop continued all the way to the Misty Mountain Pass.
In front of a blocked hallway, the two of them ate a quick bite, planned their route a little, and continued on their way.
In this relatively narrow and obstacle-filled terrain, the horse's speed slowed down a little.
It was at this time that Falodan suddenly said, "I haven't asked you about your purpose of going to the Far East."
"The purpose..."
"If I have to say anything, it is that I hope the war there can be stopped, and that those who long to return can return to the place they miss day and night, instead of getting lost somewhere."
"Homeland always has a fatal attraction for some people. This attraction is often far stronger than gold and anything else, and can even make people desperate."
"you're right."
Farodan sighed: "Indeed."
"Some people are not content with where they live, while others work hard for their homes, even if they are just a dream or a ruin."
The figure of the old man in blue robe appeared before his eyes.
'I may not be able to go back.'
"Are you going to help him get home?"
A puzzling sentence came out of Farodan's mouth.
The person behind him somehow understood.
"He will come back."
“Just like everyone else.”
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