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His grey eyes shone with wisdom and depth that came from the vicissitudes of life, like a weathered king, emitting a noble and majestic aura that made people feel awe.

"I am a guest from afar, greeting you. What is your name?"

"Duiir, a wizard, comes from the west."

"Duiir the Black Wizard? Friend of Halflings, Treecutter of Huorn, Slayer of Wights, your name is known even among the Elves," the Elf said, his voice curious and somewhat scrutinizing. "But now I'm afraid you also have to add the honorary title of Enemy of Orcs."

"And I sense a sense of fear from other races from you. Did you go to the Troll Forest?" The elf's gray eyes were penetrating, as if they could see through everything in the world and understand all secrets and truths.

"Trolls attacked several nearby villages. Gandalf and I went to the Troll Forest to rescue the villagers and killed several trolls," Dui explained.

"A noble act." The elf nodded approvingly. "So Gandalf came with you?"

"We were traveling together, but I was leading the orcs and the wargs away just now, so we got separated."

Upon hearing this, the elf's attitude became friendly.

"Since you are Gandalf's friend, please come with us."

Together all the way,

The elves were very quiet, which made Dui, who was used to the noisy dwarves, feel a little uncomfortable.

This dwarf and the elf are really two extremes. One talks too much and makes people annoyed; the other talks too little and is like a silent oil bottle.

Hidden in the heather-covered moors, the glen is surrounded by dangerous valleys, forests, swamps and streams. It is hidden and not easy to be discovered.

Without the guidance of the elves, it would be impossible to find the path into the valley.

Dui drove the carriage behind the elves and followed the steep zigzag path into the canyon.

The moment he stepped into the valley, Dui's eyes were amazed, as if he had fallen into a dreamland forgotten by time.

The canyon is full of blooming mountain flowers, and the paths paved with white gravel are winding. The white and elegant buildings are spread out along the valley and both sides of the river, built according to the terrain, and are staggered. Palaces, towers, bridges, gardens, terraces, etc. are lined up one after another.

What shocked Dui even more was that he found that the entire valley was shrouded in a very powerful energy, making the valley full of magical power, spring-like all year round, full of vitality, and filled with a holy and peaceful atmosphere.

Such power has no other explanation except that of Elrond, who possessed the Ring of Air, Via.

On the other side, after Due and Daregast led away the Orcs and the Wargs, Gandalf led Bilbo and the dwarves into a secret passage and came to Rivendell.

The expedition team had just crossed a narrow stone bridge without guardrails and arrived at the entrance of the valley.

An elf walked down the stairs.

"Mithrandir."

"Ah, Lindir, long time no see!" Gandalf greeted familiarly.

"Where is Lord Elrond? I wish to speak with him."

"Lord Elrond is not here."

"Not here?"

"where is he?"

Gandalf wondered.

At this moment, a horn suddenly sounded outside the entrance of the valley, and a group of elven cavalry entered in an orderly manner along the stone bridge.

Looking at the elven cavalry in armor, the dwarves instinctively became alert.

"alert!"

"Weapons ready!"

"Tighten the formation!"

At Thorin's loud shout, the dwarves drew their weapons, pulled Bilbo into the middle, and formed a circle with their backs to each other in a defensive posture.

The elven cavalrymen were not polite either, and kept running around the dwarves, as if they were provoking and teasing them.

"Duiir! I see Duiir!" Bilbo's eyes lit up, and he saw the carriage following the elven cavalry, trying to squeeze through the dwarves.

"Gandalf." The leading black-haired elf greeted Gandalf.

"Lord Elrond," Gandalf said, "where have you been, my friend?"

"Hunting a pack of Orcs that have crossed the Bruinen into the Elvenwood."

Elrond dismounted and handed his sword to his secretary Lindir.

"It's strange that these orcs are so close here. Something, or someone, must have attracted them."

Elrond gave the wary dwarves a meaningful look.

Then the tone changed.

"By the way, when we were hunting Orcs, we met one of your companions and invited him."

He pointed at Dui who came with the elves.

Chapter 63 The Origin of the Stinging Sword

As soon as Dui got off the carriage, an elf came forward to help him take care of the horse and carriage.

After saying thank you, he walked forward and greeted Gandalf with a smile.

"Gandalf."

"I'm glad to see you're all right, Doir," Gandalf said happily.

"It seems you already know Lord Elrond, so I don't need an introduction."

Elrond nodded in praise. "Duiir's magic is extraordinary. When we hunted the Orcs, he killed hundreds of Orcs and Wargs. I think it will not be long before the name of the Enemy of the Orcs spreads throughout the Wilds of Eriador."

"Lord Elrond, you are too kind!" Dui quickly declined. There were many people who had killed more Orcs than he had. For example, the Orc souls under the command of the Elf Lord in front of him were countless. He did not dare to bear the title of enemy of Orcs.

After greeting Gandalf and Due, Elrond looked at Thorin and spoke politely.

"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain."

"We shouldn't have met before," Thorin questioned.

"You move like your grandfather," Elrond explained kindly. "I knew Thor when he was the King under the Mountain."

"Really? He never mentioned you at all." Thorin's attitude was not friendly, and his tone was sarcastic.

Gandalf rolled his eyes.

Dui was speechless. This was exactly what Thorin would say. As always, it was offensive.

Elrond was well-mannered and didn't care about Thorin's attitude. He turned around and ordered in Elvish: "Light the fire and prepare good wine. We must entertain our guests."

"What is he talking about? Is he saying something bad about us?" The dwarf Groin was about to rush forward angrily, and the other dwarves also looked like they were ready to fight.

"No, Master Gloin, he means to invite you to a banquet!" Gandalf explained tiredly.

The dwarves were skeptical and gathered together to whisper, discussing whether this was a Hongmen Banquet.

After discussing it, Groin said as if it was a matter of course.

"In that case, lead the way."

at the banquet,

Elrond, Gandalf, Due, and Thorin sat at one table, and the other dwarves and Bilbo sat at another.

Dui looked at the table full of green food without any smell of meat, and then looked at the group of dwarves opposite who had nowhere to eat, and felt helpless.

It seems that the elves are not without temper.

So, he immediately responded with a little revenge?

It just caused him to be implicated as well.

Except for Thorin who didn't speak, the overall atmosphere at Dui's table was quite good.

But at Bilbo's table it was a different scene.

Among them, the youngest dwarf, Qili, stared at the elf playing the harp and winked at him.

It turned out that the other party was a male elf, which immediately caused his companions to burst into laughter.

The noise even attracted the attention of Elrond and others at the top.

Halfway through the banquet, Gandalf told Elrond about how he and Dewi hunted the trolls, and handed his sword to Elrond, asking about its origin.

Elrond recognized it immediately.

"This is Glamdring, the Hammer of Foes, the sword of Turgon, King of Gondolin. It was forged in the First Age to fight against the Orcs."

"I didn't expect you to encounter it. It seems you are lucky."

"This is not my luck," Gandalf explained with a bright smile, shaking his head. "This is a gift. It was found by Duir and given to me."

Elrond looked at Dewi in surprise, then his eyes became kinder and he nodded, "This is a precious friendship."

Dui felt a little embarrassed by what the two said and could only turn his gaze elsewhere.

Elrond then appraised Thorin's Beast Bite sword and wished that it could be used by him.

Bilbo below saw this and hesitantly picked up his dagger.

The dwarf Balin, who was standing nearby, saw this and grumbled, "Don't even think about it. Swords are only named after their achievements in battle. I'd say yours isn't even a sword; it's a letter opener at best."

Hearing this, Bilbo put away his dagger in a disappointed manner.

However, Dewi happened to see this scene and said directly: "Bilbo, bring me your elven sword. Lord Elrond may know its origin."

"This...this is not necessary," Bilbo hesitated. He had no confidence in the dagger.

After all, compared to the enemy-strike sword and beast-bite sword, which are exquisitely forged and inlaid with gems, the dagger looks very inconspicuous and has no decorations.

But at this time, Elrond was also attracted by Dewi's words and looked at Bilbo.

"Since there is still an elven sword, could you show it to me?"

Being stared at by everyone, Bilbo felt a little awkward. He stood up and placed his short sword in front of Elrond.

Elrond saw that it was a short sword, and with some curiosity he pulled the sword out of its scabbard, looked at it carefully, and then showed a look of surprise.

When everyone saw this scene, they became curious. Could it be that this dagger really had some origin?

"Lord Elrond, do you know the origin of this sword?" asked Gandalf.