Chapter 615: Chapter 550 Misty Valley Chapter 615: Chapter 550 Misty Valley Elves of Middle-earth could be considered as the firstborn of the Creator God.
At the sa ti, the Elven Race itself is composed of multiple branches.
Apart from the various clans, there are two major categories, the Light Elves and the Dark Elves.
However, these Dark Elves are not akin to the styles of ‘Night’ or ‘Drow,’ nor are they ford by any Black actors.
Instead, when the Valar of Aman State wished to lead the Elves across the sea, so elves chose to migrate westward, having seen the Two Trees and bathed in their light, while others, for various reasons, did not complete the journey and never saw the Two Trees.
On this side of the Misty Mountains, in Gondor, there is another splendid forest nad Loslorien, the residence of another branch of Elves.
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Here also resides the most noble and powerful Elf of Middle-earth at the mont, the Lady of Loslorien, Galadriel!
The owner of the Ring of Water among The Three Rings of the Elves.
A powerful Elf possessing knowledge, beauty, and strength.
She has lived for over eight thousand years.
But as an immortal Elf, ti has left not a single trace on her delicate visage.
Standing under a pavilion, Galadriel folded up the water mirror she had been using for Clairvoyance.
Lifting her profound gaze to the sky, she felt a powerful presence passing overhead.
The direction this presence was heading caused her to raise her willow-like eyebrows slightly.
“The world is changing, and we have lost contact with Aman State; we might not be able to remain uninvolved…”
At this mont, another handso Elf approached, it was Galadriel’s husband, the Lord of Loslorien, Celeborn.
Though nominally the Lord of Loslorien, his abilities are by no ans weak.
Yet with a wife close to perfection, his status on a daily basis was quite overshadowed.
Galadriel is the true mistress of the Golden Forest.
“I just sensed a powerful presence sweeping through the sky, and it seems to have discovered us.”
Evidently, Celeborn had co to hear his wife’s ‘advice.’
“From its trajectory, it seems to be attempting to fly across Misty Valley to reach Dol Guldur.
Elrond has recently summoned various parties; it might be related to The One Ring.”
Galadriel touched the Ring of Water with her slender fingers, a strange light flickering in her eyes.
The more powerful the individual, the harder it is to resist The One Ring, yet Galadriel was curious to see if she could withstand its temptation.
“Could it also be due to the loss of contact with Aman State?
It seems a vast forest has appeared to the west of the world.”
Celeborn spoke with a handso face marked by so concern.
Although Elves generally dislike venturing out, there are still those Rangers who travel, and gradually, they co to know many things.
Losing the path to Aman State truly left Celeborn feeling uneasy.
“In that case, I shall also make a trip to Misty Valley.”
Although belonging to the Elven Race, the relationships between the various clans are usually distant.
However, he and his wife had once lived in Misty Valley for a while, and their daughter had married Elrond.
Galadriel hadn’t intended to concern herself with this matter, but now, having sensed the earlier passing force and the revelations from the Clairvoyance in the water mirror, her interest was piqued.
“Do you need to accompany you…?”
Celeborn asked cautiously, seemingly seeking her opinion.
“No need.”
Galadriel gestured forcefully with her hand and walked directly to the water’s edge.
The stream then churned, forming a waterway, and she stood atop it as if stepping on a lotus leaf.
The next mont, she transford into a stream of light, disappearing along the current.
Seeing her depart, Celeborn actually felt a sense of relief.
After a mont’s hesitation, he rose to return, then crushed a crystal in his hand.
His eyes, now seldom displaying any redness, were faintly bloodshot.
With the loss of contact to Aman State, Middle-earth has beco an isolated land; with no Valar to protect the Elves, we can only rely on ourselves…
To the east of Loslorien, divided by the Anduin River, lies another stronghold of dark forces, Dol Guldur.
Moreover, with the dominant Lady Galadriel, Celeborn’s own emotions were considerably suppressed.
Even though he himself was a righteous Elf, the constant invisible pressure had eventually created a flaw in his ntality.
The loss of contact with Aman State was the final blow to this vulnerability!
Even though the Valar rarely intervened in Middle-earth before, having a backing and being without one made for completely different mindsets.
“I must beco my own backing!
So as long as I can obtain The One Ring…”
Celeborn took a long breath.
As long as he could obtain The One Ring, all the pressure would vanish, and Middle-earth would welco its new king, the true king!
However, to get The One Ring, he still needed to make use of Sauron for the ti being.
As Celeborn crushed the crystal, the fragnts quickly condensed like mist, taking the shape of a crystal ball.
And within this crystal ball, a Magic Eye seed to appear…
Misty Valley was a tranquil and serene valley, surrounded by green vegetation and intersected by streams, exuding an indescribable natural peace.
So of the buildings dotted around were in harmony with nature, enhancing the valley’s beauty even further.
At the edge of a cliff outside a palace, there was an open-air square where a group of people seed to be holding a tea party, engaged in discussion.
High above Misty Valley, Tao Yu faintly felt the hostility and pressure emanating from below and felt slightly awkward.
It seed he had been a bit too arrogant; the gathered forces were a bit too strong.
Keeping the Alien Dragon further away seed like a better way to avoid misunderstandings.
“Is there any way to let them know we’re friends?”
Tao Yu asked Boromir, who was beside him.
“I hadn’t expected to fly here before, and the thing I’m riding does look rather sinister.”
Boromir was also a bit late in realizing, but he still took out the horn that hung at his waist.
He then began to blow it towards the valley below.
Tao Yu could feel a faint invisible force emanating from the horn.
He hadn’t noticed before, but it seed to be an item imbued with Yuan Force.
As the sound of the horn rang out, Tao Yu felt the hostility from below rapidly dissipate.
Although they still kept their guard up, it seed descending now wouldn’t lead to an attack.
“What’s this?”
“The Horn of Gondor, blowing it within Gondor’s territory will rally support; it’s sufficient to identify ourselves.
Elves and n also had alliances in ancient tis.”
Boromir was very pleased with his own ingenuity.
Tao Yu steered the Alien Dragon down towards an open space on the cliff-edge square.
He also used his gaze to identify the source of the pressure he had felt.
Wow, a white-robed wizard and a grey-robed wizard—Saruman and Gandalf had co together?
And that sowhat bald, handso Elf must be the Lord of Misty Valley, Elrond.
The greatest pressure, undoubtedly, ca from Saruman.
Clad in a white robe and exuding a sage-like deanor, Saruman’s appearance was indeed very impressive.
His scepter, touching the ground, subtly beca the focus of everyone present.
Even Elrond, the host, seed willing to cede the center spot.
Gandalf, in his grey robe, looked like a re underling, his dusty cloak making him unremarkable.
His scepter, too, was more subdued, but a sword was strapped to his waist, likely the Elven sword known as Glamdring.
One scepter in hand and one sword, the close-combat Mage Gandalf…
“Due to changes in the world, Saruman has not revealed his true intentions to Gandalf, so he’s still respected as a white-robed wizard?
This is a bit troubleso…”
Unless Saruman actively revealed his betrayal, Tao Yu felt that he didn’t have the authority to confront him.
If he couldn’t overpower him at the mont, he might as well join them.
He was only there for a council eting, after all.
But the idea of grabbing The One Ring and leaving had to be put aside for now.
However, there were still plenty of opportunities…
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