Chapter 235: Peace and bustle

"Welcome, welcome~"

At the gate of the city, a guest came late.

"I can't believe it, Levi, I never traveled at night before, but now I'm not only traveling, I even dare to sleep directly on the roadside, and after doing this, I might even have an extra blanket on my body the next day."

"It's so lively, has it started?"

While muttering, Bilbo walked in from the side door, and was immediately dazzled by the night view and the bustle in front of him.

"It started a long time ago, and you came the latest."

Levi welcomed him in, pointed to the square next to the castle and said: "They are all there, go and have a look."

"Oh, okay."

Bilbo looked at the elves and dwarves in the distance, and felt a trance.

"It looks like they have reconciled."

"Maybe."

Levi sighed: "Someone always told me that Thorin is the calmest and most reasonable one among the dwarves, but judging from our expedition experience, many of his actions are not rational, and they are really not related to the word reasonable."

"I think that the desire to find his homeland in the past and the hatred and pressure for a hundred years did make him almost crazy."

"Now he is becoming more and more like a wise king."

"Well, and also a good friend."

"I agree." Bilbo nodded.

"Hey! Thorin, Bofur, Bifur, Bombur..."

As soon as the two finished talking, Bilbo shouted and went to the banquet table.

And Levi closed the side door of the city wall and walked up the stairs on the side.

"Don't you want to find a place to relax for a while?"

He said to a silhouette in the dark.

"I'm relaxing now."

Fallodan stretched and stood up from the rocking chair.

"It's too bright over there, I can't see the stars."

"Stars... okay."

Levi's eyes swept over the top of the city wall and saw several people who were also looking up silently.

All vagrants.

They have no home.

It's enough to just take a look at the prosperity that belongs to others behind them. The darkness in front of them and the stubborn struggle that has continued from the last era to the present are what they should pay attention to.

"How similar, that star, and our Star of Elendil, the treasure of the Dunedain..."

"It's a pity that it has been lost for thousands of years, just like our home."

"You mean the Star of Elendil."

Levi mentioned it.

If I remember correctly, this symbol of the kingship of Arnor, a gem that is like a white star and somewhat similar to the star of the netherworld, should now be in Saruman's Orthanc Tower.

Thousands of years ago, Saruman did not return it after picking it up, but kept it for himself, and I don't know what he was going to do.

This old guy is a bit selfish.

I have to talk to him when I have time.

"I've heard some clues about this thing occasionally, maybe I can help find it."

"Thank you very much." Farodan smiled and nodded.

But it was obvious from his look that he didn't hold much hope.

Everyone was almost used to this kind of life without a home, a place to stay, and even a spiritual sustenance that had long been lost.

After all, even if the average Dunedain could live for hundreds of years, it had been thousands of years. Time might not be able to dilute those unforgettable histories, but it could temporarily soothe emotions and make people realize what they should do now.

Levi handed over a glass of cold honey beer.

"Want some?"

Falodan was silent for a moment, took the wine, and drank it slowly.

Many things in this world are broken, but fortunately there are always people who sew and mend them.

There are also people who put blocks on them.

"You are here."

A voice suddenly came from behind, making both of them turn their heads sharply.

"The elves are not good at this point, they walk without making any sound, and they don't say hello."

Seeing who was coming, Farodan breathed a sigh of relief.

If this wasn't a roadside fort, he would have almost thrown away the wine glass and pulled out the dagger.

"Agra, you're just in time."

Levi waved his hand and said, "We're looking at the stars. The night sky is particularly clear tonight, and it's a good time to look up."

"Would you like to drink some together?"

"Of course."

Agra raised the glass of wine in his hand and gestured to the two.

The Dunedain, the elves, and the unknown identity... The three of them just quietly admired the complex and twinkling starry sky and tasted the wine.

Compared to the elegant atmosphere here, the banquet table near the castle is not so quiet.

"More!"

Groin slammed down a large glass of beer and panted, saying, "Listen, drink it and don't spit it out."

"Of course, I cherish food very much."

On the other side, the deputy of the Woodland Kingdom held up the wine glass without changing his expression, and gestured elegantly:

"Then continue?"

"Damn elf, I'll make you lie on the table in a while!"

Gulp gulp...

Gulp after glass of wine, the empty glasses on the table piled up one after another.

Clang.

Finally, when another empty barrel was taken down, Groin's head fell to the side and fell on the table.

"You, hiccup~ Why are you sideways?"

This was the last thing he said to the deputy of the Woodland Kingdom.

"Humph."

The deputy raised his head proudly and threw a grape into his mouth.

"Dwarves, no more than that."

The mocking words were uttered.

The dwarves were angry.

"I didn't want to get involved in this matter."

Dwalin drank a large glass of wine angrily.

"But since you said so, don't blame me."

"I don't mind another round."

The deputy touched the wine glass and said, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Just kidding.

As the most capable assistant beside the thousand-year-old drunkard Thranduil, how can he not have a good alcohol tolerance?

The dwarves gathered together, and the deputy was not afraid at all:

"Dwarves of Erebor, let me see how capable you are..."

"It's not okay to watch your relatives fight alone."

At this time, the few guards of the valley brought by Elrond also came over, and they stood behind the deputy of the Woodland Kingdom.

This surprised him a little.

Although they are both elves, the relationship between the two families is not that close.

During the Last Alliance War, the first king of the Woodland Kingdom died in battle because the Silvan elves of the Woodland were unwilling to be commanded by the High King of the Noldor.

In that battle, they broke away from the main force and charged towards the Black Gate in advance, and then they lost themselves.

That's how the Death Swamp came about. The elves lying there were all the bravest warriors of the Woodland Kingdom.

"It's up to you."

The elves and dwarves started a new round of competition.

As soon as they left, only Elrond and Thorin were left at the table. It was unknown what the former felt, but the latter just felt embarrassed.

The two big leaders sat there and had nothing to say.

Fortunately, another person came over at this time.

"Bilbo, how have you been recently?" Elrond asked with concern.

"Thank you for your concern. As you can see, it's very good." Bilbo responded.

Elrond nodded.

"That's good. Come to Rivendell anytime."

"The gates of Erebor are always open to you." Thorin pulled Bilbo over here.