Chapter 16 Inexplicable Familiarity

As soon as the surrounding elves left, the dwarves could no longer suppress their nature.

Groin and the other dwarves kept stroking and commenting on this crystal cup, that vase, or the exquisite tableware on the table.

I saw them say:

"Although the craftsmanship of these elves is a little worse than ours, the workmanship is not bad, um... take it back and observe it."

"Well, this bowl is not bad, just one more is missing."

"Groin, put down that silver fork, I saw it first."

"Don't grab it... it's mine!"

The surrounding dwarves became noisy, but the delicate decorations suffered.

Sorin's face was a little ugly when he heard it. Isn't this kind of behavior of his subordinates smearing his face?

You know, it's still on the elf's territory, so what can he do to stand up in front of King Elrond?

The surrounding dwarves were still scrambling, as if they didn't know anything, and Thorin finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"Quiet down, all of you!" he yelled. "If anyone makes more noise, I'll throw him out."

The dwarves shrank their heads and looked at the angry Sorin, but they let go of their hands and sat down on the edge of the table again.

There is no way, the power of the king cannot be provoked, and they still respect Sorin very much.

Looking at this scene, Gandalf couldn't help but show a smile. He didn't feel so angry at the looting of the dwarves.

Each race has its own nature, and as long as they don't devote themselves to darkness, they are all lovely people in his opinion.

Thinking about it, he turned his eyes slightly, and when he saw Carl, who was silent beside him, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

This guy Carl doesn't seem to have spoken since he entered Rivendell, which is a bit strange. Silent Carl? Isn't that out of character for him?

The thought flashed, and Gandalf said to Carl, "Hey, Carl, could you go wash your face? It's not very polite to meet the master with such a dirty face."

"Gandalf, from now on, don't talk to me, because I have something to think about," Carl replied indifferently.

"Huh? Something to think about?" Gandalf looked at Carl, who was serious, but his heart was even more puzzled. What could be making Carl think so seriously?

"Can you tell me?"

"Of course, I was wondering if the old man Gandalf could ignore my presence for the next 30 minutes, and if so, I'd consider giving him a present," Carl responded.

Gandalf was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "As you wish."

Although I don't know why Carl suddenly became so strange, seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Gandalf didn't intend to press him. Of course, he didn't expect anything from Carl's mouth.

As for gifts, would Carl give gifts? He had never considered this possibility, and it was only a bad joke.

Everyone sat in the living room, and after a while, the elves brought plates of sumptuous delicacies.

The head guard came up and said, "My king said to ask the guests to eat first, and he will come later."

"Thank you very much, and I apologize for the inconvenience," said Gandalf, nodding. Although he had some doubts about why Elrond's movements were so slow, it wasn't a big deal.

Everyone had been hungry for a long time, so they weren't polite to the tempting food on the table.

Barbecued meat, sausages, fine wine, grapes - everyone picked up food indiscriminately, looking at it and stuffing it into their mouths.

Gandalf smiled, took the cutlery, and began to eat. After such a bumpy journey, he was also exhausted.

I don't know how long it took, but when everyone was eating happily, footsteps slowly approached from behind.

Carl was the first to notice the approaching person, and he gave them a slight glance, but was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and continued to eat.

Gandalf, however, noticed Carl's small movements. When he looked up and saw the approaching person, there was a smile on his face.

The person approaching was dignified, with a handsome face, wearing a jeweled crown, long hair reaching his waist, and soft yet majestic eyes.

"King Elrond!" Gandalf got up, walked over, and saluted.

The person in front of him was the lord of Rivendell, Elrond, the elf king.

"Gandalf, long time no see!" Elrond smiled and looked at his friend, his eyes full of kindness.

The two had known each other for a long time, and it seemed that they hadn't seen each other for hundreds of years. Now that they met, they naturally felt a little nostalgic and sighed.

As Gandalf and Elrond chatted, enjoying themselves, the atmosphere was harmonious.

Gandalf, thinking about Carl's actions just now, took advantage of a lull in the conversation to cast a glance at him.

There was a flash of doubt in his mind. Carl? Is there anything to do with Elrond?

Just as he was thinking, a soft voice came from his ear again:

"Gandalf, I have ordered the bathing supplies to be prepared. After you finish your supper, you can go and bathe, change your clothes, and wash away the dust."

Gandalf turned his eyes and found that the speaker was a fair-skinned, bright-eyed, long-haired elf woman with large, watery eyes.

"You are!"

"Gandalf, you forgot. I'm Yawen!" The woman smiled gently, appearing polite and generous.

"Yawen?" Gandalf heard a name, and a flash of enlightenment crossed his eyes. It turned out to be the daughter of his friend Elrond, Yawen?

Then he said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that you've grown so big now. I remember that when I saw you back then, you were not as tall as a bench."

"Pfft!" Hearing Gandalf's words, there was another soft sound beside him.

At a glance, it turned out that Carl had sprayed the food out of his mouth.

Bilbo, who was beside him, was stunned, and Carl sprayed his face directly.

Seeing this scene, Elrond frowned slightly. Are these dwarves really rude, eating in such a hurry? Are they afraid that the food here is not enough for them?

He would have driven these dwarves out long ago if he hadn't known that these people were brought by Gandalf.

He glanced at Carl lightly, then withdrew his gaze and continued to ask Gandalf: "Gandalf, I don't know why you brought these dwarves here to find me this time. What is the important matter?"

Gandalf also withdrew his gaze, his face slightly embarrassed: "Well, it's like this..."

The two continued to chat, but they didn't notice Yawen next to them.

...

Although Yawen was kind-hearted, she, like her father Elrond, did not like these dwarves who came suddenly.

However, she could not be blamed for this, because the elves, who were naturally fond of elegance, cleanliness, and beauty, were naturally at odds with the dirty, stubborn, rude dwarves.

So, when she saw Carl spit out the food in his mouth, she subconsciously frowned and looked over.

However, it didn't matter if she looked at him, but she found something suspicious upon first glance.

Because she felt, why does this person's back seem so familiar?