A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Legolas staggered back several steps, his bow knocked from his hand, but the arrow he fired also knocked Aaron's wand away.

The two came to their senses and their bodies reacted instinctively.

They unanimously abandoned their weapons on the ground and switched to close-quarters combat.

Legolas was agile, and Aaron was not far behind, but the experience the elves had accumulated over a long period of time allowed Legolas to gradually gain the upper hand.

After a dozen or so rounds, Legolas pulled an arrow from his back and pressed it against Aaron's neck.

"Don't move, now we can have a proper talk."

Who are you? Where are you from? What is your purpose in coming here?

"Please take a closer look before asking these questions," Aaron said with a meaningful smile.

Legolas paused for a moment, then slowly lowered his head; a white wand was pressed against his abdomen.

"You have a second wand?"

“I’m a person who lacks a sense of security and likes to have a backup plan.” Aaron shrugged. “How about it? Want to try again and see if your arrow is faster or my spell is faster?”

Legolas's face darkened, then he sneered, "You think you've won?"

“Of course not, but sometimes not losing is winning,” Aaron said. “This stalemate isn’t working. How about I count to three and let go at the same time?”

"it is good."

"one two three..."

Legolas released the arrow from his hand, but Aaron did not release the wand.

"Hmph!" Legolas scoffed dismissively, as if he had expected this. "Cunning human."

Aaron chuckled and put his wand away.

It's always wise to be cautious before you can ascertain the enemy's character.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you," Aaron said politely. "I was being petty and judging you by my own standards, but I hope you can understand. After all, I wouldn't entrust my life and fortune to a stranger."

Legolas raised an eyebrow in surprise. He was now almost certain that the wizard was not a bad person, because a bad person would never let go of the opportunity just now.

"You, are you really just passing by?"

"It couldn't be more true. I just wanted to get through this dense forest. I absolutely did not mean to disturb the elves."

Legolas nodded thoughtfully. "I'll trust you for now. Do you need me to send someone to escort you out?"

“There’s absolutely no need for that,” Aaron blurted out.

If it were just him alone, he would naturally be more than happy to accept it, but the problem is that there are also thirteen dwarves and one hobbit.

Hobbits are manageable, but the elves here have no good feelings towards dwarves. Once they meet, it's like fire and water, and no matter how many mouths he has, he can't explain himself.

"why?"

"Why?" Aaron's mind raced, and he said with righteous indignation, "This is my own journey, and I don't need anyone else's help."

Upon hearing this, Legolas suddenly felt a sense of admiration for the wizard. "My name is Legolas. What's your name?"

"Gaius, Aaron Gaius."

Besides, I really am only fourteen years old.

"Stop joking, okay?"

"There's no way around it, that's just how the joys of genius are... simple, unpretentious, and boring."

Legolas opened his mouth, and he got it.

"Okay! Have a pleasant trip."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief; dealing with this elf was really not easy.

However, just then, a commotion arose from not far away, and the other members of the expedition team rushed over, shouting his name.

Aaron: ......

Generous gift of crabs! Would it kill you to be a minute or two late?

“Dwarf.” Legolas’s expression changed, and he looked at Aaron with more suspicion. “It seems there’s something you haven’t told me.”

"Um... I can explain."

Legolas chuckled and flipped over to pick up the bow and arrows from the ground.

Aaron didn't have time to think and decisively picked up the first wand.

“Elf.” Thorin approached and looked coldly at Legolas, then drew his Beastbite Sword.

The others also cautiously drew their weapons, and a battle seemed inevitable.

"Calm down, you must calm down, don't fight!" Aaron said anxiously. "Thorin, there's no need to be so nervous, put your sword away."

"Tell him to put the bow and arrows away first."

“Impossible,” Legolas said. “Don’t think I won’t kill you, dwarf. I’d be happy to oblige.”

"Ha! How many arrows do you have? Enough to kill us?" Thorin said scornfully.

Legolas waved his hand, and more than twenty elves jumped out from all directions, surrounding them, followed by the sound of bowstrings being drawn one after another.

“That should be enough,” Legolas laughed. “What do you think?”

“I can explain,” Aaron said weakly.

"Of course, but we'll have to go somewhere else, what do you think?"

Aaron shook his head speechlessly and silently placed the two wands on the ground. "Put down your weapons! Circumstances force us to submit."

The dwarves were naturally unwilling, but looking at the arrows aimed at them all around them, they had no choice but to comply.

"search."

The elves confiscated all the expedition's weapons and supplies, caring nothing for anything else. This allowed Bilbo to luckily keep his ring, though he lost his sword.

“Lord Legolas, this is an ancient elven sword.” An elf handed Legolas the Beastbite Sword.

“This sword comes from Gondolin, forged by the Noldor elves.” Legolas turned to Thorin. “Where did you get it?”

"It was a gift from someone else."

"He's not only a thief, but also a liar."

“He’s telling the truth,” Aaron said sincerely. “I saw King Elrond hand him the Beastbite Sword with my own eyes.”

“King Elrond?” Legolas was taken aback. “What proof do you have?”

“My weapon,” Aaron said, pointing to his elven weapon. “It was given to me by Lind of Rivendell; he is a confidant of King Elrond.”

I originally had another set of bows and arrows, but I've used them all up.

"If you don't believe me, you can send someone to Rivendell to verify. If they're all out of town, you can also go to Queen Galadriel; I've met her once."

Legolas frowned. "Take them away first."

The expedition finally found the way, but tragically, they were being led astray and were captured several times along the way.

Unlike Rivendell, the Wood Elves' palaces are built in a dense forest, with interiors composed of crisscrossing giant trees and rocks, making them somewhat dark, yet still magnificent and grand.

The fifteen men were separated and put into cells. Aaron and Bilbo were imprisoned together, while the dwarves were each put in a cell.

"This is unfair! Why do they get single rooms?" Aaron was dissatisfied with the elves' discrimination.

"Are you satisfied with the reason that there aren't enough cells?" Legolas asked.

"Satisfied? What can I say?"

"You'd better think about what to say later; my father should be seeing you."

"You are not dwarves. For the sake of King Elrond and Queen Galadriel, if your explanation satisfies the king, or if you are more courteous, you might be spared imprisonment."

"really?"

“It’s fake.” Thorin poured cold water on the idea immediately. “These elves are not trustworthy; they won’t keep their promises.”

Legolas snorted. He didn't care what the dwarves thought, but he still trusted his father.

boom! boom! boom!

The cell doors were closed one by one. When it was Kili's turn, he smiled at the elf Tarel and said, "Aren't you going to search me? I might have something hidden in my pants."

“Or maybe there’s nothing at all.” Tarell gave him a deep look and closed the cell.

"Why is that dwarf staring at you, Tauriel?" Legolas asked.

"Who knows? He's quite tall for a dwarf, don't you think?"

“Taller than usual, but just as ugly.” Legolas glared at Kili, then turned and left.

After all the elves had left, Aaron looked at Qili with a meaningful expression and teased, "You've got good taste, buddy! You're just a little overconfident."

"What do you mean?" "Take my advice and change your target." Aaron sighed, "Although I admire your spirit of daring to compete with a prince for a woman, your chances are really extremely slim."

In terms of family background, ability, appearance, and personality, Legolas completely outclasses you.

“How old are you? What do you know at fourteen?” Qili said defiantly. “My mother said that the miracle of love has nothing to do with those things.”

Aaron blinked, then gave him a thumbs up. "You have a great mother."

"Gentlemen, is this the time to talk about this?" Bilbo said anxiously. "We're prisoners now, shouldn't we be thinking about how to escape?"

“That’s right.” Dvalin slammed the door, and Philip and O’In followed suit, but the cell door did not budge an inch.

“It’s no use,” said the eldest, Balin. “This isn’t a dungeon built by Ork; this is the Woodland King’s palace. No one can leave without the King’s permission.”

Fortunately, we have this opportunity. The Woodland King desires a treasure in Lonely Mountain, giving us a degree of leverage.

Chapter 251 The King's Obsession with Gems

Legolas took Thorin, Aaron, and Bilbo from their cells and brought them to his father, Thranduil, King of Woodland.

Thorin stood motionless before the throne, his face expressionless.

Aaron and Bilbo kept giving him signals, trying to make him realize the situation, but he completely ignored them.

Thranduil slowly rose to his feet. He had long silver hair and was as handsome as the other elves, but a hint of coldness lurked deep in his eyes.