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After witnessing the dragon's voracious appetite, Dui wanted to find a place for this guy to continue sleeping.

That way you don't have to worry about not being able to feed him enough.

But the headache is that Smaug actually requires the floor to be covered with gold before he can sleep.

He was also very determined, with an attitude of preferring death to death, and would not compromise even if Dui threatened him with the Cruciatus Curse.

In the words of Smaug, the only ideal that the dragons have always pursued is to sleep on countless treasures.

In order to compete for treasure, dragons not only attack dwarves, but even dragons fight each other for treasure, just to plunder the treasures in each other's caves.

This is also the reason why there are fewer and fewer dragons, and now there is only one known dragon left, Smaug.

Dewi promised Smaug that when they returned to Weathertop, he would use the treasure they got from Lonely Mountain as his bed.

This barely stopped Smaug from complaining in his ears.

But Smaug still felt that this amount of treasure was too simple to use for making a bed. After all, it was only one tenth of the treasure of Lonely Mountain, and it couldn't even cover him.

Think about it, he was lying on the treasure of Gushan Mountain and possessed the greatest wealth in the world.

But now he follows a poor master.

The difference in treatment is drastic.

Dui was so angry that he wanted to kill this stupid dragon immediately.

How could he have subdued his mount? Rather, he had invited a master, and a gold-eating beast at that!

Gandalf and Bilbo chuckled as they listened to Dewi's rambling complaints.

Even Legolas couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

I originally thought that Smaug should be a vicious dragon, but I didn't expect him to be like this.

Of course, when it comes to making money, everyone knows that Dui is joking.

However, everyone thought the idea of ​​using spider silk was a good one.

They had all seen the power of the giant spider's silk, which even the sharp elven swords could not easily cut.

If protective clothing could really be woven with spider silk, its quality would definitely be better than most armor, and it would be lighter and softer.

Moreover, the source of materials is simple and endless.

Thinking of this, Legolas felt that the giant spiders in the dense forest were not completely useless.

Perhaps he could send a message to his father Thranduil, asking him to capture some giant spiders and lock them up, and then have the elves' skilled craftsmen use the spider silk to weave tough armor.

They rode their dragons through Mirkwood, had afternoon tea at Beorn's house, and then said goodbye and continued their journey.

But this time they did not continue west to the Misty Mountains, but went south along the Anduin River.

Before crossing the Misty Mountains to Rivendell, Duey first had to go to Lothlórien.

Not only had Due agreed to make wands for Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen, but now Legolas's wand had also been added.

And there was also the staff that Gandalf had promised to make for him.

For all this, he needed to go to Lórien.

Lórien is located east of the Misty Mountains and west of the Anduin River. It is separated from Dol Guldur, the southernmost city of Mirkwood, by the Anduin River.

The Nimrodel River, which originates from the Misty Mountains, and the Celebrant River, which merge into the Anduin River here, forming a beautiful river delta.

Lórien is shrouded and protected by the power of Nanya, the Ring of Water, and even time can hardly erode it. The valley is forever holy and beautiful, and it is the last pure land in Middle-earth.

When Dui and others arrived at the outskirts of Lorien, they felt an invisible magical barrier. Without the permission of the people inside, it was difficult to find the correct path to enter.

But among them was Gandalf, a frequent visitor of Lórien.

On Gandalf's advice, Smaug was left outside Lórien.

Then the three of them followed Gandalf and walked upstream along the river. The trees along the way were evergreen and the grass was green, as if it was the early spring in ancient times, always green and never withering, bearing the traces of time.

From time to time, golden leaves floated down the river from upstream. The leaves were very bright and beautiful, as if they were really made of gold, enough to make even dragons covet them.

The four of them walked deeper into the forest, and the green around them faded away, turning into a golden kingdom.

There were countless tall and big Maolong trees growing in the center of the forest. The bark of the Maolong trees was silver-gray, while the leaves were golden yellow, as if they were made of gold.

The golden leaves fell and piled up on the ground, as if a golden blanket was spread on the earth.

The name of the Golden Forest of Lórien comes from this.

Here they met three elves.

"Ah, Haldir, it's been a long time since we last met!" Gandalf greeted the leading elf.

The elf named Haldir smiled and nodded:

"Mithrandir."

"The Lord's wife knows you are coming and asked us to come and greet you. Please follow us."

Gandalf smiled and sighed when he heard this, "The Lady of Lórien always has such a far-sighted vision. I think she noticed us when we just entered Lórien's territory."

Everyone followed the elves who led the way all the way to the capital of Lórien - the city of Caras Galadhon.

The city of Caras Galazon sits on a green hill topped with towering magnolia trees and surrounded by green walls and a moat.

The Elves of Lórien did not dwell on the ground, but in platforms or dwellings built in the tall Mauron trees.

The entire city of Caras Galazon is a city built on trees.

There are countless lights hanging on the trees, just like countless stars dotted in the woods, and the whole hill seems to be submerged in a sea of ​​stars.

And among the countless tall maolong trees, on the largest tree was the palace of Lord and Lady Lórien.

Under this largest and oldest Maolong tree, a central fountain was built on the green lawn.

The spring water first falls into a silver basin next to it, then overflows to form a lake, which flows down the mountain to form a stream named Yongquan Creek.

This spring is said to be able to wash away fatigue and possess extraordinary magical powers.

And where the Spring Creek passes, there is a beautiful garden, which is Lady Galadriel's private garden. Various exotic flowers and plants are planted in it, which bloom all year round and never wither.

Several people walked up the spiral wooden ladder from the foot of the giant tree until they reached a huge platform.

The lord and lady's palace is located on the platform. The palace is built in an oval shape around the tree and consists of several platforms and a hall.

Looking up from under the tree, it seems to be suspended in the air, blending perfectly with the surrounding natural environment.

From the treetop platform, you can overlook the entire Lórien Forest and take in all the beautiful scenery.

Everyone walked into the hall.

In the hall, at the very front, the thrones of the lord and his wife were placed side by side, without any particular order of rank.

On the other side of the throne,

A simple and elegant escalator spirals upwards into the hall until it disappears into a platform on a higher level.

That is the resting place for the lord and his wife.

Gandalf was already very familiar with the environment here.

But Dui, Bilbo and Legolas, who were here for the first time, looked at everything around them in amazement while waiting.

After a while, two elf couples walked down from the end of the escalator hand in hand.

With their appearance, the entire hall seemed to brighten.

Everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on the two of them, just like the instinctive pursuit of light by living things.

They were none other than Celeborn and Galadriel, the lords of Lórien.

"Mithrandir, the autumn leaves of Lórien have fallen dozens of times, covering your former footsteps. But what storms outside have delayed your arrival?"

Celeborn greeted.

His voice was like fresh spring thunder, rich and resonant.

He was tall and straight, with silver hair, and dressed in a naturally gorgeous and exquisite robe, exuding majesty and elegance.

If Elrond is the spring breeze, with compassion and tolerance, he is a benevolent king.

Thranduil is like the Mirkwood itself, mysterious and inaccessible, a lonely, arrogant and cold king.

The Celeborn before him had an ancient calmness and composure, as if he had experienced the baptism of time. His expression was filled with an almost eternal peace, neither hurried nor slow, as if the troubles in the world could not shake his composure.

He is more like an elder who silently guards his home, a king who has been tempered by the world, has a restrained edge, and is heavy and steady.

"No matter how fierce the wind and rain outside, it cannot shake your composure, Lord Celeborn."

Gandalf nodded slightly and complimented with a smile.

"Except your beautiful Lady Galadriel, of course."

Hearing this, Celeborn smiled.

Galadriel, who was standing hand in hand with her husband, turned her attention to the remaining people.

"Young wizard, we meet again."

Galadriel looked at Dewi with a smile in her eyes.

A voice sounded from Dui's mind.

Chapter 121 Prophecy

in the hall,

After Celeborn and Gandalf exchanged greetings, they turned their attention to Due, Bilbo, and Legolas.

But it’s mainly about Dui.

"This must be the black wizard Duell, who subdued the dragon Smaug, slew the Orc kings Azog and Bolg, and turned the tide in the Battle of Five Armies."

Celeborn's tone was filled with admiration. "It's true that hearing about you is worse than meeting you in person. You are younger and more outstanding than I imagined!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Celeborn."

Dewi nodded in greeting and accepted Celeborn's praise with a smile.

The Lord of Lórien before him was not as famous as Elrond and Thranduil.