The elegant room was very quiet, with little noise except for the slight sound of breathing.

Arettir had fallen asleep by this time. However, Charles did not rest, but kept watching each other quietly.

The messy black hair was scattered on the white pillow, and the cheerful face in the memory was now hidden melancholy, even if a wave of joy rushed in, it did not completely dissipate this melancholy.

Her cheeks were beautiful and thin, and her sleeping bulging hand still clung to Charles's arm, lest one of them disappear again.

The white gauze tent rippled in with the breeze blowing in from the window, and the sunlight shone over the marble windowsill on the pale yellow wool carpet underfoot, reflecting the warmth of the quiet room.

Charles sat on the stool next to the bed and watched each other silently, not moving much for the rest of the night.

After arriving in Gangdorin, a welcome banquet followed, and Charles also got to know the nobles here.

It was only during this period that Arritil stayed by his side, whether talking or dining.

Even after the banquet finally dispersed, she fell into a deep sleep and did not let go of Charles's hand.

It's just that Charles is not impatient with this, but there is an inexplicable emotion that makes him full of patience, warmth, joy, and guilt...... It seems so, and it doesn't seem to be, he can't tell.

Quietly looking at the face that was similar to himself, his mind was full of calm feelings, but it seemed to be very chaotic, looking at it, he used the power of the shadow to quietly withdraw his hand, and then reached out to smooth the other party's furrowed brows.

A deep magic quietly grew in his fingertips, soothing the eyebrows and eyes of Arettir who had been worried in his sleep, and he also fell into a deeper rest.

Charles then got up and left the bedroom with a light turn.

Pushing open the door of the room, which is as beautifully carved as ivory, a slightly curved white corridor outside, and a courtyard outside.

Sculptures of pillars, fountains of flowing water, crisp birdsong are abundant, and the sun shines from above the courtyard, illuminating everything in front of you quite brightly.

Glancing around, he was suddenly attracted by the next room, and when he pushed the door in, he was greeted by a wide range of exquisite costumes hanging all over the room.

Child, Half-Aged, Adult...... From small to large.

At the same time, embroidered portraits are also scattered all over the surrounding walls.

Because of the fabric, the facial features are a little hazy, but what is striking is that the portrait is actually an eight-point resemblance to the Charles.

"Before that, my aunt had never touched embroidery or sewing, and she preferred to play and hunt." A voice appeared from behind with envy.

The other seemed to be very light, and Charles did not notice the sound of footsteps approaching, but he could sense a kind heart approaching, and when he looked back, he saw that it was one of his cousins named Ixir.

She was also the only daughter of Turgon, the king of Gondolin.

This cousin was actually very impressed at yesterday's banquet, because in addition to the dignified and beautiful face of the other party, there was also her long hair as bright as gold, which really looked very different.

Blonde hair is rare among the elves of Middle-earth, and the Charr has seen less than a handful of them.

The distant memories of birth were still fresh enough for Charles to think that his mother seemed to have died long ago.

It's not hard to see why she envies this.

It's just that Charles is a little speechless.

So silence became his best response at the moment.

In fact, he basically behaved at the banquet yesterday.

With Arettir by his side, he rarely took the initiative to talk to people, most of the time it was others who took the initiative before he spoke.

"They all say, you grew up among human beings?"

"That's right." Charles nodded, he felt as if his cousin was running out of words, but that didn't stop him from breaking out of his dull thoughts.

"That's completely different from elves."

"It's tough?"

"It's not hard." Xia Er'er smiled when she heard this, "They are very simple, and at the same time they are also very enthusiastic. ”

The smile faded the original look in his eyes, and Ighur suddenly realized that this was just a teenager, but she was feeling very restrained just now......

It's funny, so a sentence blurts out.

"Before you came, my father was afraid that you would have a similar personality to your father......"

As she spoke, she suddenly paused, and she felt as if she was "careless".

just raised his eyes to look, but he didn't find any displeasure on the other side, but motioned to her with interest to continue.

Seeing this, Igr relaxed, and his words seemed much more relaxed.

In fact, her impression of Charles is completely different from the beginning, yesterday as one of the protagonists of the banquet, but was treated like a child by Arettir, but she did not bear to show it in the slightest.

At the same time, he did not have any dissatisfaction with Turgon's pretense of coldness, and he was able to deal with the conversations of many elven nobles in Gangdorin, although he was young, but he was not arrogant or impatient.

Not only was Ishel good at his senses, but so was the white-robed monarch of Gondolim.

When Igel went to greet him this morning, he found that he could not hide the smile on his father's face.

During the conversation, he also admired and praised the gifts given to him by his nephew.

But a fool can see that he is "borrowing things to metaphor people".

However, relatively speaking, the gifts he received were indeed precious enough.

The defense is comparable to the steel armor that is entangled with magic, but it is as flexible as leather, and after a few fiddling strokes, it can shrink like fur, and many nobles who look at it directly are amazed.

Among them, there are many Noldor who are proficient in forging, who are full of shock and puzzlement.

……

Since its construction, there have been few or no outsiders.

So much so that the arrival of Charles, both nobles and commoners, talked about it.

Talk about his origins, his appearance, his performance, and his strange gifts......

Due to the lack of information in this area, it is difficult for civilians to have access to outside information, so that most of the residents do not know about the Shire.

But this made him more "attracting bees and butterflies".

Whether it is his life or the situation in the outside world, it is enough to arouse the curiosity of any elf here.

It's a pity that the person concerned rarely pays attention to the panda-like gaze around him.

The main part of his trip was to meet and recognize Arityr, and then ask him about his cheap father.

Unfortunately, the latter Arettir didn't know anything and didn't provide much useful information to Charles.

The secondary goal was to learn how to make jewelry, which he already knew about in Nagoth Lund.

Charles thought that studying here for three or four months should be more or less enough for his needs.

It's just that he didn't expect that Arityl's enthusiasm made it difficult for him to have his own private space-

He was dragged by Arettir for half a month and didn't let go, whether it was day or night, whether it was going out or eating, if it was not necessary, she had been dragging herself like this, and she seemed to be very obsessed with it.

Charles was helpless.

However, he is not in a hurry, because there is actually plenty of time for this trip.

Elves don't have the same concept of time as humans, and even if the Charr stay here for a year or two, they will only think that a month or two is as short.

There is nothing important in the Land of the Seven Rivers at the moment, and Charles has asked him to take care of it after Finrod left a few days ago.

So he has plenty of time to spend it.

In fact, this consumption is not completely wasteful.

At the very least, he knew the city under his feet better.

He believes that this is the most city-like place in the world, bustling, lively, open-air, crowded......

The whole city is white, full of orderly beauty, generally two or three storey buildings are crowded in a row, but not messy, although there are many lanes, but always closely connected with the straight and refreshing main road.

The flat stone road is surrounded by immaculate white houses and towers, garden fountains are often seen on the roadside, and rows of landscape trees are branches and birds chirp crisply.

The royal palace of Gondolin was an elegant five-storey white building, arched in an arc against the corner of a square, surrounded by two trees, one pure gold and the other brilliant silver.

Farther in the middle of the square, stands a huge fountain, whose water is crystal clear in the sunlight like a dazzling rainbow.

The square where the palace is located is in the middle of the city, and behind it is a large market with a lively atmosphere, with shops and stalls.

Ingredients, fruits and vegetables, ironware, blank sheepskin scrolls, and even toys of all kinds.

On the other side of the palace, the Charles even saw a large library......

Everything that caught his eyes made him feel as if he had come to another era, and it also made him understand the elves, or the civilization of the Noldor tribe, better.

But half a month later, he stopped this observation.

It's not that Arettir took the initiative to let go, but that Turgong really couldn't stand it.

"I've got you a teacher, he's one of the best jewellers in the Noldor." At dinner, the monarch, who was usually very busy with official business, suddenly spoke.