"My harp flew to me, and it sang that magical melody."

"My harp flies to me, and it will bring a long restful sleep"

"My harp flew to me, and that was the joy you brought us."

"My Harp Flew to My ......"

“……”

The crisp and melodious elven song was full of joy and anticipation, and Aritil, dressed in a simple white robe, walked briskly in the quiet jungle where light and shadow intertwined.

In her arms, Charles, who was barely a year old, was wrapped in a tough strip of cloth and hung on her chest, and her bright dark eyes were full of helplessness as Arettir walked.

He felt that the cheap mother was not running away from home now, but traveling.

That's right, running away from home.

Since her argument with Eore last month, the elf seemed determined to leave the place where she had lived for years.

And now, while Eore was out on her way to visit the dwarven cities to the east, she had finally begun her long-planned operation.

But what was her preparation for the trip?

Behind his back, the cloth bag that didn't look big at all, straddled his waist, two sheathed swords inlaid with white gems, and a purple shirt wooden bow on his shoulder, and more than a dozen iron arrows.

She had to travel long distances, but she had no horses, and the kind of bread-like food she carried that looked like bread and tasted dry was obviously not going to last long.

So much so that Charles doubted that the rough-lined female elf would be able to make it out of the forest.

Oh yes, that's not all, this guy is actually a road idiot.

This was not something that Charles had observed in such a short period of time, but because of his unique ability, he had basically learned everything about this cheap mother after a long period of contact.

The daughter of the current High King of the Noldor Elves of Middle-earth, the sister of Turgon, the king of the Hidden Kingdom of Gondolin, and the well-known White Princess Arantir of the Noldor tribe, is also called Al-Fienir.

Since I was a child, I didn't like harp embroidery, but I liked hunting and running around.

God knows how this kind of noble-born elf princess married that guy with a gloomy personality who cooks all day long except for iron.

Charles was very curious about this, but the person next to him for more than two months had never thought about it, or had never been "caught" by Charles, so that the problem was never solved.

……

In the dark dense forest with dense spots of light, there was basically no sound except for the sound of birdsong in the shade of the trees overhead, and the sound of gurgling water in which direction was faintly audible, but it seemed to be far away.

Not to mention, the air in this world is particularly good, and it is completely different from many worlds that Charles has been in contact with, and even the main world with magical elements.

For example, the air in the forest here has a strange sweet feeling when you breathe it, and it seems that every place here is full of life.

"Staying here, it is estimated that even ordinary humans can live for decades longer." He wondered.

In fact, if he had a choice, Charles wouldn't have been in the forest at all, playing some boring runaway thing with this unreliable cheap mother.

Instead, he wanted to stay in a stable environment in order to grow up, after all, he was too young now.

In other words, at least it is not too late for him to leave when he has some self-preservation.

As for the moment, although his ability to manipulate shadows is quite peculiar, it can only be used to trap people or something, and there is no way to be of great use, and his thin arms and legs are not tossed at all.

"Why did I reincarnate as an elf?"

After thinking about it, he thought about it again.

Isn't it normal to use the power of the so-called phoenix to become a phoenix, or an egg-like species of a bird or something?

How could they be born into such a group of intelligent creatures?

For Charles, the elven blacksmith next to him was obviously two troubles. His only wish at this time was to find a way to improve his strength as soon as possible, not to play with these two people, or two elves.

It felt really bad for him.

If he had a choice, he would rather let himself jump out of the crack in the stone, so that he would be unrestrained.

However, no matter how much Charles resisted the existence of this cheap parent, he couldn't hide that he owed the two of them a very important favor.

is completely different from what he once thought, he has experienced being conceived and born, although he does not feel that he has a family relationship with his parents, but he believes that this kind of pregnancy is a very important affection, and it is a real reinvention of grace, and he cannot but return it.

……

The brisk, even a little bouncing, didn't last long, and as they roamed out of the shaded forest path, a clear stream with a rushing water crossed the two of them.

The creek is located in a sparsely shaded clearing in the middle of the forest, and the stream winds its way through the shady forest in front of and behind it.

Both sides of the creek were shrouded in dim light, and when they peeked into the invisible area of the forest, only the light in this clearing was slightly brighter, and the few rays of sunlight that drilled down through the shade of the trees shone on the surface of the stream, and the light rippled and crystal clear, and it looked very beautiful.

There are some scattered gravel on both sides of the creek, and some colorful birds are staying here at the moment, jumping and pebbling at the water's edge from time to time, and the sound is crisp and pleasant, and it looks very smart.

Arettir stopped and placed Charles on a relatively flat cyan stone nearby.

Many birds around were disturbed, but they were not scared away, but jumped up and down, tilting their heads to look at the two elves who appeared here.

"I remember that there are a lot of silver-leaf fish in this creek, wait for little Romian, I'll catch fish for you to eat, the silver-leaf fish tastes delicious......"

After saying a word, Arettir took off her boots and rolled up her skirt and trouser legs into the stream, muttering something as she went, as if to say that she hoped that the fish was not unfamiliar.

The elves of Middle-earth actually eat meat, not just vegetables and fruits, in fact, in this magnificent fantasy world, plants and animals belong to the ranks of life, and some plants can even communicate with the elves.

At the same time, the elves are not limited to living in the forest, or rather, those who are good at guerrilla and archery in the forest are only a branch (or several) of the elves.

At present, most elves are not much different from the humans in Charles's impression, they can also mine and cook, and they will also eat meat and drink, but they are naturally more emotional, more beautiful, and simpler.

It's not that they don't eat meat, they just don't eat things that can talk, or that are particularly beautiful and spiritual, both animals and plants.

……

Time passed, and the bright and warm rays of the sun shone through a large number of leaves in the rare bright stream area of the forest, and the female elf Arettir in the stream had a focused expression, cautiously touching the fish and touching the joy, while Charles looked at everything around him boredly.

Because he doesn't feel that he has much self-preservation, so even if he will go, he rarely or even basically doesn't go out during this time, and now it is the first time to walk such a long road, and he is naturally full of desire to explore everything around him-

After all, this is a strange world, and every journey is a new understanding.

Of course, Arettir didn't know that he could walk. Charles didn't say anything, after all, how can walking by himself be as effortless as being held by others.

And he has small arms and legs, and he really can't keep up if he really wants to catch up......

Thinking of this, he glanced again at the guy who was bending down not far away to touch the fish, and found that this guy was struggling to catch a beautiful little fish covered with silver scales, which was somewhat similar in shape to leaves, and the head and tail were shaking, and the water stains were splashing, which made her dress full of water, but it made this guy laugh out loud without the image of a lady.

It was the first time in a long time that Charles had seen this female elf smile so happily. It also made him feel that this one was even less like a female elf.

At the same time, however, Charles suddenly noticed that the grass and trees were shaking in the woods deep behind the elf, and he wrinkled his thin eyebrows, and then quietly hooked his swaddling fingers.

A black-haired wild boar that was running rapidly on the surface of the dead leaves in the forest suddenly screamed and fell, as if it had been mixed by a rope, its chin rubbed against the surface of the ground for several meters, and the miserable and piercing humming and chirping sound directly attracted the attention of the female elf who was slamming the fish's head with her fist to make it stop a little.

Then she turned her head and found the big black boar that had fallen in the woods.

However, even if it is a wild wolf, for a high elf like Arettir who once bathed in the light of the Twin Sacred Trees of Valinor in the western continent of Amen, it is just a minion that can be easily dismissed. (The sun and moon of this world are the fruits of the twin sacred trees before they wither.)

So she didn't pay much attention to it, but with a far more acute vision than the current Charles, she discovered something that the boar was following behind.

As a result, Arityr's beautiful cheeks, which had a smile remaining, quickly became solemn.

Throwing away the hapless silverfish that had stopped struggling in his hand, Arettir hurried back to shore, first tied Charles in his arms, and then drew out a feathered iron arrow that had been stuck in the dirt floor, and aimed it with a bow with a serious expression.

Charles wondered about this, but it didn't take long for him to see what Arettir was guarding against.

"Orcs?"