Before the news of Beleriander's sinking came, Charles was in a simplely decorated yet crisp room, writing a book related to the occult. Vertex Says X 23 U OM

The room was brightly lit, and he sat in a chair made of wicker, with a few pages on the nanmu table in front of him, a light breeze blowing in from the half-open wooden window in front of him.

Outside the window is a tranquil courtyard with a large oak tree and a fountain with stone tables.

The rustling of thin quills against white paper, accompanied by the crisp sound of birdsong outside the window, makes the atmosphere inside and outside the study seem quite peaceful.

It had been 156 years since he came to the West, but the long years had not brought him much external change.

Dressed in a slightly classical-style silver robe, his face was clean and handsome, and his black hair was still neatly restrained by silver foreheads, and his jet black glowed with psychedelic luster.

Only the dark eyes became deeper and deeper, and when they lowered their heads to concentrate on the work in hand, they were filled with a mystery like the vast starry sky.

The secret fire that may be ignited has always existed in our hearts, and emotional fluctuations will make it splash a faint spark, and it will become a force that affects the world. It's our talent, but instinct alone doesn't make the most of it, so the original spell was born, and we ...... Magnificent Creation Movement...... It's going to be a long and painstaking process.

……

The delicate Tengwa script was marked with the final line, and Charles dropped his quill in his hand.

Raising his finger and flicking it, a warm wind blew along with a slight crimson spark, and the damp ink became dry.

Looking up at the clear window, after thinking about it, he picked up another unfinished book on his desk, opened it to the end, and began to work again.

On the question of why souls who refuse the call of the West tend to darkness more and more after death, one conjecture is that although the body is a breeding source, it is also a guarantee of our self-control.

Without physical limitations, our beliefs that were full of self-control may gradually collapse, and eventually lose all care, causing any small evil thought to be magnified and even driven to act by the soul, and finally sow evil consequences. However, because there is no physical body, unless you see some scenes that can touch your past memories, there is a high probability that the ghost will not]

This passage was eventually interrupted before it was finished.

In the quiet atmosphere, the door of the room not far away was suddenly slammed open by two small figures, and Charles was stunned to hold the pen, looked at the messy strokes on the page, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The sound of frolicking and noisy sounded from behind him.

"Father, look, I've caught a cuckoo!"

"Let it go, you're going to strangle it!"

"But didn't you say that this bird is very undecent?"

The little girl who spoke retorted loudly, but she also obediently spread her hand.

So the bird that had been pinched and tightened in her hand hurriedly flapped its wings and sprang out of the window, leaving a gray feather on the way.

The little girl with long black hair who looked similar to Charles's clothes then tugged at the hem of Charles's clothes, but when her hand swiped over it, she couldn't help but pout.

"Don't you love me anymore? Why can't I touch you again? ”

"That's right, I don't love you anymore because you're too noisy." Charles replied solemnly, and at the same time raised his hand and touched the head of another little girl who had quietly come over, so the little guy who had been quiet couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably.

"You see how well-behaved your sister is, and she never causes trouble."

These words made the seemingly quiet little guy show a smug smile, and secretly gestured to the opposite sister with a victory gesture, so the little girl, who was already a little depressed, immediately pursed her mouth.

"You're so biased!"

After snorting loudly, she turned and ran out the door.

However, her calves had barely stepped through the doorway when they slammed into a figure who happened to enter.

It was Lucien in a beautiful blue dress, and the long years had not brought her any changes, but her temperament was more mature.

After being hit, she crouched down and asked strangely.

"Little Sparrow, where are you going?"

"I don't know, I'm getting out of here anyway!"

"Okay, have fun, but don't go to the back mountain to make honeycombs."

"I couldn't be happier!" The girl rolled her eyes as she spoke, as if she had thought of a good idea, so she couldn't wait to run away from her mother's arms.

"Go see your sister, don't let her run around."

Charles said to his second daughter, who was holding his thigh. So the little guy nodded sensibly and ran out with him.

The remaining two elves smiled at each other, and then the former king, who had put on a motherly posture before, sighed and complained.

"I really regret giving birth to them, it's so noisy."

"It would be nice to be bigger, it's good to be like this now." Charles, who was sitting back in his chair, answered with a smile.

"Actually, it's not a regret." Lucien said, walked up and snuggled up in her husband's arms, took a comfortable breath, and then muttered, "I just miss the time when it was only us." ”

"When they become adults, they'll go back to what they used to be."

"That's more than 30 years...... Or longer? ”

"The latter is very likely......"

……

As they spoke, a white bird suddenly flew out of the window, holding a rolled brown scroll in its mouth, flapping its wings a few times, landing on the table and putting it down, then looking up and shouting.

"Hit me, hit me!"

Its call was comical, and Charles raised his hand to give the bird a brainstorm, and the bird flew away happily.

"This masochist."

Shaking his head, Charles picked up the scroll and spread it out, his eyes narrowing.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Lucien looked up at him strangely in her arms.

"Nothing." Charles rolled up the scroll, thought for a moment, and said, "I have a gift for you." ”

"What gift?"

Instead of responding, he turned and beckoned to a corner cabinet in the room, where a wooden box with beautiful patterns would sprang out.

When opened, a beautiful and brilliant light blooms.

"Elven Diamond? This ......" Lucian's voice was full of astonishment, and her eyes were stunned as she looked at the silver diamond necklace in the box.

"I remember you said you liked the diamonds so much that you put them away."

Charles replied, smiling at the puzzled look of the elf in his arms.

"Why, after defeating Morgoth, haven't you ever wondered where the two remaining diamonds from his crown have gone?"

"Of course I thought about it, but I thought it was the Veras ......"

She was interrupted by the other party in the middle of her words, and saw Charles pick up the necklace inlaid with diamonds and put it on his wife's white neck, and after looking at it a few times, she nodded with satisfaction,

"The fate it carries has dissipated, and there will be no more trouble."

He said this with a normal expression, but secretly sighed as well.

Beleriander sank, and everything that was once familiar vanished, and all that was left was the memories in his head.

"Hasn't your father decided to resurrect yet?" He asked instead.

"My father was stubborn and always felt ashamed to see the people of the past, but my mother said that he was a little shaken."

Fingers flicked the necklace around her neck, and Lucien responded with some absent-mindedness, and then suddenly murmured, "I love you, Carnier, but I don't want to keep this necklace, I'm afraid I'll be like my father......"

"It's lost that power." Charles bowed his head in comfort.

"But they're yours, and even if you throw them away, I won't have a problem."

"I think I'll give it to Lady Avanna, the brilliance of the diamond comes from the twin sacred trees she planted, and I think she's the true owner of the elven diamond......"

The conversation in the room lasted for a long time, flat but warm.

……

Valinor is a place where there is no sorrow.

The many faces that have fallen in the land of Middle-earth can meet strangely in the blessed land of Amen in the West.

The immortal elves were resurrected after being washed away from all gloom in the temple of death, and all the tragedy and tragedy that had existed here ceased to exist.

Charles even went out hunting with his uncle Fingon a while ago.

After Morgoth's incident, the Villas pardoned the Noldor who had been punished, and all but the Fëanor family had regained their right to be reborn.

It's just that some of them choose to leave the soul state and regain their bodies, while others stay in the dark temple and indulge in the past, unwilling to be reborn.

Compared to the long life of the elves, the time spent walking in Middle-earth by the Noldors was actually very short, but that short time left a deep memory in their lives.

It can never be erased.