At noon the next day, with the sound of rumbling footsteps, the first tree man arrived. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The ancient creature doesn't seem to have changed much from its earliest days to the present. The body covered in nodules, tangled bark and deep holes in the tree combine to form a human-like face. Tall torso and thick limbs, swaying canopy hair rustling. They were humming and singing songs and talking to the trees. The voices were so low that no other living beings could hear them. It is said that the elephants are able to barely hear the high notes of the song, again because of their large bellies and huge ears.

The Forest of Fagon is densely wooded, but it slowly separates in the face of the treemen's songs, making way for a passable path. As a result, the huge tree man can be said to be unimpeded to the glade. When they see the elf, they are not afraid, but they are not particularly happy or sad about it. The lives of elves and treants don't have much to do with each other. In the eyes of the Treants, it is true that elves love plants and the natural environment, but they can also impose their own will on the trees and make a mess of the forest.

"I'm the first to come? That's not right, someone called a meeting. The tree man scratched the folds beside his eyes with the twigs, and pulled the moss and mushrooms off. He switched to Elven language—but still spoke slowly and in a low voice, "Elf, have you seen the Treant before me?" ”

"I summoned you. Zhao Mai said it again in Elven language, and then again in Shuren language. The Treant language has not changed since the beginning of its creation, and it requires a long breath and the power to be rooted in the earth. The elves like to listen to the Treant language and can write poems with it, but they are unable to recite it.

"There are only a handful of humans who can speak the language of the Treants - in all of the history of Middle-earth. ”

"There should be no more alive. ”

"Indeed, human beings are like dandelions, when the wind comes, they disperse. ”

"But dandelions can also bloom, here, far away. ”

The Treant looked at Zhao Mai with its deep black eyes, memorized all its impressions in his mind, and then said slowly: "It's been a long time since I've heard people of other races speak in the style of a Treant, and I haven't heard an unfamiliar Treant for a long time. Is there something wrong with you and this group of elves going to the Fagon Forest to convene a meeting in the Treant language?"

"Don't rush, don't rush. Zhao Mai said: "I think it's too late to talk about it after the arrival of the tree people." ”

"Humm, hum, you're right. The Treant walked through the glade, found a rock facing south, and put down roots beside it. It stretched out its arms, grew its canopy, and soon became indistinguishable from a large tree. It's just that it still retains the face of the tree man, and those black eyes are still looking at Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai said to the elves, "If you want to please the tree man, you can help him clean the moss and mushrooms on his body, and pick out the dead skin." The Treants love that. ”

Glorfindale nodded, and the young elves leaned over curiously and began to take care of the old tree, as well as the other treemen who were slowly approaching. The Treants were so happy that they whispered their poems, commemorating the vast forests, the gurgling water, and the changing seasons. Slowly, they recited a poem about five ancient races.

Glover Della listened carefully, then waited until the Treant finished reading the poem and asked, "Wait a minute, I have a question." In the poem just now, it describes the oldest elves waking up early, dwarves digging caves in the dark underground to live, halflings planting melons, fruits and vegetables at the mouth of the caves, and then the old tree people like the mountains and humans with a limited lifespan. If I'm not mistaken, halflings are older than treants?"

"yes, yes. "Halflings are neither elves, dwarves, nor humans, but they have the strengths of all three. Just as Iluvita created elves and humans, Olli created dwarves, but halflings...... The halfling, however, was created by Myron and combines the best of all three. We tree people later than halflings, that's for sure. None of us had seen the halflings, though, and they hadn't been to Fagon. ”

"Isn't Myron Zoro? that's his Maian name. When he disguised himself and mingled among the elves, he used the name Myron!" said Groffindelle, "Five ancient races, five instead of four. If the halflings were created by Sauron, then that would explain why they are more resistant to the curse of the Ring than any other race! God, we also have a halfling walk towards Sauron with the Ring, it's ......"

"Sauron and Myron are two different things, and the halfling is not Sauron's servant, so don't worry. Zhao Mai waved his hand and comforted him: "Halflings are able to resist the Lord of the Rings because of their simple character, not blood. Spiritual erosion can only be fought against by cultural traditions at the spiritual level, and has little to do with what kind of internal organs are in the body. ”

"I hope so. But this news is still very important enough to change our understanding of Alda's history. If the halflings are the fifth race, then we elves pay too little attention to them. We've always thought of them as a branch of humanity, just shorter. Unexpectedly, they are a completely independent race. ”

"They've always been independent and independent, but they've been living happily ever after, happily thriving to this day, and that's all that matters. Zhao Mai leaned on a tree, with the gardener dragon sleeping on his lap, and the tail of the grain reserve was tightly held by her as a pillow. Xiaohua can work day and night, but Gardener Dragon cannot. After being possessed by florets for a long time, she needs a lot of rest to recover. In fact, Xiaohua was also quite tired, and Zhao Mai also let her sleep before the meeting started. When they get together, they are just as happy and warm. "After defeating Zoro this time, we will finally be able to usher in a long period of peace. ”

"Yes, that's exactly what we want, one of the elves' gifts to Middle-earth. Groffindale said, "It is precisely because of the preciousness of peace that we elves are willing to make a final effort to fight before leaving." However, what is the difference between Myron and Zoro that you just mentioned?"

"Sauron is not Mirkor. You'll have to look at Myron and Zoro separately. Just like you Noldor elves, don't you rebel against Vera and Maia, leave Valinor, and start a family killing? Grofendale, your remodeling, resurrection, and return to Middle-earth have a lot to do with it. ”

"Well, I can't argue with you. Like all Maia, many of Valinor's memories of Valinor were blurry when she returned to Middle-earth, so I couldn't tell for sure what Myron was doing with Zoro. The Golden Flower Lord's doubts did not decrease because of this, but looked at Zhao Mai and said, "Why do you remember so clearly?"

"I'm Myron. Zhao Mai replied.

Groffendale's eyes widened.