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

"My harp flies to me, and it will bring long-lasting sleep."

"My harp flew towards me, and that's what you brought us happiness."

"My harp flew towards me..."

“…”

The crisp and pleasant elf songs were filled with joy and expectation. Aritiel, wearing a simple white robe and slender figure, was walking lightly in the quiet forest where light and shadow were intertwined.

In her arms, Charle, who was less than one year old, was wrapped in tough cloth strips and hung on her chest. As Arethier walked slightly bumpy, his dark and bright eyes were full of helplessness at this moment.

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

Yes, run away from home.

Since having had a dispute with Eor last month, the elf seems to have made up his mind to leave this place where he lived for several years.

And now, while Eor went out to visit the dwarf city in the east, she finally began her long-planned action.

But what are her preparations for traveling?

The cloth bag behind her back was not big at all, and sheathed swords were straddled around her waist, two white gem-inlaid short swords, a purple-shirt wooden bow on her shoulders, and more than ten iron arrows.

She had to travel a long distance, but she had no horses, and the food she carried that looked like bread and tasted dry was obviously impossible to last long.

So much so that Charles doubted whether this thick-lined female elf could persist in walking out of this forest.

Oh, by the way, more than that, this guy is actually a road fool.

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

The daughter of Fenguoye, the highest elves of the Middle Turtle, the sister of Turgon, the king of the hidden kingdom of Gondolin, and the White Princess Arethir, who has a very famous name in the Nodo tribe, is also called Al-Feneer.

Since childhood, I didn’t like harp tattoos, but I like hunting and running around.

God knows how this kind of elf princess with a noble background married to that gloomy guy who has a gloomy personality and cooks all day long.

Shire was very curious about this, but the person next to him had never thought about it in the past two months, or had not been "captured" by Shire, so that this problem was never solved.

...

There was basically no sound in the dark forest covered with light spots except for the sound of birds singing from the shade above the head. I don’t know which direction the sound of gurgling water was faintly heard, but it seemed that the distance was very far.

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

For example, the air in the forest here will feel a strange sweet feeling when you suck it, as if every place here is full of vitality.

"Residing here, I guess even ordinary humans can live for decades more," he thought to himself.

In fact, if you can choose, Charles would not appear in the forest at all, and would have played boring things with this unreliable cheap mother.

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

In other words, it is not too late to leave when he has some self-protection.

As for now, although his ability to manipulate shadows is quite unique, it can only be used to trap people and is useless. Moreover, his thin arms and legs are not enough to deal with them.

"Why did I become an elf?"

After thinking about it, he thought about this problem again.

Isn’t it normal to use the so-called phoenix power to turn into a phoenix or a bird or other egg species?

How could it be born into this group of intelligent creatures?

For Charles, the person beside him and the elf blacksmith were obviously two troubles. His only wish at this time was to find a way to improve his strength as soon as possible, rather than playing house with these two or two elves.

This felt really bad for him.

If he could choose, he would rather let himself jump out of the crack of the stone, so that he would be free.

However, no matter how Shire resisted the existence of this cheap parents, he could not hide the fact that he owed them a very important favor.

He was completely different from his thoughts. He had been born again after being conceived. Although he did not feel that he had a family relationship with his parents, he believed that this kind of pregnancy was a very important relationship, a true recreation of kindness and could not be returned.

...

The brisk pace, even a bit of jumping, did not last long. When they wandered out of the shaded forest path, a clear stream with rapid water flowed across the two of them.

The stream is located in a clearing land with relatively sparse shade in the forest, and the stream winds and stretches in the dark forest.

Both sides of the stream were shrouded in a dim environment, and they entered the invisible area in the forest. Only the light in this open space was slightly brighter. When the rays of sunlight drilled down through the shade of the trees shone on the surface of the stream, the light was rippling, crystal clear and beautiful.

There are some scattered gravel on both sides of the stream, and some colorful birds are now staying here, jumping and pecking at the pebbles by the water from time to time. Their screams are crisp and pleasant, and they look very lively.

Arethir stopped because of this and placed Charles on a relatively flat cyan stone nearby.

Many birds around were disturbed, but were not scared away. Instead, they jumped over and tilted their heads to stare at the two elves who appeared here.

"I remember there are many silver leaf fish in this stream. Wait for Little Romian. I'll catch you fish and eat it. You will know right away that the silver leaf fish tastes so beautiful."

After giving a message, Arethier took off his boots, rolled up his skirt and trousers and walked into the stream, muttering something as he walked, as if he was saying something that he hoped that the grilled fish was not unfamiliar with the skills.

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

At the same time, elves are not limited to living in the forest, or those who are good at fighting guerrillas and archery in the forest are just a branch (or a few strands) of the elves.

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

They don’t eat meat, they just don’t eat those who are good at talking, or are particularly beautiful and spiritual, including animals and plants.

...

Time passed by, and the bright and warm sunlight penetrated a large number of leaves and shone on this rare creek area in the forest. The female elf Arethel in the stream was focused and she was stumbled carefully, while Charles looked at everything around her boredly.

Because he felt that he didn't have much self-protection power, even if he could leave, he rarely or even basically did not go out during this period. It was the first time he was walking such a long road. He was naturally full of desire to explore everything around him.

After all, this is a strange world. Every time you walk a journey, you will be a new understanding.

Of course, Arethier actually didn't know that he could walk. Charles didn't say that after all, how can he save energy when walking by himself be hugged by others?

Moreover, he has little arms and legs, and he really can't keep up if he gets on the road...

Thinking of this, he glanced at the guy who was bent down and fishing not far away, and found that the man was trying hard to grasp a beautiful little fish covered with silver scales with a similar shape to the leaves. The head and tail shaking and the water stains splashed her dress was covered with water, but instead made this guy laugh without any ladylike image.

It was the first time that Charles saw this female elf smiling so happily for such a long time. It also made him feel that this female elf is even less like a female elf.

However, at the same time, Charles suddenly found that there were plants and trees shaking in the woods deep behind the female elf. Therefore, he frowned his thin eyebrows, and then his fingers wrapped in the swaddle quietly hooked them.

A black-haired wild boar running rapidly on the surface of the dead leaves in the forest suddenly screamed and fell heavily. Its chin rubbed the surface and slipped for several meters long. The miserable and harsh humming directly attracted the attention of the female elf who was trying hard to hit the fish's head to calm it down.

Then she turned her head and found the big black wild boar that fell into the forest.

But let alone the wild boar, even a wild wolf, for a high-ranking elves like Arethir who once bathed in the glory of the Velino Double Saint Tree in Amen, the West, can be easily dispelled. (The sun and moon in this world are the fruits that bear before the Double Saint Tree withered)

So she didn't care much at first, but relying on her gaze that was far more keener than Shire at present, she discovered some of the existences that followed the wild boar.

So, Arethir's beautiful cheeks with a smile quickly became solemn.

He threw away the unlucky silverfish that had stopped struggling in his hand. Aritiel quickly returned to the shore, first tied Charles in his arms, then pulled out a feathered iron arrow that was originally inserted into the surface of the mud, aimed at it with a serious expression.

Shire was puzzled about this, but not long after, he saw what Arethier was guarding against.

"Orc?"
Chapter completed!