The melodious sound of the saxophone drifted through the air.
This wasn't the elegant and tranquil feeling that the elves liked. Instead, from the start, one could feel an intense aura.
A thousand miles long wind blew against one's face, the majestic aura of a towering snowy mountain peak!
It was voluminous and unending, yet it was so clear that it wasn't sloppy in the slightest. There was a kind of subduing joy.
Franklin strolled leisurely along the white stone path, calmly playing the saxophone, smiling and nodding to everyone he saw.
The sound of the saxophone blended together with the gurgling sound of the flowing water, creating an exceptionally lively sound. While he was playing, his entire body seemed to be enveloped in a thin layer of halo. Ripples could be seen spreading out in all directions, especially towards the twilight elf's building.
At present, Melody was leaning against a soft couch woven from tree branches. This soft couch was woven with lush green leaves, brimming with vitality. Beside it was a clear gurgling stream, with little fishes and prawns swimming around merrily.
Today, she had tied her hair up with a light purple vine. She was wearing a tube top made of tender green leaves, which would inadvertently reveal her cute navel. Her lower body was wearing a grass-green vine skirt, which was very much in line with the aesthetics of elves and humans.
Beside Melody's hand, was a sparkling and translucent wine glass. Inside was a rare red wine imported from afar. The wine was as red as blood. She raised the glass and took a sip, her ample bosom swayed slightly with her movements. From her rather low neckline, an alluring snowy white indentation could be seen, causing one's heart to be captivated.
Her slender and tender little legs were crossed, her exquisite toenails were smeared with pink nail polish. This was made from phoenix pear and impatiens. Not only was it able to maintain its adorable luster, it also had an exceptional fragrance, causing one's heart to feel refreshed. Melody's legs were slender, fair and tender, from her ankles to her toes, they were extremely beautiful. Apart from being adorable, the lines were extremely pleasing to the eye. Sheyan loved to play with her legs.
The indistinct sound of the saxophone stubbornly penetrated through the gaps between the leaves and the building. Truthfully speaking, Melody didn't like this type of musical instrument. She preferred the graceful sound of a three-stringed zither or a seven-stringed zither. Furthermore, her innate ability as a twilight elf was able to sense it.
The sound of the saxophone had a strange charm that could lead one's senses astray.
"Make this bard stay far away from my residence." Melody calmly commanded. "I don't like this sound."
One of the elves immediately bowed and said:
"Yes, mighty twilight elf, your will is my command."
Of course, Franklin didn't know that he had almost made a fool of himself. Fortunately, at this moment, his rearranged saxophone piece finally came to a more restored part, returning to the familiar tune of "Morning Light."
After hearing this section, Melody was suddenly stunned. She abruptly called out to the elf who was about to leave.
"Wait a moment. During a festival in Rivendell, casually banishing an outsider isn't in line with the grace and hospitality of the elves."
Sheyan once again misjudged Melody's strength. Accurately speaking, he underestimated the influence of a twilight elf amongst the elves! This was especially true after Melody had proclaimed herself as the Sun Strider during the previous celebration. This had immediately caused a clear divide between the two. Although this would lead to the rejection of many elves who believed in the Moon God, it would also attract some loyal followers of the Sun God to her side!
At present, the elf beside Melody was the former chief subordinate of Glorfindel. However, he was a secret follower of the Sun God, thus he straightforwardly joined Melody. After hearing Melody's command, he didn't have any objections. He bowed deeply and retreated back to his seat.
Melody shut her eyes once again. This time, she didn't resist, allowing the familiar yet foreign melody to enter her mind. Gradually, she seemed to see the horrifying skinning platform at the summit of the snowy peak. She seemed to see the dense forest steeped in poisonous fog under the scorching sun. She seemed to see the massive and valiant Ocean-freak of Moria … … in this instance, Melody's heart surged with emotions. Two streams of sparkling tears flowed down her cheeks. She suddenly spoke out.
"Invite this bard in. I hope he can play a song for me alone. If the guards at the entrance are under the command of Elrond and Glorfindel, then be more forceful! They have already restricted my freedom of movement, are they going to restrict my right to listen to music as well? "
Indeed, to Elrond and Glorfindel, restricting Melody's freedom of movement was already their limit. After all, Melody was also a twilight elf. Her actions had already caused many discordant voices in Rivendell.
If not for the prestige of Elrond and Glorfindel, there would've been a strong backlash. Melody's request was reasonable and reasonable. Therefore, Franklin didn't encounter too many obstructions. Without any hesitation, he directly relayed the message that Sheyan wanted him to convey to Melody. That sentence instantly caused Melody's cheeks to flush red....
"Esteemed twilight elf, I learned this song from a human in Rivendell. The name of the song is' One Hour 38 Minutes'."
*****
Therefore, after a short hour, Sheyan received a pleasant surprise while accompanying Segimli in the bar.
An elf bartender delivered a bottle of fruit wine and specially poured a cup for Sheyan. Sheyan lifted the cup and was about to drink when he was surprised to discover that the wine in the cup was strangely rippling. After it calmed down, it transformed into the image of Melody and smiled at him.
After witnessing this scene, Sheyan immediately realized something. Melody's influence in Rivendell far exceeded his imagination. After pondering for a moment, he left the bar and walked to a secluded area. Sheyan then found a stool and sat down to take a nap.
Not long after, Sheyan suddenly sensed a commotion in the distance. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was actually a squad of elven patrol guards walking over. Their leader was rather familiar to Sheyan. It was shockingly the middle-aged wizard who first detected the 'Stairway of the Sun' on him. The middle-aged wizard pointed at Sheyan and said.
"Human, we suspect you of privately bringing prohibited items into Rivendell. Therefore, we must invite you back for an investigation. If you are innocent, you will be released before dawn tomorrow."
His tone was a little heavy when he said the word "dawn", but it didn't make people feel anything special. Nevertheless, Sheyan understood tacitly and obediently extended his hand, allowing the elves to cast a 'Root Binding' spell. Instantly, vines rapidly sprouted from Sheyan's side and coiled around Sheyan's wrist.
Under the lead of the middle-aged wizard, the elven guards escorted Sheyan out of Rivendell and into a nearby forest. When the surrounding spectators saw Sheyan's appearance, they shook their heads and sighed, thinking that he was yet another unlucky wretch who was banished.
Only Sheyan himself knew that the 'Root Binding' spell on his wrist appeared to be a negative spell, but in reality, the tendrils coiling around his wrist were loose. Moreover, they would occasionally release a cooling sensation throughout his body, allowing him to traverse the mountain path as though he was flying.
The party arrived at a cliff by the side of Rivendell. Looking down from a high vantage point, a towering and majestic oak tree could be seen.
This oak tree reached a height of 60 metres. Its terminal leaf buds were covered by sharp pinkish stalks. It had long and spreading branches, as well as aerial roots that hung down from the trunk and branches. It was currently blooming with pure-white flowers with reddish white pistils. Its leaves were larger than a human's palm and resembled a human's hand, extending out a few thick fingers. It appeared luxuriant and beautiful. It was like a towering giant on the horizon, solemn and majestic.
Regardless of elves or druids, the oak tree was a sacred tree, a symbol of strength and authority.
The oak tree was publicly acknowledged to possess an extraordinary majesty, a unique bearing and mysterious strength. In elven rituals, the oak tree was placed at the center, symbolizing wisdom and farsightedness. Its fruits were regarded as sacred fruits. Even when elven priests were casting spells to pray for rain, they would dip the oak tree branch into the sacred spring and wear a crown of oak leaves, a sign of success.
After arriving at this place, the elves' attitude towards Sheyan became distinctly respectful. This was because this was the place where Melody cultivated before she was forbidden to enter. Here, all peeping powers were isolated.
The middle-aged elf bowed deeply to Sheyan and removed the root binding on his hand. He then respectfully said.
"Please forgive Annenia Cyathea for his previous offense, mister. Our mistress, the twilight elf Melody Sunstrider wishes to converse with you. Under the protection of the sacred Sindalor (oak tree's name), no one shall know of anything that transpires here."
Sheyan walked to the oak tree and pressed his palm against the sacred bark of Sindalor. Instantly, he felt a miraculous sensation – he had actually established a spiritual connection with Melody!
*****
Sheyan slept all the way till 5 am. He was still very sleepy and dizzy, but he still got up to continue writing. He wanted to fulfill his promise of letting everyone see the new chapter the moment they arrived at work. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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