Every time Elrond, the Marquis of Imladris, passed by a window that could see the river in front of the door and the castle opposite, he would stop and stand for a while. From such a long distance, apart from the turbulent water of the Anduin River, the only thing that could be seen clearly was the endless green forest on the opposite side and the vague outline of the castle nestled in it. But he could imagine the white petals falling silently from the eighty-nine-meter-high magnolia tree in the garden of Merkwood Castle, and he seemed to be able to smell the rich and quiet fragrance of the magnolia. Because I was once so close to him, Elrond thought. At this time, he saw a black head flashing past the window, and his five-year-old son Aragorn trotted past abnormally.
"Where is Aragorn going?" He asked Lindir, who was standing beside him, a little confused.
"Master Aragorn recently met Master Legolas from the Duke of Greenwood's family. They study archery together every day."
The butler, who always knew everything, smiled and replied, "It is said that Master Legolas is as cute as a little angel."
Yes, Elrond, who had met Legolas, the only son of the Duke of Greenwood, at a formal occasion, thought that he was exactly the same as his father when he was a child. At the same time, the drama of the first half of his life spent with the father of the little angel also appeared clearly in his mind.
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