Chapter 339: An Elf Without Foresight Will Face Immediate Peril (Part One)

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"Galadriel!"

Lucien, dancing gracefully on the grass, looked surprised when Galadriel descended from the sky—especially when she saw George behind her, bearing a pair of white wings.

"He's the human hero George?"

"I wouldn't dare call myself a hero—I only lent a small hand."

George replied modestly, feeling a tinge of regret that Lucien hadn't finished her dance.

Lucien looked George up and down, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"This is my first time seeing a human. You're very humble. I've heard about you from Angrod and Aegnor.

They said you made enormous stone statues come alive to help in battle. They said you could fly. They said your magic repelled Sauron, slew a dragon, and forced Morgoth's army to retreat back to Angband."

When Angrod and Aegnor recounted all this to their father, Thingol, Galadriel had already left—but Lucien had remained, listening closely.

She had lived her entire life in the forests of Region, never seeing the outside world. Ever since Galadriel had arrived and told her about life beyond, she'd grown increasingly curious about it.

So, when she heard Angrod and Aegnor describing George's heroic feats, she became very interested.

However, her father, Thingol, didn't believe what Angrod and Aegnor said at all. He thought they were fabricating stories just to persuade him to send troops.

Lucien herself wasn't entirely convinced either—until she saw George descend from the sky with Galadriel. Now, she thought perhaps Angrod and Aegnor hadn't been lying after all.

"Is it true? Is your magic really that powerful?"

Galadriel's eyes lit up as she looked at George.

Thinking back to the letter her eldest brother had sent and the moment George used magic to create wings and fly, she started to feel that maybe she had indeed underestimated this human.

One hundred and forty years ago, she and her three brothers had encountered the first group of humans who migrated westward. Back then, the humans wore little, had no written language, and were barely more advanced than monkeys.

Later, she moved to the kingdom of the Grey Elves to study under Elu Thingol and Melian, growing stronger through their teachings. Since then, she hadn't seen any more humans.

So in her mind, humans were deeply associated with weakness—they had nothing to do with power.

It was like seeing a group of stray cats once, and then, years later, someone told you that one of their descendants had helped humanity win a modern war.

That the cat had created orbital weapons and casually wiped out an alien fleet invading Earth.

It was absurd.

"They exaggerated a bit. Prince Finrod deserves half the credit for repelling Sauron. As for the dragon, I took it down with the help of the three princes," George said honestly, not inflating his accomplishments.

The second and third princes may have exaggerated his deeds to convince Thingol to send troops, which wasn't a good thing.

Thingol hadn't believed them to begin with, and exaggeration only made the story seem more dubious.

However, if it were now—with his current power—George truly could repel Sauron and slay a dragon on his own.

"So, your magic really is that powerful? Can you show us something?"

Galadriel's voice was filled with excitement.

In the entire kingdom of the Grey Elves, apart from Thingol, Melian, and Lucien, no one could match her in combat.

If George really was as powerful as they said, then not only would her brother's entrusted mission have a higher chance of success, she might also finally have a worthy sparring partner—a thrilling thought for her.

Lucien enjoyed singing and dancing, not fighting. Galadriel couldn't challenge her great-uncle and great-aunt either. And as for the other Grey Elves in the city—not one of them was even close to a match.

Her days had grown quite dull.

Upon hearing Galadriel's request, Lucien's face also lit up with anticipation.

She also wanted to see what human magic looked like—whether it was really as wondrous as Angrod and Aegnor had described.

"Of course I can show you," George replied with a smile, "but not right now, and not here.

I plan to invite the Grey Elves to my academy for a magical exchange. I also hope His Majesty the King will be willing to send troops to stand with us against Morgoth's army.

So shortly, I'll demonstrate my magic in front of His Majesty, to prove that what the two princes said wasn't a lie."

"That makes sense. Let's hurry and find Thingol then," Galadriel said.

Turning to Lucien, she wrapped herself around her arm and added playfully, "Lucien, you have to speak up for us when we meet Father. He always listens to you the most."

Lucien gave a helpless smile in response.

"That'll be difficult. Father has a lot of concerns, and the nobles are all opposed to getting involved in another war."

"There's a saying," George interjected, "An elf without foresight will suffer from immediate danger.

If we focus only on the benefits of the present and ignore the risks of the future, then when trouble finally strikes—it'll be too late."

Lucien looked at George with a flash of surprise.

He was right. She had great influence over Thingol. If she chose to help, they'd have a much better chance of convincing her father.

"'An elf without foresight will suffer from immediate danger'... That's very well said. I didn't expect such wisdom from a human—with a life span of just a few decades."

As she spoke, Lucien looked at George differently.

If she had only been curious before, now she felt a growing sense of admiration.

From the first moment she laid eyes on George, she'd sensed something different about him—a certain charisma. It was the kind of aura one developed from vast experience and deep knowledge of the world.

As a princess who had spent thousands of years in one place, she found that quality deeply appealing.

If George could read Lucien's mind at that moment, he would immediately understand why she was feeling this way.

Although his incarnation in this world was a human barely a few decades old, his true self had avatars across many worlds—each with extraordinary experiences that would be unimaginable to the people here.

It was just like how a sheltered noble daughter might find herself drawn to a streetwise man with stories of the world—fascinated by everything he had seen and done.

"I'll do everything I can to persuade my father to send troops," Lucien said at last.

"I knew you were the best!" Galadriel cheered, spinning Lucien around in a circle before finally setting her down.

At this moment, Galadriel had yet to experience the crushing despair of watching all her brothers and the entire branch of the Noldor perish—had yet to see their skulls piled into hills by Morgoth's armies.

For now, she was still the proud elven princess full of dreams, who loved battle and honor.

Lucien was clearly used to Galadriel's exuberance and didn't mind it. She simply smiled and turned to George.

"Come with me. I'll take you straight to my father."

"Then I thank you, Princess Lucien," George said, bowing with an elven gesture of respect as he followed behind Lucien and Galadriel.

(End of Chapter)