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At this point, George had become someone Thingol regarded with deep admiration—outstanding and exceptional in every way.
He had strength, and he had wisdom.
If George had been an elf, Thingol would've surely chosen him as a royal son-in-law and married his daughter Lúthien to him.
Only someone as extraordinary as George was truly worthy of his daughter.
Unfortunately, George wasn't an elf—he was a human. And the lifespan of humans was limited. No matter how brilliant, in a few decades, he would be nothing more than a handful of dust.
That was why Thingol had just sighed to himself—what a shame that someone as remarkable as George wasn't an elf, but a mortal man.
That night, Thingol held a grand banquet in Thousandstone Cavern to officially welcome George to the Grey Elf Kingdom.
George was no longer seen as "just a human," but a powerful and wise human wizard who had pointed the way forward for the Grey Elves.
In a sense, he now resembled the figure that Gandalf the Grey would one day become.
Elven banquets were incredibly lavish. The hall where it was held was adorned with rare and exquisite treasures, and the noble elves attending were all stunningly handsome men and breathtakingly beautiful women—a true feast for the eyes.
As for the food—it was sumptuous. There were a wide variety of exotic fruits, delicate desserts, and finely prepared meats.
Yes, elves ate meat too.
Back when he watched movies, George had always assumed elves were vegetarians, surviving solely on fruits, vegetables, and grains. But during his time here, he'd come to learn otherwise: elves did eat meat.
They hunted wild animals like goats and boars, then cooked and ate them.
To elves, animals had life—just as trees and plants did. All were equal. There was no reason to eat only plants and not animals.
At the banquet, George also caught sight of several elven-exclusive magical delicacies.
There were Lembas bread, made with special magic, and Miruvor, a crystalline elven cordial.
Just a small piece of Lembas could provide enough energy to last for days without another meal.
And a sip of Miruvor would instantly dispel fatigue and restore vitality.
The entire atmosphere of the banquet was wonderful. None of those cliché "noble brat causes trouble" scenes occurred. With the strength George had demonstrated earlier, no elf was foolish enough to provoke him.
Honestly, watching a gathering of beautiful people singing and dancing was a delightful experience.
Especially when Lúthien performed.
Her voice felt like it was laced with magic—enchanting everyone present. The song was so mesmerizing that George felt like his ears were about to get pregnant.
If it weren't for his strong will and lofty ambitions, he would've been tempted to marry Lúthien on the spot, just to have her sing and dance for him every day.
He genuinely liked girls with her kind of personality.
But… the timing just wasn't right.
In many stories, villains often say, "No matter how powerful someone is, once they have a lover and children, they have a weakness. And once you have a weakness, you're easy to break."
The heroes, of course, argue the opposite: "It's because of love and family that people gain responsibility, motivation, and the strength to achieve greatness."
As for George—he leaned more toward the former.
Especially given his unique situation: he had avatars in multiple worlds. Without emotional attachments, he could abandon one if necessary, and it wouldn't affect him much at all.
But if he had attachments, it would no longer be so easy. He'd have to be much more cautious while seeking to improve his strength.
For example, if his avatar in this world ended up with Lúthien and they had children, what would happen if, in the future, he died while fighting Morgoth, or during a conflict with the Valar and Eru Ilúvatar?
That wouldn't be the same as the other worlds. Take his experiences in the Harry Potter world, where, if he ever parted from his teachers and classmates, they would likely never meet again. It would just be the way of things, with perhaps occasional moments of nostalgia.
In the Apprentice Mage world, he had already retreated into the mountains. In Fairy Tail, his guildmates would similarly live their own lives without him. Even in Cardcaptor Sakura or Academy City, there weren't significant ties.
So his thoughts were clear: he'd at least need to reach a level of power where he could freely enter and leave his different avatars' worlds before he'd even think about settling down with a wife and children.
That way, if something went wrong, he could swiftly move his wife, children, and other important loved ones to another world.
"George, come dance with me!"
As the banquet reached its peak, elves began to invite their partners and took to the dance floor. After turning down several invitations, Lúthien saw George sitting by himself, drinking, and walked up to him.
"I'm not very good at dancing," George politely declined.
But Lúthien just grabbed his hand, laughing as she pulled him onto the dance floor.
"It's okay! I'm the best dancer in the kingdom, aside from my mother. I can teach you."
"Well, if you say so."
Seeing Lúthien's innocent smile, George couldn't refuse and agreed.
From his throne, Thingol's brows furrowed when he saw this. He stood up, but was gently pressed back down by Melian.
"There's no need to worry so much. George doesn't seem like an ordinary human, and some things aren't easily prevented by simply stopping them."
After observing George for some time, Melian had noticed something off about him. His vitality was too strong, far beyond what a normal human could possess.
She even suspected that George might be a Maia, disguised as a human and sent to Middle-earth.
Hearing his wife's words, Thingol thought for a moment, sighed, and remained seated.
"Lúthien, I wanted to ask the Queen for a bit of guidance on magic. I hope that's not too forward?"
Under Lúthien's guidance, George, now getting the hang of the dance, took the opportunity to ask.
One of his main goals in coming to the Grey Elf Kingdom was to learn magic from Melian.
Thingol was gathering the Grey Elf forces and would be heading to Dol Guldur in a week, so George wanted to make use of this time.
"It's not a problem at all. Mother is very kind. After the banquet, I'll take you to see her," Lúthien replied as she twirled gracefully, showing no signs of concern.
After a moment's thought, George suggested, "Let's wait until tomorrow."
It didn't feel quite right to visit Melian alone in the middle of the night.
Though Melian was Lúthien's mother, as a Maia, she didn't age. In fact, she appeared much the same age as Lúthien.
The next morning, George, accompanied by Lúthien and Galadriel, arrived at the Queen's private garden.
When Melian had lived in Valinor, she had stayed in Lórien's gardens, tending to the rare and magical plants there.
Therefore, she didn't reside in the subterranean Thousandstone Cavern but had created a secret garden in a secluded part of the forest, modeled after the Lórien gardens.
This garden was a private place that only Thingol, Lúthien, and Galadriel had free access to.
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