What kind of request is that?
Luke was speechless.
A magic wand for an Elven Gem, what's the difference between that and a free gift?
Then, under Luke's surprised gaze, Galadriel gently cut her hair with her hand, and a strand of bright golden hair, shimmering with silver light, fell into her hand.
"Elrond told me the components needed for a magic wand, let these be the core materials for Arwen and their wands."
Luke took the strand of hair and felt as if stars were shining in his hand.
It truly lived up to its reputation as hair that even Fëanor, the creator of the Silmarils, had once requested as a gift. As a Light Elf who had been bathed in the light of the Two Trees, and the most powerful elf in Middle-earth, even a few strands of her hair possessed extraordinary power.
Luke was both surprised and delighted. This strand of hair contained five individual hairs. Three of them could be used to make wands for the three siblings: Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen.
Of the remaining two, one could be used to try and make Gandalf's wand.
But the last one was a bonus.
He had essentially benefited from Arwen and their connections, gaining an honor that even Fëanor, the creator of the Silmarils, had never received.
Luke plucked a nearby leaf, transformed it into an exquisite silk handkerchief using Transfiguration, carefully wrapped the strand of hair, tucked it into his chest, and then solemnly assured Galadriel:
"Madam, please rest assured, I will certainly craft a powerful magic wand for Princess Arwen and them."
Galadriel smiled upon hearing this.
But in such a pleasant atmosphere, there was always someone who would ruin it.
"Gandalf, why did you bring an irrelevant person to such an important occasion? You're becoming increasingly unreliable."
An old voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, came from not far away.
A tall, somewhat gaunt old man in white robes appeared, holding a staff, his face stern and dignified.
Gandalf's joyful expression upon seeing Galadriel instantly changed, but he still forced a smile, turned to the newcomer, and nodded politely: "Saruman, it's been a long time."
Then he proactively introduced Luke: "This is my friend, Black Robe Wizard Du Yi'er. He is not an irrelevant person. I brought him to this meeting for a reason..."
"Black Wizard?" Saruman interrupted Gandalf, his sharp eyes sweeping over Luke, then a look of disdain appeared on his face. "Gandalf, when did you get to know such a third-rate sorcerer? Learned a few magic tricks and dare to call yourself the Black Wizard?"
Gandalf took a deep breath and gave Luke an apologetic look.
Saruman had always been at odds with Gandalf; Luke was completely implicated this time.
Luke shook his head slightly at Gandalf, not particularly bothered by Saruman's ridicule and belittlement.
He looked directly at the White Wizard before him, his expression fearless and unafraid. After all, he had already seen Saruman's eventual downfall.
As the only White Wizard among the five Wizards who actively came to the continent of Middle-earth, Saruman's strength and status were the strongest, and he was also the leader of the White Council.
However, Saruman's magnanimity and shrewdness were limited. After learning that Círdan the Shipwright had given Gandalf the Ring of Fire, narya, among the Three Elven Rings, instead of him, he became extremely jealous of Gandalf and had always been at odds with him.
He even secretly wanted to forge a Ring of Power that surpassed the Three Elven Rings.
It was just that Saruman did not possess Sauron's forging skills to create a powerful Ring of Power, so he turned his covetous gaze to Sauron's lost one ring.
He had even tried to find the one ring in the Anduin River, where it was lost.
But in the end, he found nothing.
Although Saruman had not yet fallen into darkness and colluded with the Dark Lord Sauron.
But it wouldn't be long before he would use the Palantír in his hand to connect with the Dark Lord Sauron.
Therefore, Luke did not pay too much attention to him. Why bother with unnecessary disputes with someone who was destined to die?
Moreover, the other party was currently the leader of the White Council, and his strength was even greater than Gandalf's. Directly confronting him would only be disadvantageous to himself.
Saruman frowned, displeased, watching Luke dare to look him directly in the eye.
But constrained by his identity as the leader of the White Council, he merely coldly expelled him: "Irrelevant person, leave this place. This is not where you should be."
"Saruman, Luke was invited by me," Gandalf said in a deep voice, "He is related to what I'm about to say, he is a witness to the Nazgûl, and also a powerful helper!"
"Nazgûl? Gandalf, are you joking?" Saruman sneered, "In the Battle of Mordor, these Nazgûl disappeared along with Sauron's defeat. Now you say you and this third-rate Wizard saw the Nazgûl?"
"But the fact is, not long ago, when we were passing through the Barrow-downs, we encountered the Witch-king of Angmar, who was possessing a wight!" Gandalf argued, "And Radagast also brought news that a necromancer appeared in Dol Guldur, and a relic belonging to Mordor—the Morgul-blade—was also found."
Saying this, he took out the Morgul-blade he carried with him and placed it before everyone.
Seeing this weapon radiating dark power, Elrond and Galadriel, who had remained silent, instantly looked solemn.
"This is the sword forged for the Witch-king of Angmar," Galadriel recognized, "After the fall of the Kingdom of Angmar, the men of the North sealed his body and all his possessions together in the High Downs of Rhudaur, buried deep beneath the rocks, never to see the light of day."
Elrond also frowned tightly, disbelievingly saying, "This is impossible. That tomb was sealed with powerful spells and would never be opened. How did this sword come out of there?"
Both of their gazes converged on Gandalf.
"The seal won't be opened, but what if someone can summon him?" Gandalf said, "You and I both know his master behind him. If that person wills it, no matter where they are, they can be summoned to his side."
"Nonsense!" Saruman said angrily, "Sauron has long been defeated, and he can no longer regain power."
"The one ring he relied on was also lost in the Anduin River, perhaps long ago swept into the ocean by the river, nowhere to be found. It's impossible for him to return."
"But the problem is, we saw the Witch-king of Angmar, and his power is still strong. Luke encountered him once on the Barrow-downs, and later we even encountered an army of wights controlled by him on the Great East Road. We saw this with our own eyes, I couldn't be mistaken!"
"This is just your personal opinion." Saruman stubbornly insisted, then glanced at Luke again, "Plus the words of a third-rate sorcerer with no credibility, this is simply not enough to be evidence."
Being repeatedly called names, Luke was not without temper. He spoke, "Since Wizard Saruman believes this is not enough proof, then I do have a way to prove that what Gandalf said is true."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Luke, even Gandalf was a little surprised.