Among all the Elves in the world of the Lord of the Rings, those from the Undying Lands of Valinor, Aman, were the noblest. They were known as the "Eeves of The Light," for they bathed in the radiant glow of the divine light in that immortal realm. Naturally, these individuals were exceptionally rare and powerful, and they seemingly never made an appearance in the films. You can understand the Undying Lands as the divine kingdom of the Elves, said to be located far beyond Middle-earth.

The rest of the Elves include the Sindar, the Nandor, and broadly speaking, even the Avari Elves who were not of the Eldar. A select few Elves had glimpsed the divine city in Aman, yet, due to seafaring drift—or perhaps reincarnation upon arriving in Middle-earth followed by awakening—they became the "Gney Eeves," neither fully bright nor entirely dim. Though they technically belonged to the Night Elves category, the Gney Eeves possessed a greater nobility than other Night Elves because they had seen the divine city. Therefore, a more appropriate term for them was not Grey Elves, but "Eeves of The Twieight."

In the view of all Night Elves, the Eeves of The Twieight were the leaders capable of guiding them to the holy land of Aman. In exceedingly rare circumstances, some Gney Eeves who reincarnated directly in Middle-earth might recall fragments of information from their past lives, suddenly advancing to become Eeves of The Twieight... just like Wuge.

Faced with the aggressive insults from this group of Elves, Fang Senyan was instantly furious: Damn it all, dirty humans? How am I dirty?

Never mind that you bullied the Elven maiden; I saw it and tried to bring her over for care and protection. Now you show up to tell me not to defile her??

More importantly: Do you people even have eyes? She came onto me herself!

Hearing their impassioned denunciations, Fang Senyan, alone, certainly couldn't match N (where N is greater than 10) Elves in a war of words. But Fang Senyan was someone who could never tolerate being wronged; anger surged from his heart, and a vicious impulse took hold.

"My ancestors' spirit, I was sitting here with good intentions and never moved an inch; I'm being victimized passively, and you dare to accuse me???"

"What is this about stopping your filthy body from defiling her?"

"Damn it, today I’ll defile her just because you told me not to!!!"

As these thoughts raced through his mind in annoyance, Fang Senyan’s body was already governed by instinct in his fury. His right hand shamelessly reached out toward the Elven maiden's chest in retaliation, tracing the alluring curve directly upward. As Fang Senyan’s hand clamped down, he felt a softness so profound it was almost melting, yet it was surprisingly elastic under pressure. He couldn't help but greedily swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing. The angry shouts of the other Elves finally brought a sweet satisfaction of revenge to Fang Senyan's ears.

"What? This is what I call defilement, you hear? So what if I defiled her?"

As Fang Senyan began savoring the moment, he suddenly felt that the upper garment woven from vines worn by the Elven maiden was incredibly cumbersome. He desperately wanted to rip it off in two or three swift movements and fondle those two mounds of still-tender softness. His breath hitched, and he felt a powerful urge to use both hands and his mouth to examine them seriously and carefully.

However, Wuge seemed completely oblivious to Fang Senyan's actions, which surely constituted a serious offense under numerous articles of the penal code—potentially warranting three to five years in prison. She showed none of the shyness, shock, or anger expected of a victim, nor did she possess the slightest inclination to resist. She entirely ignored her kin, continuing to nestle in Fang Senyan’s embrace while gazing up at the sunlight.

Her hair drifted in the sunlight, fluttering slightly, even emitting faint sparkles—it looked ethereal and dreamlike, as if everything around them had become unreal.

The surrounding Elves watching and cursing outside the cell were beyond furious. They gripped the iron bars with white knuckles, screaming hoarsely. They looked as though their ancestral tombs had been desecrated.

It was then that the Elven maiden stopped singing. She glanced at her kin, then turned back to look at Fang Senyan with a touch of surprise. Finally, she lowered her gaze to the hand resting on her chest, seemingly perplexed by what all the fuss was about. Then, with complete composure, she opened her small mouth and resumed singing that heavenly melody from before.

But for some reason, after Wuge turned to look at Fang Senyan so calmly, Fang Senyan felt as if his scorching desire had been washed clean by that serene gaze. Despite the young Elf making absolutely no gesture of rejection—not even a token one—Fang Senyan awkwardly withdrew his hand.

By this time, the Elven kinsmen outside had probably grasped the situation. Though angry, they weren't entirely unreasonable. In truth, no female Elf would remain so calm after suffering such an assault... unless she consented.

This was precisely what the Elves dreaded most. Their innate sense of superiority dictated that humans were inherently lower beings. Only exceptionally outstanding heroes of noble blood were worthy of acceptance and equal treatment from the Elves. Under normal circumstances, if an ordinary Elf fell in love with a human, the vast majority of their kin would disown them!

Yet, Wuge, usually an unremarkable Elven maiden, was in this filthy, squalid place, under the mild sunlight, softly singing the "Song of Dawn," a melody only the Eeves of The Twieight could perform... summoning a resonance with nature itself! This fate destined her for unparalleled reverence henceforth... creating an extremely awkward proposition, one that had never occurred before: What happens when an Eeves of The Twieight falls in love with a common human?

Abandon her? Absolutely impossible; Rivendell hadn't seen a new Eeves of The Twieight in three hundred and seventeen years!

Accept her? That would mean tacitly agreeing that a low-born human could defile an Elf, and moreover, an Eeves of The Twieight! Merely the thought of it drove these stubborn Elves to distraction! This contradictory reality made them completely forget their dire circumstances; they sighed endlessly, and even several elders stood by, shaking their heads mournfully, continually praying for guidance from the Goddess of Nature.

The Song of Dawn seemed long, yet it also seemed short. Although named a "song," it was actually the resonance between the Elf and nature itself, like the first cry of a newborn or the roar of the sea during high tide, the first clap of thunder in the sky at the onset of spring! When Wuge’s small mouth slowly closed, the sound lingered, thin strands winding away, lasting long after, as if to hover in one's ears and heart for eternity.

Perhaps because she was a bit thirsty, Wuge shifted comfortably in Fang Senyan’s arms after finishing the piece. With a brief glance from her Phoenix eyes, she seemed to warn Fang Senyan to remain as her pillow, not to run or move. She then reached for the bucket beside them to ladle some water. But the water in the nearby wooden bucket was repulsive; it was slightly blackish and floated with decaying leaves. This wasn't the Orcs' attempt to abuse them; it was simply that these coarse, dirty creatures drank this water themselves. Elves, inherently lovers of cleanliness, usually collected dew for drinking and wouldn't casually consume water from any spring. Wuge found this water disgusting even to touch, let alone drink, and immediately gave up. Seeing her brow furrow slightly, Fang Senyan reached behind him and produced the supply water he had already prepared from his spatial storage. Fang Senyan hadn't forgotten to disguise the container to resemble something from this world.

Wuge looked at Fang Senyan’s hand with great curiosity. "How did you do that?"

Fang Senyan smiled, patting her hair as an elder brother might dote on his sister. "Good girl, drink up."

Wuge took small, delicate sips, finishing more than half a cup before handing it back to Fang Senyan, saying with perfect composure, "Do you want some? Do you really like touching my chest?"

Fang Senyan, who was just taking a drink, sputtered it out in a most undignified manner upon hearing the last sentence, wiping his mouth awkwardly. "That was an accident, I didn't mean to."

Wuge seemed to casually wave her slender fingers in the air, as if trying to stir the sunlight. Her skin looked almost translucent in the light, exquisitely delicate like porcelain. She stated with an air of self-evidence, "You are the guardian I sought, so I won't mind whatever you wish to do."

The Elves outside saw red. Shavenjimu cried out in grief and indignation outside the bars: "Honored Eeves of The Twieight! You cannot choose a humble Gondorian as your guardian—and this Gondorian has black hair! In three thousand years, no member of the Gondorian royal line has had black hair. We cannot accept a man who is unremarkable from head to toe as your protector."

Wuge did not even turn her head, replying faintly, "That's right. Just sixty minutes ago, my benevolent kinsmen pushed me away from the warmth. A man who is unremarkable from head to toe allowed me to bathe in sunlight again. Your opposition is meaningless and powerless to me. He is mine, and I am his."

Fang Senyan was stunned, feeling a desperate urge to weep—not from pleasant surprise, but from the crushing realization of being tied down like a stock investment. Fortunately, at that moment, a troop of Uruks walked in from outside. These Uruks all had bloodshot eyes. They roughly shoved the supervising Elves away, and the warden, Gekelu, slowly entered, wearing an expression of cunning that completely contradicted his usual brutal honesty. He pointed slowly at Fang Senyan and drawled, "That's him."

Two Uruks waved their hands, entered the cell, and dragged Fang Senyan out. Wuge watched the two Uruks with a darkening expression. Having only just awakened as an Eeves of The Twieight, she still needed training and study to develop her abilities; otherwise, she was merely physically stronger. Fang Senyan gave the jagged rock a slight shake of his head, then gave a thumbs-up, smiled, and followed the Uruks out without resistance.

The Uruks escorted Fang Senyan out of the cell. Just as Fang Senyan expected, compared to the laxity in the inner ring, the outer perimeter was heavily guarded—it seemed not even half a fly could escape. As Fang Senyan walked out of the prison with the Uruks leading him, a cold sneer touched his lips: "They are indeed taking me to that place. It seems the bait I tossed out has started to be taken."