"Hello."
Levi dismounted and immediately placed a fence by the tower base to tie up his horse.
"Lord Levi of Roadside Keep has come to visit."
"We know you. Your achievements in recent years are incomparable, resounding like thunderstorms. Every elf living here knows of them."
The elf before the tower paused. "May I ask your purpose in coming here?"
"May I go inside to visit and see that seeing-stone?"
"I'm sorry. I can't make that decision."
The elf shook his head apologetically.
"Alright."
Levi wasn't particularly surprised.
The elves' approach wasn't inappropriate. This thing truly wasn't something mortals could bear, after all. It was a holy relic that could directly show the Blessed Land.
Even if Sauron conquered this place someday, he might not dare touch this thing. A single glare from the Valar there would be enough to make him suffer.
As for Levi, he still didn't know what attitude this world's guardians and rulers held toward him.
Regarding himself, Levi had quite clear self-awareness. He certainly couldn't sink continents yet.
But the Valar living across the sea could.
Moreover, sinking continents was just one corner of their power's direct physical manifestation. Some controlled matter—earth, mountains, and minerals—was their creation. Some controlled water, making oceans, rivers, and all pure water capable of restraining dark creatures. Some controlled souls, some controlled plants, and some even directly controlled the concept of "flow of breath."
Besides these Valar whose manifestations were relatively subtle in wielding natural laws, there were others skilled in combat with pure immense strength. When unleashed, they could literally fight until mountains collapsed, continents sank, and the world itself shattered and crumbled.
This was also why this world's upper limits were now locked down. Those outrageous gods and monsters could no longer be seen. At most there were figures like Gandalf and Saruman casting minor spells, curses, and battles of will.
All excessively outrageous things and behaviors had been prohibited.
Because the being who created this world didn't want it destroyed. Even though He could create more worlds, He was good and merciful, unwilling to abandon His children. Nor willing to interfere excessively with the world's operation.
But returning to the topic—for this world's gods, direct "combat power" was only partial manifestation of strength, not representing everything.
Wisdom, creativity, imagination, inspiration... these things could also be considered power.
Even if someone's combat ability wasn't strong, but they excelled in other aforementioned aspects, they would still be described as "powerful."
Like Gandalf. Though gentle in nature and disliking conflict, his power was quite prominent among the Maiar. One of the most excellent Maiar openly recognized by the Valar.
However... if speaking purely of authority and characteristics...
You must know that Minecraft's other name was called "Be the Creator God." Though this name wasn't very pleasant-sounding, it could reflect some things from the side.
Even compared to the Valar, Levi was absolutely the most comprehensive.
Even if not strong enough, he could continue expanding, and expanding more, until sufficient. Not that he couldn't grow—everything was just right.
Walking a few more steps might mean he could no longer remain in this world.
Before the Elostirion tower, Levi smiled and stepped back two paces, not insisting.
Originally just passing by to take a look. If he could glance at Valinor through the seeing-stone to satisfy curiosity, that would be best. If not, so be it.
"Please enter."
Just as Levi walked toward his horse, a voice stopped him.
The tower's great door opened, and an elf emerged.
Levi looked over, momentarily speechless.
This elf... he didn't recognize, nor was it anyone he knew well. Perhaps the tower's administrator and guardian.
"You may go up."
He smiled and stepped aside, extending an invitation to Levi.
"Thank you."
Stunned for a moment, Levi nodded and followed him into the white tower.
All the way to the top floor. When the Elendil stone appeared before him, the elf retreated to the doorway, yielding the space to Levi.
"This is the legendary Elendil stone that can glimpse visions of the Blessed Land..."
Levi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and approached.
The seeing-stone, dark as the night sky, sparkled with starlight. The scenes on it constantly changed, crossing seas and skies all the way to an unknowable place above the firmament.
White shores—and vast green lands beyond with a rising sun.
Beautiful and harmonious scenery was reflected in Levi's pupils.
As the perspective gradually pulled back, first appearing were Avallónë's towers, also where the "master stone" among the seeing-stones was located. It was precisely because this master stone existed that the Elendil stone before him could display scenes from there.
After Númenor sank into the sea, the Blessed Land where Valar and elves lived was moved outside this world. To prevent future people from making the same mistakes.
Now only those permitted could reach there via the "Straight Road" across seas and firmament. Otherwise, they would face only vast oceans.
When the Avallónë tower appeared in view, before long Levi felt a pulling force.
This power guided his vision beyond the tower, even past the passes behind it, all the way to a vibrant golden land.
Countless tall, wondrous beings grew and dwelt upon it. Many beautiful and prosperous cities were built there, with elves living within.
Valinor—everything in this realm, from rocks to streams, was holy and flawless. Life there was free from disease, decay, or withering, able to exist forever.
Just like... just like Levi's territory.
Upon the golden land stood many magnificent, sacred great halls. Though no one told Levi, he already knew in his heart—these were the Valar's dwellings.
In a trance, Levi's vision was pulled above these halls, continuing past vibrant pastures and mountain forests, crossing rivers and lakes, through an unforgettably beautiful garden, to the world's very edge. A quiet hall near the world's walls.
Here was silent and spacious, without any living beings or moving things.
Lamentations echoed within—though sorrowful, they brought people peace and hope.
Even Levi was affected by this song, an indescribable emotion bursting in his heart.
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The seeing-stone suddenly dimmed.
When it lit again, what it showed was no longer Valinor's beauty, but various sufferings that had appeared on Middle-earth, including the dead and regrettable events.
The scene shifted again. Levi's pupils contracted slightly—it showed his own territories: Roadside Keep, Beorn's clan in the Anduin Valley, Dale, Lake-town, Roadway Town...
The people there were happy and prosperous, full of hope for life, doing everything with motivation. Just watching could make one feel genuine joy.
A pair of compassionate eyes with tear stains gazed at Levi.
At this moment, Levi also knew who was behind these eyes.
Nienna, the Mourner among the Valar, is also Gandalf's mentor.
From Nienna he learned pity and patience, and from her he learned to listen—to listen to others' sorrows and use his power to help others escape darkness and rekindle hope.
Just as he had done for Levi.
Truly, the student reflects the teacher.
Levi suddenly smiled.
The images in the seeing-stone disappeared, everything returning to normal.
The brief meeting thus ended.
No revelations, no dialogue or exchange—that being from Valinor seemed to just want to look at him, nothing more.
Time to leave.
Bidding farewell to the white tower's guardian, Levi mounted his horse and continued west toward the Grey Havens.