end of time

Elrond's long knife pierced the chest of an orc and lashed.Let the blood splatter three feet high.He breathed a sigh of relief, and after a moment of leisure, he couldn't help looking at the tall figure in silver armor in front of him.

He is always such a dazzling existence.His conspicuous blond hair made him a target of many Orc sieges.The brutes love to mob a lone elf or human in large groups.However, in front of him, they obviously did not get cheap.

His archery skills are high enough to make people speechless.But that's not what he's strongest at.The enemy couldn't get close to him at all, the long sword seemed to be a part of his arm, and under the shadow of the sword was Oakes' fallen heavy body and his heavy and mournful howling.

There was a shrill cry from above, and he subconsciously defended with his sword. The flying dragon glides and circles in the low air, almost passing over his head.

Wearing a black cloak, the Lord of the Ringwraiths looked around the battlefield expressionlessly, looking through the brim of his hat, he could only see into a bottomless darkness.He followed the elves' battle lines back and forth in the air to supervise the battle.Where they passed by, the thick darkness caused many elf warriors to unstoppably slow down their attacks. On such a battlefield, it was almost tantamount to death.

However, this is not what Elrond is most afraid of at this time, the inexplicable uneasiness that suddenly surged into his heart captured him, making him look further ahead in bewilderment.I saw wide cracks appearing on the ground behind the Oaks who could not see the end at a glance, and more, their mortal enemies rushed to the ground.

That is……

It has been fighting for so long, why are there so many?

Even at this moment, most of the elves and humans were fighting alone, but they still fought hard to kill enemies that were several times their own.No man, elf, or orc was captured, either killed or fought.However, the unstoppable darkness still came without warning.

The number of the magic army is several times that of the allied army. They are unconscious, unconscious, and only know about killing.Under such a war of attrition, countless elves and humans died heroically, spilling the last drop of blood in their bodies on the Dagola Plain.Before their corpses could be properly removed, the low sobs of the undead gradually came from the sky.

None of this diverted the attention of Elrond, a half-elf with noble blood flowing in his body, wielding a long knife tirelessly and ruthlessly harvesting the lives of Orcs.

Until the voice that he was no longer familiar with that shook his heart from the front.It belonged to his old friend, the legendary blond Highness of Central Continent.And he had never heard such a terrified and heart-wrenching roar from him before.

"Ada!!!"

It was only their first winter since they left.

She felt a little cold, and stared blankly at Yi Turner on the middle finger of her left hand, what should I do, she seemed to have begun to miss him.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the thin snow from the top of the tree rustled down, covering her head and body.

There were two laughs behind him.

"Lucy? Why are you standing here stupidly? Isn't it cold?" Doris's voice was still as cold as snow, and she put a bag on Lucinda's body.She has been here for a season, and her relationship with Lucinda has grown quite deep.

Lucinda turned around: "Ma'am, ada?"

"It's cold outside, and the forest has fallen into a deep sleep. What's the matter with you? Let's go inside." Ellen looked at her daughter's brows with a little confusion, and was a little puzzled.

"Ada, we will win, right?" She held Doris's hand, and looked at her with some worry in her green eyes, "Ma'am?"

"Yes, I assure you, we will definitely win." Mrs. Doris stroked her red hair blown loose by the wind affectionately, "When did you see that the power of darkness is stronger than light?"

"That's right. Lucinda, don't worry." Ellen also comforted in a low voice.

The ominous shadow in Lucinda's heart did not dissipate much because of this, she forced a smile at the two elders.

At this moment, the sound of fine and light footsteps came to this side.

There are elves running, and very fast.

The three elves in the forest looked up at the same time.

An elf warrior in a green-brown hunting suit rushed over and knelt down on one knee in front of them, breathing heavily and unevenly.

"My lord! Miss! There is news from the battlefield."

The elf's eyes were red, but his face was pale.

"Your Majesty, he..."

Ellen's heart skipped a beat, and regardless of the instant changes in the faces of the two women behind him, he took a step forward and held the elf's arm tightly.

"You said... what about His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty, he...he..." The elf's broken voice was obviously crying with pain, "His Majesty, his soul has gone to the Temple of Mandos...His Royal Highness Thranduil has urgently succeeded to the throne!"

The bone-chilling wind ran over the snow-covered fir trees, and a large cloud of snow fell in a puff, smashing into countless pieces.

"Vala!"

Allen's voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Your Majesty Olofer—" The noble lady who was still comforting Lucinda just now covered her lips, and immediately let out an uncontrollable sob.

Is that gentle and hearty His Majesty really gone like this?

Resisting the heart-piercing pain in her chest, she closed her eyes tightly and endured desperately, but a drop of crystal tears still moistened her eyelashes and slid down her smooth face.

It's really cold this winter.

War, killing, blood, life, weeping souls.

Everything is so real, so cold.

There is no real victory and defeat.Even if you are the one who survived, when you are asleep, they will quietly immerse in your dreams, in the form of air currents, in the form of water droplets...shh...you don't know who they are, you can't hear them sounds, you can't see their movements...

In this night there are only scarlet, scarlet nightmares, scarlet curses of hunger...

You are in the mist, crying desperately, but it is useless... because somewhere, you know, you always know... a voice whispers in your ear...

No one is the last winner... When you are bathed in the sun, under the stars, under the moon, you forget us...

But what about in the dead of night?in your dream?Can you remember our temperature... hear our cry...

His soul has gone to Mandos... His Highness... His Highness Thranduil has urgently succeeded to the throne!

The ghostly voice echoed in the gray sky over and over again, distorted and sharp, piercing through her eardrums over and over again, she fell on the spot helplessly, desperately covering her ears, and screamed incoherently .

None of you can hide...you can't hide...not even Thranduil...

Nor Thranduil!

"Thrandui!"

Lucinda opened her eyes suddenly, sat up straight, her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Twist Eterna on the left middle finger, trying to calm himself down.

"Thuranduil... Thranduil..." She panted, calming down her emotions little by little.

Thranduil... what will he be like?

She thought about his sunny blond hair, eyes like the deep sea, such a proud and stubborn elf, did he watch his only relative fall in front of his eyes, and never open those soft eyes again?Can he weep loudly, weeping all his sorrows out of his chest?Just like what she did when she witnessed her brother's tragic death hundreds of years ago?

can hecan heWill he break down?She curled up on the bed a little bit, feeling so distressed that she felt like she was going to grab it, she tried her best to clenched the corner of the quilt to restrain the trembling all over her body.

Outside the window, there is still a raging snowstorm.

Her worries are completely unnecessary.

The chaotic battle that day finally ended with the Allies driving Oakes into the Black City Gate and Balladry. Although the Allies suffered heavy casualties, they still won the ruling power after all.On the battlefield, Thranduil took over his father's position without saying a word, reorganized the green forest army that was in chaos due to the death of the king in the shortest time, and did many things that elves and humans could not do by themselves .

Everything about him is fine except for one thing.

He took back the body of King Orofer like crazy, for which he killed 130 eight Orcs in a row.

Elrond watched him come back holding the corpse of King Orofer drenched in blood, and knew that none of the blood was his own, and all of it was the Orcs who killed his sword and besieged His Majesty Orofer. Blood.

And that His Majesty... He looked at that smooth and handsome face with pain beyond recognition, covered in scarlet, and some even spread to his moonlight silver hair.

Thranduy carried his father's corpse into his tent with a blank expression.All elves and human warriors bowed their heads in awe wherever they passed.Including Gil-galad and King Numenor, no one dared to speak out, and there was a solemn silence in the camp.

Even the stars are cold.

"His Majesty……"

Gradually, there was an uncontrollable low cry of pain, and the forest elves returning from the battlefield knelt outside his tent, and the bows and arrows in their hands fell to the ground.Many of them have lost their brothers, friends and family today, but none of this is as painful as seeing the death of His Majesty the King.

"It was our failure to protect His Majesty..."

Alves' voice was hoarse and cold, his whole body was as hard as a rock, and his brown ponytail was scattered, covering the dirt and blood on his face.

The silver and white scimitars that fell to the ground had turned into blood knives, some belonged to Orcs, and some belonged to himself.

The desperate cries of the forest elves infected many.Those who obeyed the king's orders rushed here from their hometowns that were too far away to fight with their lives, simply because the king convinced them that darkness could never defeat light.

They did win this life-and-death battle, but they lost His Majesty the King whom they believed in.Those Numenor warriors, the elves who went to battle from their homeland, finally shed silent tears.

They hugged and supported each other in the night, cursing the black leader and his minions, hoping to return home as soon as possible.

Even Gil-galad and Elendil's eyes were red in the end.

In a sad atmosphere, Elrond frowned, looking worriedly at the closed tent, but there was no movement coming out of it.

He finally passed the forest elves and lifted the curtain and went in, out of Gilgalad's order and his own thoughts.

The furnishings in the tent are simple, a lamp on the table is like a bean, and the blond hair hanging on the side of the elf's face is indistinct like a ghost.

It's so quiet here that you can't even hear your breathing.

The king lay peacefully on the felt blanket with a serene face.The blood on the face has been cleaned up.Only a dozen wounds on that cold face could be seen.

His blond-haired Highness knelt in front of the corpse, not looking at him who came in with the curtain lifted, nor at the king on the ground.

His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were calm, looking at a certain place in the void, as if he couldn't hear any sound from the outside world.

"Thrandui." Elrond sighed, and knelt down opposite him, "Please mourn... King Orofer's body, what to do with it..."

And his voice was so calm, so rational, so calm that the black-haired lord almost felt cruel.

"Burn it."

Elrond looked up at him slowly, in disbelief.

"You go and tell Gilgalad that you don't have to worry about my big green forest retreating because of this." He looked down at the king's closed eyes, pale lips, and thick eyelashes trembling almost undetectably.He lowered his head and kissed his father's already cold forehead, then straightened his body, and glanced at the black-haired lord who was frozen all over, "However, if he equips my people with more armor and weapons, I would like to thank him."

The elves opened the tent, and the forest elves who were still kneeling on the ground looked up in a daze and saw their highness.

He was dressed in blood-stained silver armor, and looked at his people under the starry sky indifferently, with ice-blue eyes under a simple forehead and a calm sea that seemed to have no ripples.

"Wipe your tears, what do you look like?"

"Your Highness..." The elves still knelt on the ground, stopped their sobs, and looked at the blond prince blankly.

"Forest elves, I know, you are very unhappy today." The prince's voice was as deep and subtle as ever, without any hoarseness of crying, as if he was giving an unimportant instruction quietly.

"You have lost your companions, you have lost your king. And this war is far from over. I understand your fear, and I understand your sorrow."

Alves looked blankly at his hanging left hand, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

In the palm of the hand, when viewed from the side, dried blood was coagulated between the fingers of the palm, and there were some small unhealed wounds that slowly flowed a small amount of blood, as if they had just been cut open!

He's in the tent...

Is this how he tortured himself to stay calm?Alves almost screamed, looking at his calm and pale face, his throat tightened.

"Because I have lost not only my people, my king, but also my ada, my only relative... the people of the green forest who did not set foot on this land in the name of "warrior", now you are going home .I won't stop you."

"Because I understand, and because I'm equally afraid."

The elves stared at their Highness in a daze, but those eyes only looked at the Gogros Plain in the distance.

He showed them so calmly, so frankly.

"Yes, I'm afraid."

As light as white mist instantly melted into the morning sun, the murmur dissipated in the chaotic air. Looking at the doomsday volcano that could already see the faint shadow of the heat wave, the icy blue eyes set off violent and stormy waves.

The blood-stained hand drew out the long sword, plunged it into the hard ground, and sank several feet. The sharp and piercing sound made by the sharp instrument sinking into the stone not only made the forest elves tremble, but also made El in the tent tremble. Lund was startled.

"But so what!"

"The shadow of the devil slaughters my people, kills my blood relatives, and I will face him with my sword, until I die!"