end of time

"The general said Mrs. Doris specially ordered the medicine to be brought to you."

Lucinda turned her head and looked at Aimee in surprise.She was sitting in a rattan chair in front of the window, wearing a thin shawl, her slightly fluffy red hair naturally hanging down to her white neck and the folds of her clothes.She still had a peaceful expression on her pale face, but doubts shone in her blue eyes.

"That wound..." Aimee looked at her left shoulder worriedly.

"How long has it been? It's okay now." She finally came to her senses, smiled lightly, took a look at the bottle of elixir, "I have to write a letter to thank Madam."

Is it okay?Aimee shook her head, she remembered her pale face after waking up, and despite anyone's dissuasion, she insisted on picking up a pen and handing it to His Highness, no, it should be the hard work of His Majesty Thranduil writing the letter.

"No, you don't understand... Aimee." Aimee remembers her saying that tremblingly.

"He...he must be in pain...but...he can't help it, he can't reveal...he has to know, I have to let him know..."

The severe pain of the wound made her unable to speak a complete sentence, and her writing hand trembled slightly, which made her handwriting no longer smooth and beautiful, and she often rubbed off all the letters just after writing a few letters on the letter paper.

Essus said that even if one escaped by chance, he would suffer unbearable pain from being hit by the poisoned arrows of Orcs.But the extreme pain was burning in those blue eyes, but it didn't turn into tears.She just repeated those extremely simple letters on the letter paper over and over again, and that short sentence took her almost a whole day.

At that time, she looked at her sweat-soaked red hair and pale lips, and felt distressed.

"I went to visit Mrs. Beatrice. You know, Gabriel also went to the battlefield." Lucinda rubbed the medicine bottle and said unhurriedly, "But even His Majesty Olofer never came back. Madam said I am deeply impressed by the words."

"If this war continues, it will not only destroy the dead elves." She turned to look at Aimee.Aimee was slightly taken aback, she really looks more and more like...

"Do you know where the center of Yoantalin is?"

No one thought that the Siege of Ballard lasted for so many years.

No one thought that this protracted war would end in such a tragic way.

But it's over after all.

In the elf camp, the lord in white sat by a bonfire, quietly reminiscing.

Bows, swords, and spears wiped out thousands of Orcs.When the Allied forces thought that the final victory was in sight, the black leader wearing the Supreme Lord of the Rings finally went into battle in person.Everything seemed so small and fragile in front of him, even King Gilgalad.

The great king's Aegloth spear was still sharp and cold until the last moment, but Sauron easily grabbed the High King by the neck and lifted him up. The herald who was not far away turned around in surprise. Come, and watch in disbelief the king of the Noldor fell into the blazing flames, and was instantly reduced to ashes.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

The furious king of Numenor, the descendant of his brother, saw his friend being killed, and furiously raised the holy sword of Nasir and swung it at Sauron, while the black leader just waved his scepter casually, the noble king Blood splashed on the spot.

Isildur's mournful scream resounded in the scorching air. The son of the royal family desperately crawled to the side of his dead father. The cruel and ruthless black leader bent down to put this human being to death. Just when everyone closed their eyes in despair At that time, he who was prostrate on the ground suddenly turned around, the fragment of the holy sword between his fingers was shining coldly, avoiding the attack, and cut off Sauron's finger with all his strength.

The Lord of the Rings was separated from its master, the black leader who had lost the source of his strength let out a long neigh, and disappeared in an instant, and the Orcs who had lost their last hope collapsed...

The shadow above Mordor finally dissipated. In the air that still exuded the pungent sulfur smell, the elves and humans, after experiencing great grief, were silent for a moment, and then embraced tightly, shouted like crazy, and shed tears Congratulations to their hard-won victory.

Among the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, Lord Imladris burst into tears as he looked at the place where King Gilgalad and King Numenor had fallen.

The familiar breath awakened him from his memory, and Elrond raised his head, only to see a pair of eyes as deep as the sea under the firelight.

Oh, he will lead the people back to the Great Green Forest tomorrow.

"Would you like a drink?"

The dark red liquid flowed into the cup, which looked like burning blood against the campfire.

He watched the Elf King drink it up, and the eternal indifference on his expression was like ice that would never melt.

His father died in battle, and less than one-third of his soldiers remained.

He is still strong and unshakable.

The golden light, the icy blue deep sea, and the tall and tall figure in the thick fog slowly approached his Imladris, that perfect and proud elf, even if he was confused and confused for a moment, he was calm and noble. , quietly.

So fatally, it attracted all his attention.

Elrond raised his head and swallowed the liquid in the cup in one gulp, but he didn't realize that a drop fell on his white skirt, instantly smearing it into a light red.

The strong alcohol was burning in his stomach, and he coughed uncontrollably.

The blond king tilted his head to look at him and smiled coolly.

"How's your dagger?" He raised his head slowly, and asked cryptically the words that had been circling in his heart for six years.

Thranduil knew he wouldn't ask that question for nothing.

"how?"

"I thought about it later, the tip of the knife can be forged a little bit sharper, and it will be easier to use." Elrond looked into his ice-blue eyes calmly, with a flawless expression.

Thranduil unfastened the dagger from his waist and handed it to him.He carefully looked at it by the light of the fire. The scabbard was made of precious Yuanta wood, and the handle was the same. There were no complicated patterns, but it was polished so meticulously that people couldn't think of Thranduil at all. There will also be such patience to do such a thing.

It really, really fits, well, a female elf with long, muscular fingers.

The sudden dull pain in his lungs, like being sharpened by a rusty knife, almost made it difficult for him to breathe. The usually elegant and calm half-elf suddenly covered his eyes with his hands, and let out a "puchi" laugh.

"Haha... You bastard... I said why did you suddenly think of collecting worthless daggers, cough, cough... So... it was used to please lovers... This handle, ha! This handle..."

The blond king's face darkened, and he snatched it back.

"Have you laughed enough?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, haha..." Elrond looked at his awkward expression, and tears welled up in his dark eyes, "Hey, when will you be like...King Gilgalad... Became a lover... when did you..."

His voice became lower and lower until it was almost inaudible at last.

Gil-galad, the king who was reduced to ashes in the flames, Thranduil thought suddenly, had followed Elrond almost all the time until he set himself up as lord of Imladris.

He lost his parents even earlier than him, and the High King of the Noldor was actually an ada-like existence to him.

The king quietly looked at the despair that could not be concealed in the tearful eyes of the black-haired elf, sighed, and silently swallowed a sip of the wine, unable to taste the fragrance at all, and the tone of his mouth was chilling.

"But so what? Iluvita did not give us the gift of death, pain, love and hate, if we can't forget it, it will be with us for the rest of our lives. Elon, it is almost eternity... Elon, you How to say no? We all have to make damn choices."

He drank the remaining wine in the glass and threw the glass into the bonfire.The eyes closed for a moment, and when the long eyelashes opened again, all the intense and deep sorrow had been buried under the ice blue.

"I'm leaving. I may not have the chance to travel to Rivendell next time." The king patted his best friend on the shoulder and smiled wryly for a while, "But if you want to drink, you can come to Amonlan, and you won't be charged for your accommodation. "

The lord forced a smile: "The implication is that tolls are still required, right?"

Thranduy laughed, got up and left.

"That's why others say you are a wise man!"

wise man...

Elrond looked back and watched the tall and slender figure gradually go away under the starry sky. He was always so proud and so strong, like a peerless sword, which would not be worn out by any blow.

He is king...

You said that strong love and hate will accompany us for a lifetime...the life of an elf...that is almost eternity...

But, dear Thranduil, what if there were an elf who, from the moment he first saw you, would love you with all his life?

You said, how should he choose?

Can he, forget?

Dressed in white clothes, she turned around quietly, and the fleeting heartache settled into the eternal starlight in her eyes.