[The Hobbit Lord of the Rings] Gamble

Under Wang's gaze, he did not back down.

Galadriel, who rushed over after hearing the news, put her hand on Ashley's shoulder, beckoning him not to be too impulsive, and walked forward slowly.Looking at the Elf King in front of him, he said for a long time, "You can go and find Maia who was sent by Vera to Middle-earth, maybe... there will be a way."

Thranduil's pupils shrank slightly, but the change was subtle.

Yeah, and Maia.

They are servants of God, presumably, there is still a way.

Elrond shook his head again, and after a long sigh, he forcibly dragged Ashley out of the Woodland Palace following his mother-in-law.

How about love.

Watching their backs gradually disappear, the Elf King sat down on the throne with some dejection, and then called his attendants to find the Middle-earth Maias.

It's just that looking for it is a few years.

He blocked the tower on the grounds that the queen was seriously ill.

Except for Paturan and Lindir who was left behind, no one set foot in it.

Including himself.

He and her are only separated by the ground, he is underground, and she is in the tower, but he has no courage to meet her in the long time.

Yes, he dared not.

He didn't know what kind of face he should use to meet her.

Even, he would feel inexplicable panic because he saw her shadow in Legolas' smile.

It's guilt.

Well, yes, definitely guilt.

He said so to himself.

His attendants feel that the whole spirit of their own king is not quite right in recent years.

For example, it was time to go to bed at night, but he walked out of the palace. He didn't return to his bedroom until he saw the blocked gate of the tower.

For example, at the banquet in the woodland, he would often stare at the wine from Dovinion and the drunken elves in a daze.

To put it bluntly, I just feel that the whole essence is a bit in a trance.

And the elf king's trance made Patulan suffer.

Paturan has been really busy in the past few years. He has to be a father to Tauriel, a mother to Legolas, and takes care of the queen every day. He really wants to divide himself into three parts.But he was also surprised, the elf king Mingming cherished this son so much when the prince was born, why can't he even find time to see him now?

Especially as he grows older, Legolas knows to find his mother...

I really feel sorry for the little prince.

Fortunately, when Ashley left the dense forest, he left the reluctant Lindir to help, otherwise he was really not sure if he could bring up these two bear children.

And when the people in the dense forest finally found a Maia who traveled in Middle-earth, Legolas and Tauriel could already run around.

His name is Moreda, one of the first Maia who came to Middle-earth, and he made a very great contribution in the battle against Sauron in the Second Epoch.

He accepted the help of the elves, followed them to the palace deep in the jungle, and calmly listened to the narration of the elves.After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Everything is in balance. If you want her to regain her elf body, someone must endure endless pain for her."

"You, can you find such a person?"

The Elf King replied simply, "Yes."

Moreida curved her lips, her smile hidden in her beard.

"Wang, what if you need a part of the power of that person's soul as the price for her release?"

As soon as these words came out, the elf king on the throne fell silent.

The immortality of the elves, the power comes from their souls.

The power of the soul makes them immortal, allowing them to return to Mandos even if they die.

Losing part of the power of his soul will not change his longevity, but if he dies accidentally, his soul may dissipate in the world.

This price is really high.

It is equivalent to losing your chance of reincarnation, if you die, it will be wiped out.

Seeing his silence, Moreda laughed out loud, her voice a little hoarse.

He turned around and was about to leave.

But the moment he was about to step out of the palace, Thranduil called out to him.

"can."

Moreida was slightly stunned, "Do you understand the meaning of this price?"

Thranduil stepped down from his throne, his long robes trailing on the floor.

He walked up to Maia in the blue robe, looked at the wizard in front of him, and curled his lips.

"I, naturally understand."

Moreda nodded.

He took out a crystal bottle from his bosom, and it was faintly visible that there was a golden potion flowing inside.

"Then... Wang, please begin."

The Elf King nodded and gestured slowly, and the elves in the temple filed out.

When the Elf King stepped out of the palace again, his face was a little pale, and there was fine sweat on his forehead.

At the same time, he had an extra crystal bottle in his hand.

Even Paturan didn't know what kind of deal the Elf King had reached in the palace with that Maia.

That day also happened to be the night of the new moon.

Antares is in agony.

When he stepped into the tower that he had locked for several years, he felt like a dream.

She curled up on the ground, dripping with cold sweat.Lin Dier squatted beside her, with a slight white light in his palm, hoping to help her relieve the pain.

Although somewhat futile.

Thranduil walked to her side and took out the bottle of potion.

"Drink it."

Antal struggled to support his body, his arms were trembling, and he sneered, "I won't drink."

The Elf King frowned, thought for a while, then lowered his voice, "Drink it, and you won't have to suffer like this again."

Hearing this, Antar raised his head slightly.

She was panting, her long hair covered her face, and her expression could not be seen.

"Do you love me?"

He frowned, hating the question.

The Elf King handed the crystal bottle containing the potion to her, and did not answer the question, but repeated his words, "Drink it up."

She looked up, laughing harshly.

"Thranduil, you have no right to order me!"

She knocked down the crystal bottle heavily with her hands, even though the body of the bottle was so hard, there were slight cracks caused by this blow.

The Elf King narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, he picked up the potion and suddenly pinched her chin.

Forcibly pushed her jaw open, poured the bitter liquid in the bottle, before she was about to spit it out, leaned over and blocked her lips.

Tongue squeezed into her mouth, he could taste how unbearable the taste of the potion was.He chased her, forcing her to swallow it all.

This is a kiss like never before, with a tyranny like never before.

The streaks on her face faded little by little, and his limbs and bones also began to ache bit by bit with piercing pain.

Antal bit his lip hard, but still couldn't push him away.The original bitter taste on the tip of his tongue was quickly replaced by sweet blood, and he seemed to be unaware of the pain on his lips, and he still tried to plunder and absorb it.

When he loosened her grip, Antal immediately slapped him across the face.

Almost with all her strength, her sharp nails left a few unclear scars on his cheek.

"Why, why..."

Why influence her choice?

Why decide her fate?

why...

Let her be someone else's stand-in!

"I don't love you." He slowly turned his face, and the red marks of slaps clearly appeared on his cheeks.

"I don't love anyone."

Lin Dier was dumbfounded, until the Elf King straightened up, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his lips with his thumb with a slightly sinister look in his eyes, turned around and left, the sound of the door being closed heavily made him react, and hurried to sit on his knees Antares on the ground.

The corner of Antal's lips was also stained with blood, the blood of the Elven King.

She stood up staggeringly, but smiled softly.

The pupils of the original blue color have been restored, and there is a dark breath surging in the depths.

Suddenly, she curved her lips into a charming smile, and turned to Lin Dier, "I will make him regret it."

Absolutely.

There was an inexplicable shudder, and Lindyr felt a palpitation for no reason.

The Elven King almost walked down the tower with force.

When his feet touched the ground, he couldn't bear the pain that seemed to crush his bones any longer. He covered his chest and bent down in pain.

Paturan, who was guarding below, rushed to help him, only to see that his king was in a trance in the great pain.He hurriedly asked someone to call the medical officer and Maia who hadn't had time to leave.

The medical officer Elf who rushed over didn't know the cause and effect. He only felt that the power of his king's soul had been lost. Although he couldn't die, it seemed that he had suffered some serious injuries.

They were helpless.

Moreda, who came later, checked the suffering Elf King, and turned to Paturan.

"He succeeded."

That's the price he paid.

Paturan looked at his king worriedly, but seeing that Moreda had said so, he had no choice but to retreat from the rest of the idle elves, and stood by the elf king himself.

Only then did the Elf King understand what kind of pain Antal has experienced every month for the past few years.

The loss of soul power made his body weaker, his consciousness became more and more blurred, the scene in front of him began to distort, and even Paturan's figure gradually changed.

Paturan's originally clear voice gradually became a little hoarse in his ears.

"Do you love me?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you love me……"

He tried his best to look at the person in front of him, but he seemed to be looking at flowers in a fog, and he couldn't see clearly no matter what.

Long black hair, blue eyes.

who is it……

He shook his head in pain.

do not love.

He doesn't need to love this kind of thing, it just makes him weak, makes him miserable, makes him unable to calm down.

He doesn't love.

He loves no one.

Paturan is asking if his king needs