[The Hobbit Lord of the Rings] Gamble

skill.Although he didn't spend his whole life in the army like his father, but at least he was born and trained by him, no matter how bad he was, he couldn't be worse.

In the current state of the Elf King, even an elf with a little skill could restrain him.

In addition, the Elf King didn't intend to fight her at all, and it was almost a breeze, so she overwhelmed him to the ground.

Her knees were on his chest, and the posture of the two of them was very similar to that night in Rivendell thousands of years ago.

Antal lifted his chin, his fingertips were cold, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"I won't trust you again."

The Elven King's hair was scattered on the floor of his cheeks, and his face looked paler under the moonlight.

He held her wrist with unusual effort, using a tone she had never heard before.

Unexpectedly, with a prayer.

"Really...don't go..."

The severe pain made it very difficult for him to speak, and his words were broken in his heavy breathing.

Antal was slightly taken aback.

"Orcs are dangerous now... Rivendell is not safe..."

Not safe?

Antal turned his head away and sneered, "If even Rivendell isn't safe, then the jungle isn't much better."

The new moon hung high, and the pain became more and more severe.

But the Elf King didn't let go of her wrist at all, on the contrary, he exerted force so hard that even his knuckles were faintly white.

Can't let them get out of here.

He can only protect his own territory, but there is no way to ensure safety outside the dense forest.

How to get them out of his shelter?

The two spirits were deadlocked.

Just when Antal was about to push him away impatiently and get up to leave, there was a sudden noise in the depths of the jungle.At the moment when they were stunned, Lin Dier stumbled in and fell directly in front of the two of them.

"King, queen..." He hurriedly propped up his body, extremely flustered, "The half-orcs came across the border. They captured His Highness, and Paturan swore to protect him to the death, and was also taken away."

The two of them were still in this weird posture, and Lindir had no time to be surprised in his panic.

"Your Highness... Your Highness was also injured..."

As soon as these words came out, the two spirits opened their eyes wide at the same time.

Legolas...

Legolas!

The sharp pain in his chest spread to his head.

Thranduil covered his head impatiently, but he couldn't resist the surging dizziness.

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

Waking up from the dream alarmed the attendants outside the door.

"King?" came a questioning voice from outside.

He rubbed his forehead that was still aching, "Paturan?"

The elf who made the sound froze, walked to the door, and pushed the door slightly open, "King, I am Galian."

Galian...

He was a little dazed, and under the slightly worried eyes of the brown-haired elf, he looked around blankly.

In the empty room, there are strange yet familiar white gauze and nightdress folded beside the pillow.

He reacted instantly.

This is……

Tower next to the palace.

Seeing that his king hadn't answered, Galian pushed the door open a little more, and leaned in halfway, "King, are you alright?"

Glancing at the brown-haired elf, Thranduil waved his hand inexplicably irritatedly, "It's okay."

Galian...

Yes, it's Galian now.

Paturan died long ago, and he has been dead for four hundred years.

He fell back heavily on the bed again, unconsciously scratching the sheet under him with his fingers.

Over 400 years...

There seemed to be her scent in the air.

For more than 400 years, the past will always trap and torture him like a nightmare.

The depth of memory is the sorrow of eternal life.

He has long understood why Antal chose the fate of mankind and gave up eternity.

Because life is limited, it is doomed that pain will have an end.

not like him.

Self-inflicted, can no longer be freed.

After calming his breath, he called Galian outside the door, "Have Legolas and the others come back?"

Galian shook his head and denied, "No, neither the prince nor Tauriel have returned yet."

He frowned, raised his eyes, the moon was hanging high outside the window, and when the sun sets tomorrow, it will be the new year of the dwarves.

"Where's Ashley?" he asked again.

"Lord Ashley has gone after His Highness," Galian replied, "I must have joined them by now."

He nodded and felt a little relieved.

With Ashley around, those two brats must have been able to resist.

Sitting up, he brushed up his long hair and put on a loose robe.

"Galian." He walked out of the door and called to the butler of the dense forest, "Tomorrow morning, recruit all the troops and head to the lonely mountain."

The brown-haired elf saluted to express his understanding.

But then he couldn't help showing worry in his eyes. He has witnessed the nightmare suffering of his king for hundreds of years, and now he is in a trance, which is really not|safe.

So, Galian called his subordinates and decided to inform the lord of Rivendell.

When Elrond received the news, the sun was already high.

The corner of his mouth twitched and crumpled the parchment, and threw it to Lindir, "Just pretend you didn't see it."

Lonely Mountain, Gangbaduo, these places, he doesn't want to go there for the second time in his life.

What happened more than 400 years ago not only caused his wife to sail far away to Valinor, and Ashley abandoned him to take care of his children in the jungle, but also left him with a deep psychological shadow.

That battle in Gambardo...

The black-haired lord propped his head, and was also lost in his own thoughts.

Act No.15

It was the orc's revenge.

Thranduil, the king of the jungle, has led his subordinates to kill countless orcs in the past 1000 years. The return of the dark lord is an excellent opportunity for revenge.

They hated this elf king so much that their teeth itch.

Antal almost wanted to kill Thranduil this time. After hearing Lindir's words, he stood up abruptly, took off his quiver and longbow, and rushed out.

At this time, the forest guards had already gone to chase those orcs, but this was a long-planned action, and the action deployment was quite complete.Even though the elves tried their best, they still couldn't change the fact that the prince was taken away.

Antal chased all the way to the river at the edge of the dense forest, her quiver was empty, she was shaking with her longbow tightly.

She had never hated a person like that.

Before Legolas, she had similar worries, but perhaps because of the iron-blooded king's methods, all the worries never happened.

Now, a little slack has brought such consequences.

He slammed the bow under his feet, and the sharp rock pierced the wooden bow.

When Lindir caught up, he saw such a gloomy queen.

He has never seen Antal like this in his memory, even during the years when she was under house arrest in the tower, she never looked like this.

It's... scary.

Antal's blue eyes seemed to be stained with blood, she raised her chin slightly, and looked at Lindir and the rest of the guards who were chasing.

"Queen..." Lindir dismounted. He knew that a mother was not easy to mess with. In Rivendell back then, Lady Celebrian was also a representative of calf protection.

Antal sized him up, drew out the long sword pinned to his waist, turned over and stepped onto his white horse.

"Go back and tell the Elven King that if something happens to Legolas, I don't mind fighting him."

Riding the horse across the river, the water splashed everywhere.

Lin Dier didn't dare to delay for half a minute, and sent someone back to inform the Elf King, while chasing Antal with the rest of his attendants.

At the same time that Thranduil was furious about this, Elrond on the other side was so angry that he threw the table over.

Because he also received a letter from his subordinates not long ago, Celebrian was also attacked and taken away by orcs at the Red Horn Pass, and may have been taken to Gundaba.

One is the prince of the jungle, and the other is the wife of the lord of Rivendell.

This time the orcs can be regarded as a bumper harvest.

Their goal was only the dense forest. They really didn't expect to catch a lord's wife on the way.

Celebrian was definitely shot while lying down. She just wanted to go back to her mother's house. How could she be arrested?

Elrond must have owed Thranduil in his previous life.

When King Elrond learned about this, no matter how good-tempered he was, he was completely outraged.

You have a grudge against Thranduil, why are you arresting my wife!

He immediately wrote a letter to inform Roselorian's father-in-law and mother-in-law, and he immediately mobilized the army and rushed to Gundaba with his twins.

When the three elf armies gathered at the foot of Gundaba Mountain, their posture was quite intimidating, and they could catch up with the Wrath War of the First Age.

Haldir was ordered to lead Lorraine's elf army, and started discussions with the rulers of the two parties in a hurry.

In fact, the main point of the discussion is nothing more than when and how to rescue.

The elves are a patient group, but when faced with the distress of their loved ones, they can't be as calm as before.

Like Elrond.

He has always thought that he is calmer and more reliable than Thranduil. One of the things he is most proud of is that his family has spent thousands of years safely under his protection.

Even the Battle of the Last Alliance didn't affect the family in the slightest, and it actually capsized in this gutter! ?

The always wise and calm black-haired lord was really anxious and angry at this moment, and insisted on capturing the half-orc city in front of him as soon as possible.

The longer they fall in the hands of the enemy, the greater the danger.

Haldir saw that the black-haired lord was so resolute, and the elf king hardly said a word, so he could only nod his head to express his understanding, and walked out of the big tent to give orders.

Attack tomorrow.

Elrond had never seen such a silent Thranduil, and after his anxiety passed, he also noticed the change of the Elven King.

I haven't seen you for several years, see you now, he