[The Hobbit Lord of the Rings] Gamble

He lowered his waist and lifted her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"You said, if your life and death are connected with me, will they kill you?"

He pulled up the elf, who could hardly resist, and took her by the throat.The elf king who had already entered the city stopped at a place not far from them, stared at them, and raised his bow.

"Kill him!" Elrond followed the Elven King into the city, raised his head and shouted at Thranduil during the battle.

Sauron firmly held Antal in front of his chest, and his smile was full of madness.

"I won't die, she will die! It's only a matter of time to reshape the body!" His tone was full of provocation, "You have to kill her, or I will never disappear!"

The elf king's bowstring was stretched to the limit, but he didn't shoot it for a long time.

Elrond was in such a bitter struggle, that even with such anxiety, he could not spare a hand to give him a push.

Sauron laughed loudly, and the good and beautiful body dissipated, and the soul actually attached to Antar's body.The elf, who suddenly lost his strength, was unstable and knelt down on the ground. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were as dark red as before.

The Elf King finally let go of his fingers, and Elrond couldn't see what kind of expression Thranduil had with his back turned to him, but the arrow was not accurate at all, it just missed Antar's arrow.

He softened.

He still couldn't bear to do it!

Elrond made a decisive decision, cut off the head of the half-orc in front of him, and began to break through.However, at this time, wave after wave of orcs were like death squads, blocking everything.He could only take off the dagger at his waist and throw it at the feet of the Elf King, and then went into battle again.

The Elf King put his hand on the dagger, and then took it, but he didn't move.And Antal had already pulled out the arrow shot at her shoulder, and the sharp arrow shone with an unusually cold light in the dim light of dawn.

Legolas sat very close to the cliff, his mother's figure was clearly reflected in his clear eyes.

He still couldn't understand the meaning of this war, let alone what happened, so he could only watch his mother's eyes turn red, approaching him bit by bit.

The Elf King still didn't move.

"Thranduil!" Elrond had no way to save Legolas at this time, and he was terrified to see this scene.In the nick of time, Paturan, who was already seriously injured, threw down the cornered elf.

The broken arrow in Antar's hand sank deeply into the back of his heart, and the precise wound made it too late for him to cry out in pain when he left.

Paturan is the longest and most loyal subordinate who has followed the Elf King.

In his eyes, the blood of the royal family is far higher than his life.Facing death without hesitation, maybe only when the god of death comes, he will think of the distant dense forest, and his children are waiting for him to go home.

This seemed to stimulate Antal, and her controlled mind began to break free. She knelt down in pain, and her sharp nails pierced her palm, bringing out dripping blood.

"It hurts..." She looked at the Elf King with uncertain expressions in her eyes.His fingers scratched the clothes on his chest, "I'm in pain..."

Elrond had hitched his bow.

If he really can't do it, then he will come.

The Elven King turned his head, and he could see Elrond's movements and the expression of the black-haired lord. He was already unshakably determined.

Ashley, who was far outside the city, had already reined in his horse and stopped moving before entering the city.

He looked from a distance, and his nails also pierced into the palm of his hand.

Really, it hurts watching loved ones die.

But so what, if she didn't die, more elves would lose their relatives.

Just as the black-haired lord slowly drew the bowstring, the elf king suddenly made a move and hugged her from behind, with the dagger in his hand resting on her chest, his hands trembling.

Then, inch by inch, it sank into the flesh and blood, making a tooth-piercing sound.

The dagger sank into her chest and penetrated her body.

His chest was cut by the tip of the knife, but what flowed on his chest was the blood oozing from her back.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore." He hugged her tightly, and the hand holding the dagger became harder and harder until the blade was completely submerged into the flesh and blood.

She was trembling, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.In this way, he lay down on the cliff with her.

He held her tightly in his arms, kissed her neck with his lips, and tasted the salty wetness of tears and the sweetness of blood on the tip of his tongue.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

Never hurt again.

Her hands were attached to the back of his, and the interlocking fingers were covered with warm liquid.

Do you feel it?

This is the temperature of life.

A faint gleam flashed, and the warm current poured into the body along the palm, Antal couldn't see that the Elven King was already in tears at this moment.

What a perfect ending.

Sauron dissipated again, and his lost soul returned to his body. The prince of the jungle and the wife of the lord of Rivendell were successfully rescued, but the price was only the life of an elf.

The pupils of the eyes began to return to their original color, but their expressions began to lose their luster.

"Love is a mortal feeling, it is my illusion..."

Her voice was erratic, like the wind in the valley.

This is what he said to her, and now it is returned verbatim.

"Make Legolas forget all this... promise me never to make him remember."

The body was burned and weathered by the sun, turning into dust bit by bit.When her eyes were closed and there was no sound coming out of her mouth, this lonely and mean elf finally sobbed.

His head was buried in the crest of her neck, like a lone wolf who lost his partner, his voice was not loud, but it pierced his heart.

The young elf was still sitting on the edge of the cliff, staring blankly at his parents with icy blue eyes, until Elrond rushed to push the already icy Paturan and hugged him, with his eyes attached to his palms.

"Don't look."

It wasn't until this moment that the elf seemed to react, struggling and wailing in Elrond's arms.

"Nana..."

He didn't understand what happened. The elves are obviously immortal. Why is the mother disappearing, and the father is so sad?

Everything must be a dream. After waking up from the dream, everything will be as I wish.

how is this possible.

How could it be a dream again.

The wind in the valley whistled like weeping, blowing away the dust in his arms and drying the tears on his cheeks.

He grabbed the cloak and got up a little numbly.

There was no expression, as if nothing had happened.

Ashley knelt in the distance, heartbroken.

He walked past Elrond calmly, looked at his son, and slowly squatted down.Such calmness made the black-haired lord hold his shoulder worriedly, "Thranduil, are you... all right?"

fine?

Do you think I'm fine?

He bent his lips and turned to his old friend, "What if something happens? I'm not alive anymore?"

This sentence made Elrond choke.

Yes, can he still die?

Thranduil looked at Legolas who was dazed but obviously terrified, and smiled slightly.

"Legolas needs a strong father."

Therefore, he has no time and no way to be sad and depressed.

He is the king, the father.

He is never living for himself.

forever.

It's all about living for others.

How many people are envious of this supreme position, and how many people know how much blood and bones this throne was built.

The height is not cold.

This sentence is really true.

Holding the elf's head with his fingers, there was a faint white light under his palm, and he pressed his forehead against Legolas'.

You make him forget.

Well, forget about it, and never think about it.

Remember yours, one is enough for me.

end of story

The Battle of Gundaba was a relatively big battle for the elves after the Battle of the Last Alliance.

Moreover, the casualties in this battle were not large. Except for the bad luck in the dense forest, the other two parties involved in the war did not suffer much loss.

So, this should be considered a great victory.

But Mo Jing was willing to mention this matter, of course, they did not dare.

The elves in the dense forest lost their queen, and their king never mentioned his wife again, and this time he issued an explicit order that no elves were allowed to discuss this matter again.

Even the high tower that was opened just now was closed again.

This is a victory without joy, a victory song full of sorrow.

After Legolas returned to the jungle, he did not wake up until several days later.

When he woke up, he not only forgot his mother in this war, but his memory was completely refreshed.

He doesn't remember his mother at all, not at all.In his mind, there was only a vague impression that his mother died in a war with the orcs.

He even forgot that he was the leader of this war.

Compared with his son's indifference, the Elf King fell into a situation he had never seen before.

He thought he could forget it too.

He kept saying to himself that what he did was right, not only freed Antal, but also saved other elves.

But why are there still nightmares every night.

But why do I still miss it like that.

Missing like crazy.

However, she didn't even leave her bones, and she didn't leave him with a single thought.

Except this horrible nightmare.

He didn't dare to go to the tower, and he couldn't go to the tower.He didn't know how deep Legolas' memory of his mother was, and he didn't know what would make him find the lost memory again.

He started to regret it.

Regret like crazy.

He began to hate, hated Sauron, hated Elrond, hated himself.

Why would he lie to him.

Why is he persecuting him.