[The Hobbit Lord of the Rings] Gamble

After a long time, Lord Jinhua curled his lips and turned to look at him.

The Elf King was silent and did not speak.

"A choice." Glorfindel answered the question himself.He spread out his palms, letting the sun shine into them, and the warm sunlight illuminated the crevices of his fingers, "The destiny of your life follows your choices one after another. In the judgment of the Lord God, I will give you a new one." s Choice."

"Whether it is a human or an elf, the Lord God will judge them in this life."

"Right or wrong, life or death, only this chance."

Do you choose?

Lord Jinhua continued, "Choosing often means giving up. You have to weigh the pros and cons."

"That's the only advice I can give you."

The Supreme Lord of the Rings was destroyed, and the age of the emperor came.

If the elves still choose to stay in Middle Earth, their souls will gradually consume the energy of their bodies until they die.

Yes, elves die too.

After Arwen's wedding, the elves of Middle-earth began to build ships to sail westward.

The sea is calling them, and if they want to live forever, they must return to the Western Land.

Before Elrond left, he went to the jungle.

He expected that Thranduil did not intend to leave the dense forest, so he readily agreed to him and took away some elves in the dense forest who were willing to leave Middle Earth.

Aragorn died a hundred years later.

After the death of her husband, Arwen returned to Roselorien alone, and finally failed to see the spring of the following year.

Legolas also left at this time.

When crossing to the west, he let down his braided hair and put on a long robe with wide sleeves that he seldom wears.When Tao Ruier went to see him off at Gray Harbor, he looked at the back and saw his king in a daze.

"Please take care of my father...and myself."

These were the last words he left for Tauriel.

Tauriel stood at the ferry, watching the ship disappear over the horizon.

Time flies, vicissitudes of life.

After an unknown period of time, Thranduil only knew that in the end, only the subjects of Mirkwood remained among the elves of Middle-earth.They either love this growing land deeply, or they are already tired of the long life.

And these few elves have become legends in people's paintings or poems.

He also clearly noticed that his body was gradually weakening.

Time is running out.

After realizing this, Thranduil called for Tauriel.

This red-haired elf, polished by time, is no longer as sharp as before.

Time is really scary.

"After I leave, please return to Valinor with the remaining elves who are willing to go back." He stood in front of her, his back still straight and his face still handsome.

Tao Ruier looked at his king for a while, then bowed his head slightly to salute.

"Okay, King."

He walked up the white tower alone.

His best and most painful memories were sealed there.

Newly married, lingering, reborn, imprisoned, buried.

Obviously everything is the same as before, but everything has changed again.

It was the first time he was so tired, and also felt a sense of relief for the first time.

On the bed, there was still Antal's folded nightgown, and the long knife from Rivendell was still hanging on the head of the bed.

Holding the silver box containing the Antal necklace, he slowly lay down on the bed.

That night, Tauriel watched the tower's lights go out and never come back on again.

Following the wish of the Elf King, she completely sealed up the palace in the jungle, and took all the elves away from this land where they had lived for thousands of years.

They embarked on the last westbound ship anchored in Gray Harbor.

Go west all the way, never look back.

The passing of the last elf king completely ended the age of elves.

Since then, there have been no elves in Middle-earth.

Finale: Judgment

Thranduil woke up in a twilight.

The warm wind blows the thin window screens, carrying the breath of spring flowers.

He felt groggy and had some headaches.Just when he propped himself up and sat on the bed in a daze, a pretty girl rushed in and jumped in front of him, "Look quickly, am I pretty?"

Thranduil opened his eyes wide for a moment, looked at the girl, and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his memory.

This is where?

Why am I here?

Why...is it her?

Isn't she dead?

The black-haired girl didn't react when she saw him, but remained in a daze, pouted with some dissatisfaction.She helped the complicated headdress on her forehead and shook his arm, "Look, look,

Doris?

He called out tentatively.

The girl's eyes turned into crescent moons, and she smiled, "Get up, I've been dressing up for the wedding all morning."

wedding……

wedding?

With a look of doubt on his face, she was dragged off the bed, and his feet touched the solid ground, but he still didn't realize what happened.

whose wedding?

Seeing his demented look, Doris snorted, stamped her feet and ran out, and a clear voice came in from outside the house, "Paturan, come and help me, I don't know what's wrong with him."

Paturan...

He was even more at a loss.

Wei Wei stretched out her hands to adjust the clothes on her body, lowered her head, and found that she was wearing an unusually solemn formal dress.On the table was his crown made of mithril and precious stones, and a terrible thought came to him.

It can't be your wedding, can it?

Paturan entered the room and saw his king standing in the middle of the room, he quickly picked up the crown on the table, "Hurry up, king, since you will live in this tower anyway, don't waste any more time." .”

His movements were rather rough, as if he was in a hurry, and the sharp corner of the crown touched his ear, causing him to hum slightly.

Just as Paturan hurriedly smoothed the folds on the Elf King's robe, he suddenly grabbed the arm of his herald, "What date is it now?"

Paturan was taken aback by this question, and looked at his king strangely, "My lord, today is Midsummer's Day, your wedding."

His mind suddenly boomed, and he felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.The only thing that was certain was that he definitely shouldn't be getting married now.

Paturan ignored the Elf King's distraught appearance, and dragged him out of the tower.

He only thinks that his own king is too excited because of the wedding.

In the clearing in the dense forest, the seats had already been set up, and the elves from all sides surrounded Doris, laughing and laughing constantly.

When Doris saw him coming, she also raised her eyebrows and smiled as usual.

Pretty and sly.

No, something seems wrong.

This smile is not quite right.

Why, in his impression, his partner was quiet and gentle, even his smile was shallow and soft.

Seeing his king's confused expression with doubts, Paturan also raised his eyebrows, "King, why don't you go over?"

No, this feels really wrong.

What had he forgotten, what had he forgotten?

He saw the elves of the Forest Valley slowly walk into the banquet venue led by Elrond and Celebrian, and Alwen and Ashley followed behind them. Under the dim light, their figures were somewhat unreal.

In the sky, flowers are flying all over the sky.

Doris smiled at him in a white dress with a crown symbolizing the Queen of the Jungle on her forehead.

Thranduil was pushed by Paturan, and held her hand in a daze. The strange feeling in his heart became more and more intense, and the scene in front of him felt more and more familiar.

wrong.

wrong!

This is not his wedding.

This is……

The sudden headache made him bend down impatiently, and the instantly released memories rushed into his mind like a flood.

This scene is clearly Alvin's wedding in Baicheng.

His wedding was held at night, with wine and bonfire, with merry singing and dancing.

He has a queen.

Her name is Antar, a half-elf from Rivendell.

She was shy and quiet, and her face was illuminated by the fire like a cloud in the evening glow.Before she could put on the queen's crown, she fell drunk under the wine.

Not her.

Not Doris.

Not her.

The image in front of him began to distort, and the figure of the elf began to blur.

Are these all illusions?

He covered his head and finally knelt on the ground.

The beautiful scenery around him instantly dissipated, and he fell down on the cold marble floor, the hard touch brought back his sanity.

The palace of Mandos is solemn and solemn, and on the height is the floating god of fate, Naimo.

"Thranduil, you should understand what you have done to Antal." The Lord God said, "No one knows where human beings will end up after death except Iluvatar."

Thranduil slowly got up from the ground, raised his head and looked at the God of Destiny.

"I have seen her, she is in pain and sorrow, she would rather return to the land where she grew up alone than watch other people's happiness in Valinor."

no no.

The Elf King shook his head in panic.

How can she continue to be lonely, he can't let her continue to be sad.

"Your subordinates brought the remaining clansmen to the west. If you choose to be resurrected, you will still be their king." The Lord God continued, "If you refuse, your soul will return to Middle-earth and wander forever .”

"She lingered on because of you, and died in pain because of you. Even if you can find her wandering soul in Middle Earth, can you be sure that she doesn't hate you?"

long silence.

Thranduil's original sad expression changed slowly at this moment.

When he raised his head, there was an amazing smile on his handsome face.

"At least, I will atone for my mistakes." He bowed his head,