[The Hobbit Lord of the Rings] Gamble

When he got up, he wanted to get out of bed, but his hands were propped on the edge of the bed, but he was hit by a hard object.

She took out the hard object from under the thin quilt, and found that it was a small silver pendant box. The workmanship was very exquisite, and it seemed to be some old elf craftsmanship.

But before she could open it to see what was inside, she heard a baby crying outside.

Her mother's intuition allowed her to recognize that it was Legolas' cry, and she hurriedly stuffed the pendant into her bosom, and hurried out the door.

"This is..." As soon as Antal went out, he saw Paturan holding an elf baby with stiff hands and feet, and his son was crying in the maid's arms, his face flushed.

She hurriedly took her son, turned her head and looked at Paturan again, looking at the baby in his arms with a puzzled expression.

Paturan bowed to her, "Her mother died at the hands of the orcs, and her father died in battle under the flames of the dragon."

Antar raised his eyebrows, "Then what are you going to do?"

Paturan looked at the smiling baby in his arms who lost his eyes, and smiled shyly after thinking about it, "I can adopt her."

This baby girl looked a bit like him, with red hair and blue eyes, if he hadn't confirmed that she was definitely a clean-spirited elf, he would have thought that this was his biological daughter.

Seeing this, Antal also smiled slightly, "Then, did you name it?"

At the mention of this, Paturan frowned.He looked at the queen and shook his head, "I don't know what to name her."

Antal thought for a while, and said, "Since his parents died for the honor of the Mirkwood, she is the daughter of the Mirkwood, how about her name Tauriel?"

Paturan quickly lowered his head and saluted the queen, "It's a very good name."

Antar waved his hand, and noticed the black-haired elf who had been standing beside Paturan.

Seeing the queen's gaze fell on him, the black-haired elf grinned and showed his white teeth, "Queen, my name is Lindir, Lord Ashley ordered me to accompany the army to take care of the wounded of the Woodland Kingdom's army... I came to visit you by the way. "

Hearing that it was sent by her father, she responded with a smile.

Seeing that the crying of the prince she held in her arms had gradually subsided, Lin Dier also looked up curiously.The baby had ice blue eyes and blond hair, so he blurted out without thinking, "Why doesn't it look like the Queen at all?"

If Paturan hadn't hugged Taurier, he would have slapped him on the head.

Is there anyone who talks like that!

Hearing this, the corners of Antal's mouth twitched.

Lin Dier also immediately realized that his words were wrong, looked at the child in Paturan's arms, and hurriedly added, "Look, this child is like the queen."

They all have green eyes.

Paturan angrily kicked him.

You are the tease sent by Vera to Rivendell, you!

In fact, this can't be blamed on Lindier. In fact, even Antar thought it would inherit his black hair before Legolas was born.

Her own father, that is, Ashley's mother, has half of the Vatican blood, but the characteristics of this blood have not been expressed in him and herself, so she thought that she did not have the blond gene, but she never thought that she His son actually has this brilliant blond hair.

Ashley, who later received the letter from Lindir, also expressed his pride, but at the same time, he was a little angry.

This advantage is all taken up by your green forest.

Act [-]

Being disturbed by their two spirits, Antar also forgot about the locket. It was not until she went back to her room at night and when she was changing clothes that she was stung again, did she remember this, and took it out casually. Turn it on.

Inside this locket is a very detailed portrait.

Black hair, blue eyes, fair skin, a beautiful female elf.

At first glance it looks very similar to her.

But she clearly realized that this was not her.

Her lips are not so thin, her nose is not so straight, her eyes are not so playful.

This is not her.

If one could find a word to describe her feeling at this time, falling into an ice cave would probably be the most appropriate.

It's not that she has never noticed it, it's not that she hasn't doubted it, but she is too confident in the loyalty of the elves, and she is also too confident in herself.

If you don't see blood, you don't know how to be afraid, if you don't see a coffin, you don't cry.

The millennium of respecting each other as guests, the millennium of companionship, in the end, it is still no match for a person who does not know whether he still exists.

She remembered the figure of him rushing over when she was kneeling in the temple.At that time, she really thought that she still had weight in his heart.

She thought he cared about her.

Her fingers rubbed the clothes on her abdomen vigorously. The feeling of waking up from a dream made her feel as if she had passed away.

If it wasn't an heir, he might just let himself mess around.

Perhaps, even Legolas was not as concerned by him as he imagined.

She didn't even know why she was so calm, she closed the necklace and put it away.After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

So when the Elf King came back, he didn't notice anything was wrong.

Antar sat by the bed, flipping through a book in his hand, everything was as usual.Seeing him coming in, he only raised his head slightly, and then lowered it again.

The Elf King frowned slightly and slowly took off his coat.

The friction of the coat made him feel a little painful.

The wounds on the body still need to be changed, and blood still oozes from some serious places.

Antal was still looking down at her book.

If he was injured in the past, Antal would change his dressing for him.

Thranduil didn't like being touched by outsiders, and his wife was relatively proficient in medical skills, so she got used to it over time.

But this time, after he took off his coat, Antal didn't come forward to take care of his wound as usual.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange in the atmosphere.

So, the two spirits fell into this strange silence, one spirit stood, the other spirit sat, but neither spoke.After a long time, Antal sighed slightly, put down the book and walked to him.

Still removing the bandage gently and skillfully, the hideous wound that was covered was gradually revealed in front of her eyes.

It's a lie to say I don't feel bad.

"Why did you have to kill that dragon?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes on the wound.

Thranduil had been concentrating on looking at his wife who was bandaging him, and she was stunned for a moment by her sudden question.

In fact, regarding the matter of slaying the dragon, he was indeed impulsive.

But more, it is also a decision made under the balance of weight and weight.

After all, as a ruler, he would not easily joke about the lives of his subjects.

As we all know, since the defeat of Sauron in the second era, Middle-earth has been silent for a long time, and creatures like giant dragons have almost become legends in people's mouths.

However, from the shadow shrouding thousands of years ago and the relocation of the territory, he had a vague premonition that there might not be too many peaceful days.

The world of the giant dragon, the city and village being attacked.

The lords of other territories only need to expel it from the country, but this dragon comes from Dol Guldur, and its nest is next door to its own house.

If you don't kill it, it's really a time bomb.

As an Elven King, he needs to keep his subjects safe.

As a man, he needs to ensure the safety of his wife's children.

There was nothing he could do when Doris died in front of him.

He will not let history repeat itself.

Absolutely not.

Thinking about it this time, it took a long time.

Seeing his blank eyes, Antar's heart suddenly became half cold.After a pause, he asked again, "Why do you hate half-orcs so much?"

Thranduil came back to his senses, and looked at Antal strangely.

Something is wrong with my wife today.

The Elf King remained silent.

Antal was completely speechless.

Was he unwilling to speak out until this time?

"Dirty and disgusting race," the Elf King noticed Antal's depression, and thought for a while and said, "Through centuries of conflict, the hatred between elves and orcs is irreconcilable."

Antal didn't speak, and turned his back to him until he went to bed.

In Thranduil's eyes, Antal just lost his temper.

After all, he didn't even accompany Legolas when he was born, so she should be angry.

He is actually quite guilty.

At night, he hugged his wife who turned her back to him.When he buried his head on Antar's neck, he suddenly noticed the weakening of the elf breath on her body, and suddenly raised his body from her, "What did you do?"

Seeing the Elf King frowning, Antal replied with anger in his words, "I chose my destiny."

"Your fate!?"

Thranduil really hasn't been that angry for a long time.

He didn't even know what he was angry about.

He held Antar's wrist, tried to calm himself down, and held back his anger and said, "Tomorrow, follow me to Rivendell."

Antal curled his lips, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

She took out the locket that he accidentally dropped from under the pillow, and held it in front of him.

"Thranduil, I have been with you for thousands of years, so I have always been just someone else's substitute?"

The Elven King recognized the locket at a glance.

This was tied to his armor by Doris back then, and he never took it off.Over time, he got used to it and let this pendant hang by his side like a day for thousands of years.

In fact, it can also be understood that he forgot.

It must have fallen when he was injured and passed out.

He touched his waist subconsciously, but he never thought about this unintentional move. At this time, Antar's eyes were even more dazzling.

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