[The Hobbit Lord of the Rings] Gamble

She has always been a gentle and indifferent elf. She remembered that her mother once told her when she was young that elves are cold-blooded creatures.Such a long life has made them almost forget what emotions are.

Also forget what, is love.

Of course, her mother's thinking is indeed too subjective, but she has witnessed her mother's depressed life alone for more than ten years, until the kingdom's destruction.

That's why she wasn't close to her father.

Even though she understood that at that time the elves themselves were in turmoil and faced enemies, it was impossible for him to abandon his people.But she still couldn't really understand him.

The meeting and falling in love with his mother was just a moment in his life.

But it is the whole of mother's life.

She thought that the elf was that kind of fickle, but she never thought that the occasional sentimentality was not for herself.

She has been acting as if she didn't know it for thousands of years, and the illusion of love she created collapsed in an instant.

The word "substitute" also hit the Elf King's weakness.

In all fairness, his purpose of marrying her was not pure.

But she is not Doris.

He had been aware of this fact from the day after the wedding night.

Apart from their slight similarities in appearance, they are vastly different in other respects, so different that it is impossible to confuse them.

How can it be called a stand-in if it is not confused?

But the Elf King didn't know how to explain it.

He has never had to explain anything about him to others, and he has never been questioned like this.

For a moment, even with such a poisonous tongue as him, he was speechless.

What, how do you say this?

Said it wasn't his?

Said he accidentally dropped it?

Said it was his but he had long forgotten?

No, this must be more and more confusing.

So he was silent again.

In the embarrassing silence, time passed, and the sneer on Antal's lips became more and more ironic.

Thranduil felt that her smile was really shocking, turned his head away, got up and got out of bed after a while.He gathered up his robe and put it on, and opened the door.

When he went out, his footsteps paused, and there was another half-hour of silence.

"you are not."

He only said this sentence, and left the tower in a hurry.

Antal lay on his back on the bed, and the item he was holding fell to the ground.

Ha ha.

She sneered.

The sound was so small that she couldn't even hear it herself.

So Thranduil, who hurried out to his underground palace, naturally couldn't hear him.

He wrote a letter and sent it hastily to Rivendell.

Elrond's family is half-elf, so they must know more about these things.

And Elrond was also drunk when he received the letter, Thranduil, go to hell, can't you let me rest for two days?

This day can't be passed! ! !

His tired look also aroused Ashley's curiosity, and he stared suspiciously at his lord, feeling ominous.

The black-haired lord glanced at his herald sympathetically, and grinned with white teeth, "Ashley, let's go, let's go to Mirkwood."

Injustice has a leader, debt has an owner, revenge for revenge, revenge for injustice.

Before leaving, he made a special trip to visit his daughter, and decided that it would be better to send her to Roselorian after a while.The male elves there are good. Under the leadership of the lord Celeborn, they are definitely standard good husbands and good fathers.

Celeborn, who was far away in Lothlorian, suddenly had an itchy nose and sneezed.

In this case, Elrond should really be praised as an angel.This time Elrond offered a gracious offer in view of Antar's refusal to go to Rivendell.

It's a pity that the situation this time is indeed quite difficult, and the black-haired lord has nothing to do.

There are not many people who are proficient in marriage, and even fewer choose to accept the fate of human beings. Those who have accepted it have died eight lifetimes earlier. I have never heard of whether they can re-election.

Can it be saved?

It should be... yes.

Facing Thranduil's question, he reluctantly answered.

He sat in the tower for a day, and finally decided to ask the help of Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien.

And when Galadriel found out what happened, she simply said: no help.

People want to be human, why are you elves stopping me! ?

The mother-in-law said so, so Elrond could only tell the truth.Although he has sympathy for the Elf King, at the same time he also feels secretly refreshed. Seeing that you have been playing tricks for so many years, you pretended to be struck by lightning.

But Thranduil sat on the throne with his head propped up when he heard the words, with restrained anger and usual arrogance in his narrow eyes, "She is the queen of the jungle, the mother of Legolas, she can only It's an elf."

Elrond pointed at the Elf King seriously, "Even if you are her husband, you have no right to choose her fate."

Thranduil was speechless for a moment, but then bent his lips, "Of course I can."

The black-haired lord found it really difficult to communicate with him, raised his hand to his forehead, and felt a headache.

Mother-in-law, why don't you come over and talk to him?

Act [-]

Fortunately, Thranduil didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

He just flicked his sleeves and walked deep underground by himself.

Before the figure disappeared into the shadows, he turned and glanced at Elrond, "Since she can choose to accept the fate of humans, I can let her return to the eternal life of elves."

Watching his back disappear, Elrond shook his head and sighed.

In the impression of his subjects, Thranduil was a strong enough leader.

He is ruthless, decisive, conceited yet brilliant.

What he wants to do is decided, and no one can change it.

So Elrond thought it was up to him.Anyway, Vera was very busy, and probably didn't have time to take care of Thranduil and his wife. He didn't believe that he could do anything against the sky.

So he went to comfort the herald who might lose his daughter.

He was so naive.

When did Thranduil let him relax?

The Elf King returned to the underground palace, and opened the stacks of dusty old books.

knowledge is power!

He really didn't believe it, there was no way to make her turn back into an elf?

Don't tell me, I really found him.

The Sindarin elves are relatively poor in terms of magical attainments.

But they love to sing!

Therefore, they gave full play to their strengths and integrated magic with their singing to make up for their lack of talent.

For tens of thousands of years, these Sindarin elves have turned magic into songs and passed them down one after another. Although most of them are useless, there are also some magic that can be called taboo.

One of them is the song of eternal life.

Few elves can understand the obscure movement nowadays. According to legend, this piece of music was composed by the Noldor who were refused to return to Mandos due to a curse. To the extreme.

He found the oldest and most skilled musician in the palace.

Hope he can play this piece for Antares.

The older musicians frowned when they saw this ancient score.

"Wang, although I can understand this movement, I can't understand its notes."

He took the sheet of music, on the yellowed page, apart from the movement, there were a few lines of words that he didn't know.

"Then... is the legend about the Song of Eternal Life true?"

The musician took the sheet of music from the Elf King again and nodded.

"My ancestors have seen its abilities, but..." Le Zhe didn't continue.

The queen was not dead, and he wondered if the music's magic would work on her.

Thranduil understood what he hadn't said.

Actually, he had no idea.

But talk is better than nothing.

He finally thought about it, and felt that there shouldn't be any major problems if he tried it... maybe.

This may be the most reckless, sloppy, and most regrettable decision the Elf King has ever made in his life.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, Iluvita, the father of all living beings, and his Ainurs created three magnificent movements.

This movement creates the world.

The ancestors of the Sindar elves were inspired by this, and they would like to combine magic and music to exert greater effect.

In the past, Iluvita created his sons and daughters with music.

The elves tried to use music to heal the wounded and heal the sick, and even... resurrected the dead.

Balance is the most basic attribute of all things, and the lost lives should return to Mandos to accept their judgment, or be resurrected, or suffer punishment.

This fluke move broke the balance.

That's what the line of comment means.

Your life will be continued, but your soul will be enslaved by darkness from now on.

With each new moon, you will be in pain until your soul dissipates.

The Elven King didn't know the meaning of that comment.

It was with this kind of luck that he wanted to give it a try.

The musicians were also unclear, so seeing that the king had made a decision, he bowed out and went back to prepare.

Seeing the musicians leave, the Elven King sat alone in the underground bedroom for a long time, then got up and went to the tower.

When he entered, Antar was sleeping soundly, he stepped lightly and did not disturb her.

The loss of vitality caused her lips to lose their former color.

He touched her cheek with his fingers, stared at her for a while, and let Paturan, who was waiting at the door, call the musicians in.

Seeing the musician holding the harp in his arms, he walked to Antar and sat down next to him. He looked back at the two of them one last time, turned and left the room.

While closing the door, music also flows from the fingertips of the musicians.

He just paced back and forth in the corridor, feeling