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Thranduil and Bud agreed to launch an attack on Elber at the dawn of the next day. In fact, Eranloth has not completely given up. He is going to meet Thorin again by himself: as long as it is not the last moment, he I am willing to make countless attempts for friendship.

But the witty Elf King kept him by his side.

"Ah, Mythrandil! I'm so glad to see you!" Eranros first stepped forward to hug the gray-robed wizard, and whispered in Gandalf's ear, "Let me meet Thorin when I get a chance."

The wizard nodded cryptically, and nodded to the Elven King and the Dragon Slayer, and then went straight to the point: "You have to put aside your quarrel with the dwarves, King Thranduil, war is imminent! The beasts in the ancient capital of Dor have gathered Pressure!"

"...What are you talking about?" Bud subconsciously looked at Elan Rose, hoping that his question could be answered.

"It seems that you don't know anything about wizards." The Elven King got up and poured a glass of wine for himself and the dragon slayer, "They are like the wind and thunderstorm blowing in the cold winter, beating gongs and drums in the distance, waving flags and shouting."

Thranduil slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the gray-robed wizard, and directly handed his wine glass to Eranlos's mouth: "I'm only allowed to take a sip today."

Eranroth cast a helpless look at Gandalf—King Thranduil was willing to feed him wine himself in order to keep him from talking—then he lowered his head and took a sip from Thranduil's cup: "Ice cold Wine stored in Changhu Town?"

Thranduil raised his eyebrows a little wider: "You stole the wine from my wine cellar again?"

He bit down on the word "again".

The silver-haired elf was sure that he saw Bud's grinning expression.

The Elf King didn't continue to talk about this matter, he continued the previous topic, accompanied by a meaningful smile to the wizard: "However, human beings, you know, in many cases, the huge roar does not really bring What are you coming?"

The wizard looked back at him firmly: "At least not this time! A large number of orc legions are marching here, and the enemy is coming out in full force this time—"

"—Why now?" Thranduil sat back in his seat, and raised his glass to Bud as a gesture.

"Because of us." Gandalf glanced at Eranroth who remained silent, "When Thorin's expedition embarked on the journey to recover Elbor, they had to take action. The dwarves should not have reached Elbor, the Destroyer Azog was ordered to hunt them down." He motioned for several people to follow him out with his eyes.

Eranros was the first to follow up: "Ordered? Do you mean that there are forces behind the half-orcs we met along the way?"

"Yes, his master wants the Lonely Mountain. Not only for the treasures of Elbury, but also for the strategic position of the Lonely Mountain. It is the hub for retaking Angmar in the north." The wizard looked at the place where River Valley Town connected to the Lonely Mountain. "Once the dark forces come back—King Thranduil, you know—Rivendell, Lorien, Shire, and even Gondor will all perish. So we must unite!"

"Then, Mithrandil, where are the orc army you mentioned?" The Elf King put his fingers in front of him politely and indifferently.

Apparently he didn't think it was very credible.

Gandalf looked at the silver-haired elf who was very important to the Elf King: "Elan?"

"...From my point of view, I will not underestimate anything that may threaten Rivendell and the jungle." Eranlos thought for a while, "I can go to the ancient capital of Dor immediately. As long as Serendi Your Majesty, you promise not to attack Elber until I come back."

"You are not allowed to go anywhere except by my side. As for Elber," the Elven King raised his voice and asked the guards standing outside the tent, "Are all the archers in place?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The red-haired Silvan Elf could hear his displeasure from his voice, so he glanced into the tent, "Are you angry with Elan? He's too young, Your Majesty , I hope you can forgive him."

Bud touched Elan Rose's waist with his elbow: "How can you cause trouble in the eyes of your people?"

Thranduil turned sideways: "That's Elan and I's business, human. Take your hoof off." Then he continued to order, "Send down the order, if there is any trouble on the mountain, you will be killed."

"No! King Thranduil!" Eranroth hurried to the outside of the tent, and nodded to his fellow clan to thank him for his kindness, "You can't do this!"

So Thranduil added to his guards: "Take Eranroth down, he needs a good rest."

"If Thorin dies, I will be very sad." Eranlos clenched his elf king's clothes tightly, "...Maybe I will die."

His Elf King was very angry.

This can be seen from the blue eyes of the other party who are full of anger, like a sea that has suddenly set off a stormy sea.

Bard took a step forward and tried to pull Eranroth back from the furious elf king, but the gray-robed wizard stopped him: "The elves will be killed by extreme sorrow. And Elan and Thorin are best friends. Lin's death is indeed enough to kill him..."

These words made Thranduil calm down a little.

As is well known in Middle-earth, Elrenroth the Silver Hair is a favored elf in both the Wood and the Vale.

Thranduil decided to weigh again.

He could not risk Eranroth's life.

It was at this point that Mr. Bilbo Baggins appeared before them.

"If I remember correctly, it was this halfling who stole the key to the dungeon under the watchful eye of my guard." Thranduil was in a bad mood, and he was extremely aggressive at the moment.

The hobbit looked at the silver-haired elf in confusion, as if he couldn't understand why the elf king on the other side had such a sharp attitude.But: "Yes...I'm sorry." He stepped forward to the table, took out the tightly wrapped things from his arms, "I came here to give you this."

He lets what's inside out.

It is an Arken gem.

"...You took the Arken gem from Sorin?" Eranlos was the first to react, "It's impossible, he won't even give me the white gem."

"I take it as my fifteenth share—just as you take the white gem as your share." The hobbit thought he understood why the Elven King's attitude was so bad, and hurriedly Concealed to show the Elven King that Elan has indeed done a lot for his white gem, "I think this is enough for Thorin to give you what you ask for."

"...why did you do this? You owe us nothing." Bard looked away from the Arkon, which meant nothing for the venerable hobbit.

"I didn't do this for you." Bilbo shook his head in disgust. "I know that dwarves are sometimes stubborn, dead-headed, and difficult to get along with. They are suspicious and mysterious, and they are the worst in the world. Etiquette—but! But they are also brave, kind, and hopelessly loyal. I have also seen from Thorin and Eran that the friendship of dwarves is very precious."

The Elf King clicked his tongue lightly to express his disdain.

The Hobbit pretended not to hear: "Therefore I will do all in my power to save them. Thorin valued the Stone above all else, and the King of Elves may have the White Stone, which is what Elam deserves. Men may have the Stone. wealth gained. And without having to go to war.”

Gandalf was moved and offered advice: "Rest well tonight, and leave here as soon as possible tomorrow."

Elan Rose also suggested very enthusiastically: "How about Rivendell? You can get good hospitality there. Wait for me in Rivendell. When everything here is over, I will go to you."

"What? Why am I leaving here?"

"Because none of us can imagine what Thorin would do if he knew the truth." Gandalf bent down and patted the halfling on the shoulder.

"I'm not afraid of him—"

"Then you should be afraid." The wizard looked serious, and the elf nodded in agreement.

The Elf King pulled the elf away: "Elan's proposal is good, you should think about it, Mr. Baggins."

The dragon slayer who was walking with the two elves raised a question: "Why did I just meet each other and call him 'Mr. Baggins', while I was still called 'Human'?"

The Elven King gave him a cold look, and carried Eranlos, who was shaking with laughter, back to his tent.

Thranduil still mobilized his army at dawn the next day, and directly approached the city of Elber.

Eranroth still rides a white horse with Bard.

An arrow shot in front of the big horned deer.

Eranlos stopped talking with Bard, looked up at his friend holding the bow: "Shorin?"

"...my next arrow will hit you between the eyebrows." Thorin hitched another arrow.

The silver-haired elf got off his horse and drew the arrow with his bow. His chin was slightly closed and his face was expressionless, making him look very cold: "Before you hurt my elf king, I will kill you with one arrow. You know I can do it."

The archers in the elf army behind the three of them raised their bows tacitly, as long as Thranduil gave an order, all arrows could be fired.

And Thranduil was in a good mood because of Eranloth's words, so he just raised his hand to signal his soldiers to put away their bows and arrows: "We just came to inform you that someone voluntarily paid your debt. And we accepted."

"Repay what? I didn't give you anything!" Thorin hesitated, and put down his bow: when he was not sure that he would really be an enemy of the elves, he was also unwilling to use a weapon to talk to his best friend.

Eranroth showed him a very shallow smile, put away his bow and arrow and stood beside Thranduil: "My king, Thorin is still very sincere."

The Elf King was very satisfied with the elf's performance so far, so he promised: "If your friend will return the white gem to us, then I will not count his previous rudeness."

It's a pity that Bard and Thorin's negotiations did not go well, even though Bard showed the dwarves the Arken gem.

"...tell us your choice! Will you have peace or war?"

"I will have war." Thorin answered him, but looked to the north.

"What is he looking at? There's nothing there!" Bard couldn't understand the stubbornness of the dwarves at all. "Does he think he can win a war with thirteen dwarves?"

"There is an army of Iron Mountain dwarves there, Bard." The silver-haired elf stood beside his elf king and looked up at his friend. "I'm sorry that you chose war, Thorin. Before you face my people, kill them." I—or I'll kill you myself."

Thorin watched silently as he sat back behind Bard the Dragon Slayer until he saw the silver-haired elf appearing in front of the elves.

Not a word.

The author has something to say:

QAQAQ I thought this chapter could be finished

The result will be dragged to the next chapter QAQAQ but in this chapter Elan is still very handsome when he protects his elf king, right =3=

Let me put a little joke 233 that I thought if I started a love line with King Se. After all, if I don’t let it go, I will have no chance to provoke QAQAQ

"Thranduil!!" Eranroth followed closely behind him. He could only see Thranduil falling from the big horned deer, but he had no way of knowing whether he was injured. He jumped off his horse and galloped to Thranduil. Blocking him in front of him, "My king?"

"... Seran." There are too many enemies, and he may not be able to return to the dense forest. He is determined to obey his heart honestly, "You can just call me 'Seran'."

More words are obviously not suitable to say on the battlefield, he chose to hold the elf's hand directly.

Eranroth held his sword in front of him: "When we win this war, I want to hear from you when it happened." Thranduil kissed him on the cheek.

It seems not sweet at all QAQ

Good night little angels =3=3=