[Lord of the Rings] Dragon and Elf King

Black clouds blocked the light, and darkness enveloped the land, where orcs and dark creatures ran rampant.The green forest has gradually become diseased, and the animals have fled here one after another, leaving only the immobile trees that cannot escape, and then they are silently eroded by the darkness, distorted and blackened, allowing the dark creatures to wreak havoc or prey on them.And the original ruler of this forest, the wood elf Silvan, has moved out of this diseased land under the leadership of their king, and resettled in the north of this huge forest.

The once magnificent Dol Guldur is now only ruins, and the exquisite sculptures and decorations have been corroded by darkness. Light is extinct here, and only creatures breathing darkness can survive here.

Before the broken bridge connecting the outside and the city, the tall and strong half-orc was reporting the progress of the mission to the Dark Lord who had regained consciousness: "The dwarf has left Iruber and is heading for the Moria mine." Legolas at the southern border of the Woodland Kingdom can see this scene, and he will surely find that the half-orc who is reporting the mission is the guy he has been looking for.

"Moria..." The Demon Lord's voice carried a dark echo, and the emotion in it could not be heard.It seems to be pondering, and it seems to be just meaningless emotion: "The dwarves' greed for gold awakened the sleeping things in the ground, and also destroyed the ancient kingdom. It didn't take long for them to forget about it. Only remember the enchanted mithril in Moria."

The half-orcs don't know what lies deep in Moria, but what the Dark Lord says has never had room for them to refute.He silently waited for the Demon King's instructions.

"Athog is dead, and now you are the new leader of the Orcs, Borgo, and lead our army, and we must not let Moria fall into the hands of the dwarves."

"What about the dwarves?" Borgo asked.

"Kill." The Dark Lord replied without hesitation: "Darkness will descend on the earth, and they will all die."

"Yes." Borgo clenched the mace in his hand, raised his head and waited for the consciousness of the Dark Lord to dissipate before striding away from here.

He wanted to avenge Asog who died in the Battle of the Five Armies, and actually killed their leader, those dwarves, must die.

He wants to drink their blood.

Thinking of this, a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile appeared on the half-orc's face.

The big horned deer shook its head, its huge horns almost got it stuck between two branches.It shook itself with some leaf fluff, stretched out its nose and sniffed the red berries on the branches, as if it wanted to taste it very much.The rein was just hanging around its neck, but it didn't run around, but from time to time, it used its innocent-looking big round black eyes to glance at its master and his side who seemed to be still together. woman.

It must be autumn now, right?It tilted its head in doubt, moved its ears, looked into the dense forest, and then continued to nibble on the sweet berries.

"Who?" Anriel, who also heard the sound, raised his bow vigilantly, and the guards of the brigade nearby also took out their bows and arrows, pointing at the slightly shaking trees that made rustling sounds.

When the king wants to go out, no matter where it is, he will inevitably follow the brigade to ensure safety, especially in Silva, whose sense of crisis of the king's captivity has not disappeared. They don't want to lose their king for the second time.Just because he lost the king on the way to Xidu and searched for it for hundreds of years but still couldn't find it, and even missed the time of Xidu was all Sylvain's heartache.

Thranduil felt that the joke of his captivity would make all the elves who knew the news laugh at least for hundreds of years.Although the dragon is an unpredictable external force, he was still taken captive.So when the guards asked to go out together, he didn't refuse, but just nodded silently.

His strength is not weak, but there are still many creatures with strength above him in this world.

Jiao Lating was in a bad mood.Thranduil felt it, and probably guessed the reason.It just saw the human who killed Smaug in front of him, but he had to endure the killing intent in his heart.Not only could she not kill him, but she had to talk to him nicely. In order to achieve her goal, she even had to help him for a period of time, which made her very upset.But Thranduil didn't intend to try to comfort her or anything, and he didn't think she needed empty words to comfort her.

What she wants is to make them suffer countless times more than her, and to fill their hearts with pain, wailing, guilt and despair. This is the dragon's revenge.

One is in a bad mood, but she doesn't want to vent to her golden beauty, let alone expose her identity in front of the elves, it is even more unfeasible to directly transform into a dragon to find a city spitfire to vent her anger, so she can only grab the grass around her irritably. Ye, the other is that he feels that he has nothing to say to her, and he doesn't want to bother to find something to chat with her.

As a result, silence spread between the two of them. Jolatin leaned on Thranduil's shoulder with a calm expression, and the two of them stared at the river surface that seemed to be sprinkled with broken gold, making the elves in the distance feel that this is really true. In a beautiful scene, a quiet and ambiguous atmosphere permeates between the two. It is amazing that love can make their cold and arrogant king so gentle.

Anriel, who was observing the situation here from a distance, and his friend Aubrey looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

"Have you written to the prince?" Anriel walked to Aubrey's side and asked softly.

"Of course, it's a pity that the letter has not yet been answered. It is estimated that the task of patrolling is too heavy and there is no time." Aubrey bumped Anriel with his shoulder, and then gestured to the two people by the river with his eyes: "At first I really don't believe that there are so many women in the elves who admire the king, what do you think the king likes about that human?"

An Ruier smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid you have to ask the king yourself about this."

Go ask the king...who dares...

Aubrey leaned against a tree, rolled his eyes up, and smiled helplessly along with his friend.

Jiao Ladin was in a bad mood, Thranduil guessed right, he understood her.But Jiao Lating was not reconciled to being sad alone.Dragons have always been like this. Their strength makes them never care about the feelings of little bugs they think. They believe that the strong is king. As long as you don't have the same strength as her or even stronger than her, then everything about you is right. It's nothing important to her.

If someone else makes her unhappy, then it is bound to make the guy who made her unhappy countless times more sad than her to relieve her anger.

Such arrogance and self-importance, this is a dragon.

But now he only has Thranduil by his side, so based on the theory of why others can be happy because she is unhappy, Jiao Ladin started to tease him again.

Her hand brushed his blond hair, and her beautiful fingers with a slightly higher temperature slowly touched his pink lips. He turned his head and did not avoid it.Jiao Ladin's voice was soft, with a smile: "My dear Thranduil, where shall we go next?"

"Go back to the palace." Then wait for the news from here.

Thranduil felt the malice in Jolatin's heart was about to overflow, but he was tired of wasting time outside with nothing to do, if it wasn't for Jolatin pulling him hard, he wouldn't be staring at the river in a daze outside, it would be detrimental to his wisdom The image of martial arts.He just wanted to go back to the palace early to deal with the accumulated government affairs and arrange border defenses. He was very busy, and he never thought that Sauron would die just after losing a battle outside Iruber.

"Just go back like this? Why don't you go to the southern border to inspect Dol Guldur? I know you are worried." Jiao Lading looked like a close sister who was very worried about him.She blinked her big eyes, looking at Thranduil who turned his head and stared at her fiercely.

Thranduil's blue eyes were burning with anger: "Don't try to get his idea." He lowered his voice and warned angrily.

If she dared to touch him, she would make him pay the price no matter what!

Thranduil's eyes clearly wrote these words.

Jiao Lading smiled and attached his hand to his clenched fist, put his hand on her knee where she was kneeling on the ground, and patted her gently, as if to comfort him, her eyes were full of worry and warmth.Only Thranduil can see clearly that her eyes are full of smiles, like mocking his powerlessness and looking down from above, just looking at his actions without a trace of indifference.

"What a good father, my elf king." Jiao Lading's head moved closer to him, with red hair sticking to blond hair, and anyone who approached him sideways could feel the warmth of the other party.She whispered in his ear: "I just like your expression. Your beautiful eyes are like sapphires shining in the sun, which fascinates me so much."

I really want to just stab it with a knife.

Thranduil had only one reaction to Jolatin's words.He thought so, and then he put his hand on the handle of the knife hanging from his waist.Jiao Lating just stood next to him, seemingly ambiguous but mocking: "Is it a new knife? Made of black iron?"

The new one is new, but thinking of the scales on Jiao Ladin's body like an iron wall, and thinking about the knife he had re-selected, Thranduil had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​stabbing the knife angrily.

Jiao Lating was full of smiles, except for her natural enemy, Heitie, she was not afraid of any weapon attack.

Like the mithril produced in the mines of Moria, black iron is not easy to forge.

Of all the races of the Elves only the Noldor had such a craft.Also because of this, in the age of elves, elves and dwarves were once very friendly.They exchanged their techniques and crafts with each other in order to achieve the most perfect skills.

Maybe he should go to Elrond for help?

Thranduil shook his head secretly in his heart at this thought that came to him again.No, Elrond is too sensitive, and he absolutely does not want to trouble his friend when it is not a last resort.If he sees something, it will be very bad for her and him.

"What are you thinking?" Jiao Lating hugged his waist.

Thranduil's expression made her bad mood suddenly cloudy and sunny, but unfortunately she didn't want to let him go yet.His skin has a slightly lower temperature for her, but she can't put it down.

"You look so beautiful when you're angry, I'm going to be fascinated by you, it reminds me of..." Jiao Lading's eyes were a little confused.What do you remember?She fell silent suddenly, hugged him fiercely, rested her head on his neck, and took a deep breath of the air carrying his cold breath.

What do you remember?Thranduil felt that Jolatin was in a trance for a moment, and then he was hugged tightly by her.The dragon's fiery embrace surrounded her tightly at this moment, and the temperature slightly higher than that of an elf came through the body in his embrace. Thranduil was a little at a loss, he wanted to push him away, but just as he stretched out his hands, he was caught The elves' warning was interrupted by the sound of bows being drawn and a cough.

"Cough, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

The author has something to say: Lin Gu, also known as Imlatri, their lord Elrond is a half-elf.

Everyone, don't think about his appearance in the movie. In fact, his description in the original book is very beautiful~hmm.

Thranduil belonged to the Sindar, and the elves he ruled belonged to Silvan.

Enter V, thank you for your support!group! =333=

PS: Thanks to Fruda for the mines! =3=

Thanks Jingxiang for mine! =3=