The Fellowship of the Lord of the Rings - A Tale of the Elven King

When he heard the words "Northern Python", Oster froze for a moment, and was immediately replaced by great worry and panic.

The northern python, also known as the worldly python, is of the same lineage as Glauron, the father of the dragon. It was born in Angband and was bred by Morgoth with some unknown methods. It is good at attacking with venom. It has a flame-like red pattern, its whole body is pitch-black, it has no limbs, it can only crawl on the ground, and its tail can emit hellfire, as long as it is swept by its tail, it will be hit by the hellfire.

It is generally considered to be the failure of Morgoth, because it does not do evil around like other dragons, nor does it have the ability to fly like most other dragons. It is believed that it is not powerful enough, so Frodeweiss was thrown to the desolate northern land by Morgoth and slept in a huge underground cave. In many cases, people didn't even recognize it as a giant dragon, and only called it a giant python or a big snake.

To be honest, no one would have thought that this giant python would wake up one day. If Aramir's face was not so solemn and serious now, Oster would probably think that he was joking with himself.

"What python are you talking about? What is that?" Soveris asked inexplicably beside him.

Oster glanced at them and sighed: "Our big trouble is coming."

Due to the urgency of the situation, Oster felt that it was necessary to report to His Majesty the King in time. No matter how happy and happy His Majesty the Great Elven King is now, this bad news must be told to him quickly.

Oster entrusted Alamer to Soveris, and hurried back to the palace.

The atmosphere of emotion and happiness was still everywhere in the palace. Thranduil, who was invited by Urster to the main hall, still had a charming smile on his face, but soon, the arrival of bad news would destroy this beauty.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for interrupting your happiness. I have to report some things to you."

"Oh, no, my friend," Thranduil laughed, "you know, any time I am glad to hear from you, and believe me, happiness is not spoiled by other troubles, it Let us be so happy, and this joy will give us strength to guard our happiness, and we will have enough wisdom to solve any problems, so don't worry, my friend."

"Your Majesty, your kind reminder has indeed made me more courageous, but the troubles we are still facing are not small."

"Well, well, what is it that makes you so anxious, my friend."

"Your Majesty, the elf team we sent brought back news that the northern python has awakened."

Bad news is always bad news, and Ursted's words still silenced Thranduil. As a young king, at least according to the age of the elves, Thranduil was still a little bit older in some respects. Seems immature, at least he has never faced this situation alone.

"The legendary Yorman Gund, the big snake actually exists, hmph, Morgoth's little pet." Thranduil turned to Oster and asked, "You said the elf team you sent back? Now, where are they? Bring them to me."

"Oh, no, Your Majesty, I'm afraid it can't be done now." Oster replied, "Our elf warriors were attacked by orcs and poisonous snakes during the journey, and all the elves were sacrificed except for Aramiel who was still alive. "

Thranduil finally realized how huge the trouble they were in now. The elves were slender and sharp-eyed, and they were the most powerful marksmen in the Middle-earth world. Soldiers are not afraid, but if they encounter a surprise attack or the number of enemies is too large, the result will be hard to say.

Thranduil pondered for a moment and asked, "Then, my friend, what do you think we should do now?"

"Your Majesty, now we only know that the Yorman Gund Serpent has awakened, but we don't have any idea what it will do, so I suggest that at this stage, we should focus on strengthening the defense of the country and eliminate any who dare to approach our border. Orcs or poisonous snakes, as for other things, we have to wait until we have collected enough information to make a decision."

"Well, you are right, my friend, let's do this, you go to arrange manpower and strengthen the patrol on the border." Thranduil nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Oster asked after leaning over to salute, "So, is it necessary for us to send other elf teams to collect information? Maybe we can ask King Elrond and Roslow of Rivendell Queen Galadriel of Lian asks for news."

Thranduil glanced at him and said: "There is no need for that. This has nothing to do with Rivendell and Lothlorien. This is our business. We should solve it ourselves. Even without the help of the Elven Ring, we can still rely on Protect yourself with your own strength."

"Then shall we send elves to find out the news again?"

"No, this is too dangerous. Didn't Misranda go to find the answer to that ballad? If there is any problem, I believe he will notify us in time. We just need to wait quietly and inform the guards Squad and patrol squad, step up your guard."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

At this time, Gandalf was on his way to the Kingdom of Gondor. Ever since he left the Mirkwood, he had been faintly uneasy. The scenes of those black wriggling snakes intertwined with red strange patterns were always in his mind. Hovering in the middle of the sky, with an ominous air, the old wizard trusted his instincts, and all he could do was try his best to get to Minas Tirith in Gondor as soon as possible.

Gondor is a Dundan country in the south of Middle-earth. It was established by the two sons of Elendil, Isildur and Anarion, after the fall of the Númenor Empire in the second era. It is located in the south of the White Mountains. Much west, east of Belfalas Bay.Although the Númenorean blood of the royal family is extinct, the Regent of Gondor has been protecting the country and awaiting the king's return.For many years, Gondor has always been the first line of defense against Sauron, the dark lord sitting in Mordor. They are very proud of their royal blood, powerful army and long-standing culture.Minas Tirith is the royal capital of Gondor. The Great Library there has the richest collection of books in the entire Middle-earth world except Isengard. Anyone can enter the Great Library to read materials as long as they get the permission of the Regent. .

Gandalf believed that Minas Tirith must have the answers he was looking for.