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

Although the entire Mirkwood was on guard uneasily, Yorman Gund did not appear in the days after Gandalf left, and even the dark creatures that had been wandering around the border gradually disappeared, as if they It has never appeared before, and for a while, Mirkwood seems to have returned to its former peaceful time.

Just when the elves began to let down their vigilance, thick smoke billowed from the north of the dark forest, and the entire elf kingdom suddenly panicked, and the dense forest caught fire! ! !

Thick smoke mixed with the breath of flames was blown by the wind, and there were bursts of inexplicable vibrations from the ground, and the air was filled with disturbing heat. Every elf looked at the direction of the thick smoke with concern. Their homes, their friends and protectors, are destroyed by fire.

Thranduil could only immediately organize the army to rush to the northern border, but Antinoya was very worried. She really wanted to follow her husband to the northern border for rescue. Her premonition told her that the fire was related to Yorman Gund, but Antinoya was also afraid that her premonition was not accurate. Although she had been guided by Il Bilusi, what if her strength was not enough?What if Yorman Gund really enters the jungle?What if Thranduil actually encountered it and fought it?

Antinoya couldn't help being afraid. She felt that if this happened, only her own magic could help her husband, so she really wanted to go with Thranduil.

But she was still stopped, Antinoya's due date was approaching, Thranduil and her friends didn't want her to run around anymore, and Her Majesty the Queen who was pregnant with the little prince was unanimously thought that the only way to stay was with heavy soldiers. The guarded palace is the safest place. Antinoya has no way to convince them, so she can only tell her husband to be careful.

Thranduil could only reassure his wife, and repeatedly assured that he would pay attention to safety and would never leave the protective range of the magic barrier before finally setting off for the northern border. Along the way, they tried their best to hurry, but even so, when they arrived When I was at the northern border, I was still shocked by the sight in front of me.

There was a sea of ​​flames there. The flames went all the way to the sky along the tree trunks. Terrible heat and suffocating smoke were everywhere. The whole world seemed to be distorted by the flames from hell, and the sky was also shrouded in thick smoke. The original color could not be seen, only darkness remained, the trees made the crackling sound of being burned, and the flames ran around wantonly, as if no one could stop it.

Thranduil was stunned by the sight in front of him, and so were the other elves. Everyone was shocked and speechless, only the sound of the raging fire seemed to be mocking them. His big eyes were gradually stained with anger, and Thranduil's hand tightly held the long sword at his waist. He would never allow anyone to act recklessly in his kingdom, no matter who set the fire here, He will bear the wrath of the Elven King, and the king of the jungle will make him pay the worst price.

Oster, who was the first to recover, reminded in time: "Your Majesty, our top priority now is to control the fire immediately. If this continues, all the trees will be burned."

Thranduil closed his eyes and calmed down and replied, "You're right. Fortunately, Mithranda's magic barrier helped us somewhat isolate part of the flames. Everyone dispersed and cleared the space along the border of the magic barrier. Cut down the trees and the weeds and leave nothing behind, for without those trees the flames will not go any further."

The elves carried out their orders separately, and only Thranduil, Urst, and a few elves remained in place. Gandalf's magic barrier was really effective. Although it didn't completely isolate the fire, at least the place where the fire started inside the barrier Not many, only a few small trees sporadically burned a little bit, and did not cause extensive damage, which made the cleaning work of the elves much easier.

While Oster and the others were clearing the plants, Thranduil noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the place where the fire was burning in the distance. The direction of the flame burning was a bit strange, and the black shadow formed by the thick smoke became distorted, but even the elves It's also hard for the eyes to tell what that is.

Thranduil frowned, and walked forward step by step. He wanted to take a closer look, and the black shadows in the distant flames gradually got closer, bigger, and clearer .

The huge body wrapped in black scales gradually appeared, and the terrible red pattern wrapped around it became more and more weird under the background of the fire. The S-shaped twisted and forward body seemed to be so long that it couldn't see its head, but it was thick and scary. The burning hell at the top of the tail The fire, twisting and tossing around as it moved forward, all the objects it touched immediately burned, and the upper body that stood upright even surpassed the canopy of the huge trees in the dense forest, and the long fangs seemed to be able to spray at any time. Venom was released, and there were narrow golden pupils in the big blood-red eyes on the huge head, revealing a cruel and fierce gaze.

This is... the worldly python—Yorman Gund! ! !

Few people can face the dragon directly, and most of those who have seen them are dead, but it is hard for anyone who has seen the dragon not to be shocked by the power and size of the dragon, even Thranduil, the elf king of Mirkwood the same.

Thranduil opened his eyes wide in shock and looked at the huge monster in front of him. He had never seen such a huge monster. In front of the dragon, he suddenly realized how small his own power was. Thranduil lost his former self. Elegant and calm, he realized that he was afraid, but he could only draw out the long sword and hold it tightly in his hand. He kept reminding himself that he must be brave, he could not retreat, he must stop Yorman Gund from advancing , he must protect his kingdom and his people, even though his hands are shaking like a frightened child.

Yorman Gund slowly approached, and the distance between Thranduil and it kept shortening. It was less than [-] meters away. Only the magic barrier was still erected between them, trying to stop the dragon. As he moved forward, Yorman Gund raised his head high, and his golden vertical pupils stared at Thranduil holding the long sword, as if he had seen through his fear, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

The pressure of facing the dragon was enormous. Thranduil's palms were constantly sweating, his heart was beating fast, and his legs were trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, unwilling to back down, and Yorman Gund did not move. , it just looked at Thranduil quietly outside the magic barrier, as if enjoying the pleasure of bringing fear to others.

Time seems to have passed as long as an era, Yorman Gund seems to have finally gotten tired of the confrontation game, it stuck out its tongue and licked its fangs, then turned around and swam to the east without launching an attack at all, leaving only Thranduil behind A person stays in place foolishly.