Middle-earth Raiders Full Plan

When Anila opened her eyes, she could only see darkness, and her eyes seemed to be covered by something like gauze.

She subconsciously raised her hand to caress the corner of her eyes, but there was a sharp pain in the elbow of her right arm, which made her take a small breath.

"Amastacia? Amastacia!" Someone shouted in surprise and joy, "Your Majesty has woken up, hurry up! Go and call Lord Karnold!"

"Fendoras?" Anila called softly, tentatively stretched out her left hand, and was immediately held.

"Amastacia." Fendolas murmured, her eye circles turned red instantly, "Amastacia..."

"Shh, don't cry, don't cry, I'm fine." Anila patted the back of Fendolasi's hand and coaxed her, "Hey, is there any water?"

"Here, water." The cup was gently brought to her mouth, but the person who spoke was not Fendolasi.

"Kanod." Anila couldn't see, so she could only forcefully smile at the person who handed her the water, "Gondor——"

"His Royal Highness Denethor and I are responsible for the big and small things in Gondor, and Boromir and Faramir are also in charge of the army. Don't worry, take care of your wounds." Kanod comforted, but no matter how suppressed, the voice There was still a trace of sadness and despair.

"What's wrong? Is there something you didn't tell me?" Anila's chest froze, "Is... the casualties are too serious this time? Are there protests from the public? Or is there something you can't solve?"

"No, no, you've been doing very well, Velodis, one defeat doesn't mean anything, everyone will understand you." Kanold hurriedly comforted her, "It's just that your injuries..."

"Injured? It's okay for me to be a little injured, and I'll recover soon—" Anila stopped suddenly in the middle of her words, and her face turned paler.

Since her abilities began to recover during the Battle of the Five Armies, Anila has become more and more indifferent to injuries. Relying on her ability to cheat, as long as she does not die instantly, she can repair serious injuries in an instant .The result of this is: In the eyes of others, Anila fights is a desperate style of play, with little or no consideration for defense, just blindly attacking, and Legolas and Aragorn are always terrified. .

It should have been like this this time, whether it was a broken arm, or a sharp stone hitting her head, or her internal organs being knocked out of place, since Anila is not dead now, it should have been her move. The injury that can be healed instantly with the movement of a finger, she should be more worried about how to explain to others why her injury healed so quickly.

However, when Anila activated her ability just now, she was horrified to find that nothing had changed, her waist and abdomen were still in unbearable pain, and her arms could not move at all.

She tried many times without giving up, but her injury still didn't improve. Anila panicked a little. She started to activate her abilities indiscriminately, concentrating all her energy on trying to control time to stand still, reverse current, and fast forward, and she didn't even think about it anymore. Doing it will cause other people's suspicion and panic.

But nothing happened, all was quiet.

Anila is forced to face a truth she doesn't want to admit: her powers may be failing again.

"You just said about my injury..." Anila's voice trembled slightly because of anxiety and fear, "What's wrong with my injury? Where's the doctor? Go and invite the doctor! Let him tell me about my injury in person !"

"You can just ask His Highness Kanod." Fendolas said, "Your wounds are all bandaged by him, thank you Iluvita, if there are no elves with superb medical skills here, we might not see you." It's your turn."

"Kanod?" Anila was surprised, "When will you know how to do medicine?"

Elves do have higher medical talents than other races, but this does not mean that all elves are brilliant healers. Legolas is a typical counterexample.In fact, since elves never get sick and never die, there are not many elves who devote themselves to studying medicine. Although they have a lot of time, they would rather sing and dance, play the lyre and compose poems, and be obsessed with various things like Elrond. After all, the wise men of the elves in all kinds of knowledge are a minority.

"After you and Estelle left Rivendell, I went to beg Lord Elrond to teach me." Canold sighed.

Karnold didn't have much interest in medical skills at first, but he happened to meet two humans who made him worry about it day and night.He knows humans far better than many other elves, knowing that a seemingly ordinary headache and brain fever may kill them, and humans are far less capable of healing wounds than elves, and Anila and Aragorn act almost every day. The rangers and warriors who soaked in the battlefield and licked their blood really made people feel uneasy. After thinking about it, they still shyly asked Lord Elrond for medical advice. Yes, I didn't expect Elrond to stare at him meaningfully for a long time, and then he agreed.

However, after he followed Anila for more than [-] years, Anila has always been in good health. She has never even had a minor problem such as a cold and diarrhea, and it can be said that she has been unscathed every time in war. His Medical skills have also been useless.

Until now.

"Then, how is my injury?" Anila asked anxiously, "Will I be disabled?"

There was no answer, and there was an unnerving silence.

"Speak, Kanold." Anila's heart sank straight down, but she still managed to put on a calm look and tone, "No matter what the truth is, tell me."

After a while, Kanold said in a hoarse voice: "The right arm is completely broken, the right clavicle, the ninth rib on the left, the eighth rib on the right and No. 11 ribs are broken, and there is a four-inch wound on the right back of the head. , I had to cut your hair off to help you stitch up the wound, sorry."

"It doesn't matter, you can grow your hair again." Anila smiled wryly, "It's a miracle that I can survive like this."

"More than that, Amastacia seems to have been hit by the black breath of the Nazgold, and you almost fell into the darkness and couldn't get out." Fendorasi's voice was still full of fear, "Fortunately, Mr. Kanold Excellent medical skills."

Anila was silent for a moment, then nodded and smiled in Kanold's direction: "Thank you."

Kanold responded stiffly, and only he knew that the person who led Anila out of the void was not him at all.

"Then will all these injuries be completely healed?" Anila asked, laughing dryly, "I mean, I won't be able to survive, but become a cripple who can't lift my shoulders, right? "

"Velodys, your recovery ability surprised me. Even elves can hardly do this." Kanod said, "Except for the right arm, the other injuries should be completely healed after a period of rest. , the right arm may be affected a little bit in the future, but there is no problem in daily life.”

Even so, there was no trace of rejoicing and joy in his tone.

"It's not enough to have no problems in daily life." Anila's expression turned ugly. "I'm a right-handed person, and I'll have to fight with this hand in the future."

"Velodys, Velodis!" Kanold called Anila back from her low-pitched complaints, her voice was extremely serious and dignified, "Aside from these traumas, you... I don't know..."

He suddenly stammered, and choked up after speaking half a sentence.

What could be worse?Anila thought.

"It's okay, just tell me, I can bear it."

"Velodys, you received a severe blow to your abdomen, and some of your internal organs were severely damaged... You will most likely...will not have any more children..."

"..."

Anila didn't respond yet, but Fendolas gasped. Anila guessed that her eyes must have filled with tears quickly.

"Is that so." She opened her mouth, she couldn't think of how to react for a moment, and finally she said "Is that so" blankly, and felt that her reaction seemed too flat as soon as the words came out.

The surrounding atmosphere was strangely quiet.

"What time is it?" In order to break the uncomfortable silence, Anila racked her brains to say something, "At night?"

The surrounding air seemed to become more stagnant for some reason.

"It's noon now, and I only have two layers of gauze around your eyes." After a long time, Kanold's panicked voice sounded, "Can't you feel any light, Velodis?"

"..."

"This matter is not allowed to be spread outside the public, and no one is allowed to know, including Rivendell and Mirkwood." Anila ordered, her tone increased, "Did you hear that?!"

"Yes, yes..." A current female officer who used to be Anila's personal maid was startled, and replied in horror.

"Now you all go out," Anila pretended to be calm, "I want to be alone for a while."

"Velodys—" Karnold tried to comfort her weakly.

"I said get out! Are my orders useless now?!" Anila suddenly became furious and shouted hysterically.

There was a depressing silence, followed by the sound of footsteps leaving gently, the door closing, and the weeping of Fendolas gradually disappearing outside the door.

Anila lay quietly on the bed like a broken doll, just staring blankly for a long time.

She felt that she should have acted a little more emotionally, crying bitterly, yelling, or complaining and scolding everyone to vent her emotions.

But she didn't. When Kanold and the others left, she immediately felt a burst of sincere apology for her loss of control just now, and made up her mind to apologize to Kanold and Fendolas the next time she saw them again.

Her eyes and nose were sore and hot, but she didn't shed a single tear, probably because she was lying on her back; her heart throbbed so painfully that she wanted to curl up in a ball, But she didn't, because the injuries all over her body didn't allow her to do this action; she wanted to fall into a dream and fall into a deep sleep, but her brain was extremely awake, like a sophisticated and emotionless machine, according to the information received just now The information draws conclusions about what she should do.

She was hurt, very, very badly.

If her ability was still there, then these would not be a problem, but her ability disappeared again. The last time it took effect was probably when she was on the verge of death. will completely cease to exist.

Therefore, she is no different from an ordinary person now, and even worse than an ordinary person. Ordinary people can at least wield a sword, see light, and give birth to their children with their loved ones.

She no longer has the strength to raise the sword in her hand to protect this country, nor can she promise a future for mankind. In this case, what qualifications does she have to continue to sit on the throne of the emperor?

"Fortunately, there is still Aragorn," Anila thought, "I will go back to Rivendell if I have a chance, and explain the situation to Lord Elrond, then pass the throne to Aragorn, and then... Then……"

She thought a lot, considered how everyone would react, and how she should respond to them, but she avoided Legolas as if on purpose, refusing to think about Legolas knowing that she had become the rags she is now What will be the reaction after such a virtue.

In a blink of an eye, a winter passed like this, but this year's spring was a bit strange. It was almost March, and some trees had already begun to sprout, but a cold wave suddenly fell, and a rare heavy snow covered the whole building. white city.

Most of Anila's injuries have healed, and her eyes have regained her sight. In the eyes of everyone who doesn't know, His Majesty Lian Enshetter is as powerful as ever, but Karnold and the Prince Regent's family are sensitive to Anila. Under the appearance of pretending to be strong, there is a melancholy and depressed appearance.

"Your injury is recovering well, Velodis." Kanod comforted Anila after performing a routine checkup, "Today's government affairs are almost done, why don't you go out of the city to relax."

Anila looked out the window, blinked quietly, and then replied: "Alright, prepare the horse."

Before Kanod showed joy, she said again: "I will go alone, and you are not allowed to follow."

"It's too dangerous, Your Majesty." Boromir immediately protested, "At least let me go out of the city with you, so I won't disturb you."

"I said, I want to leave the city alone." Anila's face darkened, and Boromir immediately fell silent.

Ever since His Majesty Liane Shelter lost that battle, his temper has become a little moody, and he was really angry. Even Lord Carnold dared not say a word.

"Sorry." Anila rubbed her forehead, sighed wearily, and smiled bitterly, "It's just that I have to make a decision that is very important to me now, so let me walk quietly alone."

"Yes." Boromir bowed his head.

"By the way." Anila suddenly remembered, "Where's my brooch? It's made of white gemstones and looks like a green-eyed deer."

She carried that brooch with her all the time, and she was inseparable, and the war against Mordor was no exception, but after the war, she seemed to have never seen it.

"Are you talking about this?" The maid opened the drawer and took out two things from it, "This brooch seems to have been damaged in that war, but since I know you like this brooch very much, do I still keep it?" Throw."

Anila took it in a daze. It was the white deer brooch that Legolas gave her as a souvenir when parting, but now it has been broken into two pieces, one by one inlaid with white gemstones on the silver base. Dried dark red blood leaked from the gap.

"Do you want to take it for repair?" the maid asked timidly.

"Is this something made by elves?" Karnold saw it at a glance, sighed slightly, and looked at Anila, "If you want, I will help you—"

"No need." Anila returned the broken brooch to the maid, "Even if the shape is repaired, it is no longer the original one. Just put it away first."

Since the failure to attack Mordor last winter, the evil forces have faintly revived. Few people dared to go out of the city rashly. Anila led the horse and wandered alone in the vast white snow outside the White City. Fortunately, she did not encounter any orcs. .

She walked aimlessly for a long time in silence, lost in thought all the way, and the horse followed her obediently with small steps.

Everything has been arranged, whether it is the handover of the throne, or the set of rhetoric to appease and persuade others, in another year, the Lord of the Rings should be destroyed, and Aragorn can legitimately inherit Gondor Take the throne, marry Alwen, and pass on the glory of the Gondor royal family again.

The only thing she needs to think about and worry about now is how to deal with the relationship with Legolas.

"Take care of Legolas for me, your words will be fine, Anila." The elf woman's voice still echoed in her ears.

If she guessed correctly, that woman should be Legolas' mother, the queen of Mirkwood.Hundreds of years ago, the Queen of the Jungle died in a battle, but she couldn't worry about her son, so she somehow sealed part of her power, maybe even her soul, into that brooch—the elves always have something that humans can't understand Little magician, leave the brooch to Legolas, once he gets into any danger, he can show up and take him out of danger.In the end, she didn't expect that Legolas gave her the brooch, which saved her life in a crooked way.

She has nothing to repay this kindness, but she can only desperately fulfill a mother's last entrustment: treat Legolas well.

But what should she do to truly treat Legolas well?

If it was Anila before the Great War, she might still be full of confidence. She has a prominent status and great power. She can say "I like you, I love you" to Legolas over and over again without any scruples. , she doesn't need Legolas to make any sacrifices or concessions for her, she alone can make the love between the two of them perfect.

Perhaps Legolas' mother also knew that she had this ability, so she was so relieved to give Legolas to her.

But now what?

She is nothing now, she is about to lose her throne, she has lost her power, she is bruised and has nothing, she will age and die, she can no longer promise Legolas a happy future, can she All that was brought to him was the pain and loneliness of eternal life.

The disappearance of the ability this time is different from the feeling when she lost her ability when she first came to Middle-earth. At that time, she was willing to give the ability to Stryker in exchange, and she never really expected to be able to What happens with Legolas, it is normal for the ability to disappear, but it is a surprise to recover.

But when her ability gradually recovered, giving her supreme hope and making her think that she could have a perfect ending, this power suddenly disappeared, bringing more despair than last time.

Anila walked for a long time with her eyes fixed, when she was suddenly interrupted by a loud chirping sound.

She looked closely and found that it was a baby bird lying on the snow, dying from the cold.

Anila walked over, gently picked up the baby bird, looked up, and as expected found a bird's nest on a high branch, a big bird poked its head out of the nest, chirping anxiously.

"It fell out..." Anila smiled helplessly, gently lifted the skirt, gently held the bird in one hand, and climbed up the branch with one hand.

Her right hand is not strong enough to move because of the injury, and her left hand is not as strong as her usual right hand. It took a lot of effort to climb up, and a sharp branch cut a thin hole under her right eye.

But in the end, Anila made it to the top of the tree and tucked the chick back under the belly of the female.

"Be careful next time." She complained dissatisfiedly, staring blankly at the few fluffy chicks in the nest, her eye circles instantly turned red.

How wonderful, so many little lives.

She will never have the experience of nurturing and loving her child so carefully.

When she came down from the tree, it was already evening, the sun was slowly setting, and the western sky was a blood-red evening glow, which reflected the pure white snow with a layer of red.

"It's time to go back," Anila murmured, stroking the horse's neck, "but I still don't know what to do, what should I do?"

Ma'er looked at her with big watery eyes, so naturally he couldn't answer her.

"She hopes that I can treat him well. I really want to do it, but I can't do it anymore." Anila said to herself, "Tell me, the best way for me to treat him now is to take back everything I have. Confession, just be good friends like when we were all rangers?"

"I can't accompany him for the rest of my life, but elves only have one partner in their life, and I don't even have the ability to continue our love in the form of blood. One day, he will be alone like this sun, and disappear forever in the western sea level that side of the line."

"So, let's make a bet." Anila turned on the horse with a smile. If Glorfindel or the twins were here, they would probably say that her smile is so ugly, "Let's chase the sun. If we catch up, I will Just fight one last time."

"Drive!" Anila yanked off the whip.

The horse neighed and galloped west.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Anila shouted, the queen's reserve and elegance, all go to hell!

One person and one horse kept running towards the sunset, the surrounding trees and scenery flew by, the horseshoes kicked up the fiery red snow, Anila's face turned red under the gorgeous sun light, and Anila's eyes were covered by that The light was so bright that she almost shed tears, but she didn't blink, she just stared at the sunset blindly, letting the tears well in her eyes, until finally she burst into tears.

At last the sun had completely set, and night covered the snowy land.

Anila reined in, slid off the horse, and fell to her knees in the snow.

She stared at the distant horizon, and finally, as if she was relieved, but also as if she couldn't bear it anymore, she wailed loudly, hoarsely, heart-piercingly, and warm tears fell on the snow. Small pits were formed in the snow.