Middle-earth Raiders Full Plan

Elrond is leading the elves to siege the half-orcs near Rivendell.The darkness in the east is getting thicker and thicker, and those half-orcs are getting more and more rampant. Before, they never dared to come so close to Rivendell. The last time this happened was 55 years ago. A group of half-orcs were chasing Thorin Oakenshield, the dwarves and Anila all the way here, and of course they were all wiped out by the elves mercilessly.

Now, the number of elves has not changed much, and those dirty creatures are more and more common, and they often come prepared. Although it is not impossible to deal with them, it is indeed more difficult to deal with them than before, and casualties seem to be gradually becoming worse. Get up normally.

But this time it seemed to be going well. After the battle, Elrond thought when he counted the number of people, there was no one missing, and there was even... one more?

Elrond's fingertips stopped at the last man in the elven cloak, and he was stunned for a while, until some other elves couldn't hold back and started snickering, that man took off the hood, soft brown Hair slipped out of the hat and looked up at him.

"You didn't recognize me, Ada." Anila said in a reproachful tone, seemingly blaming, but actually acting like a baby.

How could it not be recognized?Elrond shook his head and laughed, he didn't need to look at his face at all, Anila's height was really special among the elves, and Anila's body shape was also very familiar to Elrond.It's just that Anila's whereabouts have always been erratic, and her appearance this time was too sudden. The moment Elrond saw her just now, he didn't know what to say.

In fact, he didn't know what to say now, and the usual and natural greetings that could be blurted out were either too hypocritical or seemed to have deep meaning.

"Where have you been all these years?" In the end, he actually only asked this.

"I went to the Mirkwood..." Anila's face was gloomy for a moment, "then I visited the Lonely Mountain. I heard that Bahrain has succeeded in recovering Moria. After staying in Rohan for a while, I also went to Rune and Harald..."

"Then you have been to many places." Elrond said, "I don't think many people have heard of some place names."

"But you look familiar," Anila said.

Elrond didn't speak immediately, he looked at Anila seriously again. "You must have gone through a lot of hardships these years, Anila." He sighed, "In my impression, you have always been a child with a firm will and never wavered easily, but now even your face has years The traces of polishing." Although Anila's tone of speaking has not changed much compared to before, Elrond has not seen even the slightest smile on her face since this meeting.

"Huh? No, I'm just not in a good mood recently." Anila replied.Ever since she left Mirkwood, she has been haunted by lingering irritability.

"How are the others these years? Glorfindel, Mr. Lindir, and Arwen, are they all right?" Anila changed the subject.

"Glorfindel and Lindyr are all right," said Elrond.It's just that Glorfindel still plays his flute every day like a mournful young woman, and Lindir seems to be distracted more often when working, but who cares about them?

"As for Arwen..."

"What's wrong with her?" Anila's tone became visibly tense.

"She's fine now, but as Sauron's power grows stronger, Evening Star's life is slowly weakening." Elrond said in a deep voice, "I'm considering sending her westward."

"What does Arwen think?" Anila interrupted him.

"...she wants to stay." Elrond said reluctantly, "But Middle-earth has become unsuitable for elves to live in, and you once told me that you would not force Arwen to stay, didn't you? "

"But Arwen wants to stay too, doesn't he?" Anila said.

"She's going to die!"

"I think, as early as 25 years ago, Arwen had foreseen his end." Anila said indifferently.

"Do you really love Alwen, Anela?" asked Elrond sullenly. "Are you indifferent to her death?"

"Your question is meaningless." Anila's face remained unchanged, "If I love Arwen, then according to what you said, I should let her go west by boat, and if I don't love her, then of course Arwen should Xidu, no matter what you say, it is beneficial to you. But for me, I hope that Arwen can stay and become my queen, and it happens that this is also her wish, so death is not a problem for us. "

Anila and Elrond part ways.

Elrond didn't know whether he was more annoyed by Anila and Arwen's stubbornness, or more jealous.

He didn't want Arwen to give up eternal life for Anila. This was certainly because Arwen was her daughter, but was this the only reason?

No, his heart answered him calmly and coldly, you hope that Arwen can go west not only because you want her to survive, but also because you don't want to see her standing beside Anila in the end, and you hope that you are The one who was there for Anila from the beginning to the end.

Such an ugly, dirty, twisted, sinful, thought that shouldn't exist.

So what is Anila doing now?I'm afraid it's snuggling up with Arwen and telling each other what I miss these years.As long as he thought of that picture, Elrond felt a sense of anxiety in his heart.

But in fact, Anila is not staying with Alwen at the moment, and what she said to Elrond just now gave her a sense of crisis: it is said that this 100% favorable character is used for marriage, right?Then if Elrond refused to marry Alwen to her, would he want to grab it?Sure enough, it is better to develop a spare tire.

That's why she was sitting on the flowery meadow now, seemingly listening intently to Glorfindel playing the flute.

"Anila." Glorfindel moved the flute away from his lips, and sighed, "If you want to find Alwen, go, don't stay here with me."

"What?" Anila looked at him in surprise, "I didn't intend to go to Alvin."

"Then what are you thinking?" Glorfindel asked, "Your thoughts are not with me anyway."

"I'm thinking—" Anila paused, the back of an elf resolutely leaving flashed in her mind, "It's nothing, it's just that the shadows are getting thicker and thicker now, even your music can't completely eliminate me Anxiety. Sorry, Glorfindel."

"It's normal." Glorfindel said, "I can see from the way you look on Anila now how heavy these 30 years have been for you, but when you return to Rivendell, those troubles will be Throw them all away for the time being, this is exactly the purpose of your coming back this time, isn't it?"

"Yes." Anila let out a long sigh, moved towards Glorfindel, and then fell to the side and fell on Glorfindel's lap as a pillow, "I may be really tired."

Anila really felt that she was getting tired of this game. It seemed really interesting when she first got started, but she didn't know when it started, and she hoped that this game would end quickly.

"Glorfindel, your muscles are too stiff." Anila said dissatisfied, "It's not comfortable to lie down at all, relax, and play a lighter tune."

Glorfindel felt that he wanted to hit someone, but he resigned himself to picking up the flute and started playing. The first note seemed to be lost, but Anila was braiding his hair hanging on his chest. His attention was completely absorbed by the matter at hand, and he didn't hear it at all.

"Anila." Finally, Glorfindel couldn't bear it anymore and said, "You're not doing well, are you?"

Anila gave Glorfindel a deep look, and—

[Player Anila used the "play dead" skill on Glorfindel]

"..." Fall asleep in a second?Glorfindel's eyebrows raised, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Anila's face, but when his fingers touched Anila's face, his movements became gentle, and finally he just rubbed it with his fingertips, helplessly He sighed, but his expression was doting and conniving.

"Thank you, little girl." He said softly.

[Glorfindel Favorability +7]

After Anila finally used up all of her stampedes, she received a letter from the Shire, brought by Gandalf.

"Long time no see, Anila." Sixty years have passed, and Gandalf's appearance has not changed from the last time Anila saw him. "I have good news this time. I hope you remember Bilbo? Bilbo Baggins."

"Of course, how could I have forgotten that trip and the hobbit," Anila replied. "What happened to him?"

"Bilbo's 110th birthday is going to be in two full months, and he wanted you so badly that he even handed me the invitation two years ago - after all none of us knew Where should this invitation be sent, I can only hope that I, who is also running around the world, can meet you by chance." Gandalf laughed twice, "It seems that my luck is not bad."

"Oh, that's right." Anila took the envelope that was sealed with a special wax seal. The red lacquer seal had a capital cursive letter A on it. "Of course I will go. You can't miss it."

Far away Frodo heard the sound of the approaching carriage and the familiar singing of Gandalf, and the humming of a strange woman.

Without thinking too much, Frodo put down the book in his hand and ran happily over. "You're late," he said to Gandalf, crossing his arms and pretending to be angry, and then he saw also sitting in Gandalf's carriage a woman who looked to be about twenty-six and seven, and she had a pair of extremely striking eyes. green eyes.

"A wizard is never late," said Gandalf, also with feigned seriousness. "Nor, of course, is he early. He arrives only at the most convenient time."

"Oh, come on less, Gandalf," said the woman with a low laugh, "isn't it less when you are late?"

"That was delayed for good reason." Gandalf winked at Frodo. "Introduction, this is Bilbo's nephew, Frodo Baggins. Frodo, this is me." Anila that your uncle used to talk about."

"You are Lord Anila." Frodo said in surprise, looking at Anila with respect in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to look so young."

"You don't need to add an honorific title, you can just call me Anila. In terms of seniority, I am a generation younger than Bilbo." Anila said with a smile, "Do you want to go back with us?"

"Well... that's what I thought at first, but if it bothers..." Frodo looked a little shy.

"Of course not." Anila held out a hand to him, her smile was warm and contagious, "If I make you feel restrained, I don't mind getting out of this car now."

There is no doubt about Anila's charisma. Frodo is also a hospitable hobbit by nature. In addition, Gandalf on one side makes humorous gags from time to time. The three of them quickly became acquainted and laughed all the way.

"Anila messes with me every time I sing," complained Gandalf. "Several times I was taken out of tune by her."

"I obviously hummed to your tune." Anila said unconvinced.

"No, I am sorry, Anila. I did not realize at all that you two were singing the same song." Frodo laughed and burst into tears.

"Perhaps Gandalf is out of tune," Anila said gravely.

Gandalf glanced at Anila with disgust, then turned his head and shrugged helplessly at Frodo.

Frodo said nothing, but smiled, pursing his lips.

"I'm really glad you came to Bilbo's birthday party," said Frodo, parting briefly. "Gandalf, and Anila, you two were the ones he talked about most. , and the only one who can stand up to you is a dwarf called Thorin Oakenshield."

"Anila? My God, you're here!" Bilbo couldn't believe it when he opened the little round door at Bag End and saw Anila. "And Gandalf, my old man." friend."

He trotted forward excitedly, hugging the two of them respectively.

"It's good to see you, Bilbo, I can't believe you're 110 years old," said Anila.

"Who's going to tell you're eighty-seven years old, Anila?" said Bilbo, beaming. "Come in! You're very welcome! Would you like tea? Or two glasses of wine? Oh dear, I didn't think you'd be able to come, you two always come and go, things are a bit of a mess at home right now, all I have is frozen chicken and pickles... and cheese, jam and apple pie... ok, I found some more honey cakes, and I can boil some eggs if you like..."

"That's enough, Bilbo dear," said Anila, taking one last look at the great oak tree above Bilbo's Bag End.