Middle-earth Raiders Full Plan

Legolas jumped down from the tree in two or three hits, but he stepped on a branch when he was about to reach the ground. Although he regained his balance in time, his landing posture was still a bit awkward.

"Are you okay?" Aragorn looked at him in surprise, "Where's Vidi?"

"She said she would stay up there for a while and let you go to sleep first." Legolas answered him absently.

Aragorn didn't say anything immediately, but frowned and looked at him for a while: "Are you two okay?"

"What? Oh, it's all right, of course it's all right," said Legolas as calmly as he could. "Doesn't there seem to be something wrong with me?"

"That's not true, um, maybe I'm just too sensitive." Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you didn't quarrel, Legolas, if it's not a matter of principle, can you give way to Vidi a little? Maybe You can't tell, but that guy really loves you..."

When he heard the word love, Legolas trembled like an electric shock, and then he realized that the love that Aragorn said probably did not refer to the special love that Anila just told him: "Okay , How could I not let her go? I respect her so much, love her so much... who doesn't love her?"

"Yeah, who can't love her?" Aragorn nodded in agreement, "Then I'll go back to sleep first, the next night watchman should come over soon, and let Vidy go to rest at that time ?"

Legolas nodded indiscriminately, and Aragorn left in peace.

The surroundings became quiet, and Legolas let out a breath, only to realize that his heart was still beating fast, and the tips of his ears were also a little hot.

Oh, how stupid of me to ask Estelle just now if there is something wrong with me, there is nothing wrong at all, Legolas thought desperately.My face is not red, is it?Perhaps he thought it was the light of a campfire?

Anila's words were still echoing uncontrollably in her mind over and over again, as if every word and every sentence carried an echo, her eyes were full of starry sky, forest, sea, and him.

That kind of overflowing affectionate style, that kind of tenderness and consideration that dares to touch only cautiously, why did Anila give them all to herself who can't respond to her feelings at all?

What happened that night did not cause any barriers between Anila and Legolas, at least on the surface, no one could tell, they still went through life and death together like best partners and comrades-in-arms, caring for each other, from time to time Also lost a few words.

But there are still subtle influences. For example, Legolas suddenly wanted to know what Anila's past was like like never before. He had heard Anila and Aragorn occasionally mention a few words before, their family, Their mentors, both of them were quite serious at the beginning, but later they often turned into arguing with each other, and sometimes they drew swords to duel when they couldn't resolve the dispute, but Anila won without exception. .

In the past, Legolas just had fun watching these two siblings play tricks, and at most he just lamented how good the relationship between the two is. Now that he thinks about it, he finds that he has known these two for two or three years. The past is still unknown.Who is their father?What was their mother like?Where is their hometown?Where did they learn such a rich and profound knowledge?What kind of past and environment can create such outstanding people as Anila and Aragorn?

"Even if you ask me that, I can't tell." Nero shrugged, "Those two people have always been mysteriously close. I only knew them when I returned to the Dúnedain tribe ten years ago, but they were already 20 years ago. I'm old, and as for their past, I've never heard of them."

"I see." Legolas was a little disappointed.

"But..." Nero recalled the past.

I'm Nero.

I was born in the village of Taldar in the Eriador region, one of the few peaceful areas still under the protection of the Rangers of Dúnedain when the dark minions tried to wipe out the Numenorans. His Majesty Aladdor, scion of Duo, leads us.

When I was eight years old, His Majesty Aladdor unfortunately died while killing the trolls. His son Arathorn succeeded him and became the new leader of the Númenoreans.

Another year later, the child of His Majesty Arathorn and His Highness Gillean was born.

I waited outside with the others, and the door opened a few hours later, and His Majesty Arathorn and His Highness Gillean's mother, Ms. Ivorwen, walked out holding a baby.

"Ah, His Highness Gillean has given birth to twins." I heard someone say in surprise.

"Behold, here are Anira and Aragorn. Sons and daughters of Arathorn! offspring of Elendil the Númenorite!" cried Lady Evolwen, "and by the ancient law of my people, Arathorn Nila will be the next leader of the Númenoreans, heir to Isildur! Long live Anila!"

"Long live Anila!" I shouted along with the crowd, and when I saw the little ball that was still wrapped in swaddling clothes, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

That is our future leader, future queen, and future hope. Now he is just such a weak baby, but he is destined to fight for the future of mankind all his life, or go down in history, or shed blood on the battlefield.

What will she think when she knows her destiny in the future?Are you proud of your noble status?Or curse Vera for the inescapable responsibility entrusted to her?

I stood in the crowd and looked at the baby in a daze, thinking wildly in my mind. At this moment, the baby suddenly opened its eyes and looked at me. I couldn't help but trembled all over my body.

In fact, it would be a bit narcissistic to say that she was looking at me. Anila just scanned the crowd, and her eyes met mine for less than half a second, but I got goose bumps because of that look.

"Dad." I tugged at my father's sleeve, "She just looked at me."

"Yes." My father replied to me happily, but he didn't understand what I really wanted to express at all, and he didn't notice the sense of disobedience.

At that time, I didn't think much about why I cared so much about that look, but instinctively felt that that look should not appear in the eyes of a newborn baby, like a baby with an extremely mature soul in its body, it was creepy, Very uncomfortable.

But now that I think about it, it’s not just that, I probably had a vague premonition of what that little baby would look like in the future from that look in his eyes——

She will be proud of her identity, but she will not only be proud of her noble identity, and her identity may even become the least worth mentioning thing to her in the future; she will also be proud of this heavy responsibility. Sigh, but she will never escape, until the day when she collapses overwhelmed, she may not complain about it.

How sublime and great!As if she was born to be a king!

But this kind of life where you can see the end at a glance is also the most boring life, and this kind of life that seems to have been finalized by fate is also the life that I hate the most.

I love children, they have endless possibilities - Anila is a special case, and I also love Ms. Gillane, she is beautiful, kind, and I was shocked at the time, maybe it was my time. Maybe it’s because of my mother’s recent illness, and the gentleness of His Royal Highness Gillean can make me temporarily forget those pains, so I subconsciously loved to visit her when I was free, and of course I often saw Anila and Ala Gong, sometimes teases them.

Aragorn is often amused by me, but Anila is as boring as ever. Usually, she will secretly roll her eyes, then turn around and pretend to be asleep. If I get anxious, she will cry loudly—— The kind that only thunders but never rains, until I don't dare to touch her finger anymore.

Anila and Aragorn grew up quickly, and as I expected, Anila showed her extraordinary intelligence and natural leadership skills from an early age-even though she led only people her age. It might be a three or two-year-old child, but this can also explain some problems, not to mention that sometimes this kind of child who has no concept of hierarchy is the most difficult to manage.

The adults were all very happy, half-seriously and half-jokingly saying that Anila is a born leader at the age of three, and she is indeed a descendant of Isildur. If she can return to the throne in the future, it will be another great achievement. characters.

I feel sorry for her.

Anila's birth destined her to become a Human Emperor, and Anila's character destined her to become a great Human Emperor, but I can't even imagine how much this identity will bring.

In the end, she will stand alone on a high place, benevolent to the world, admired by thousands of people, recorded in history, and commented on for generations to come. This is her only end, glorious and lonely.

When I was 11 years old, a large number of half-orcs attacked the village of Taudar. We were outnumbered. His Majesty Arathorn and my father both died in that battle. After that, His Royal Highness Gilleen left with Anila and Aragorn The already unsafe village went to seek refuge elsewhere. This was the last time I saw the three of them. After that, the descendants of Isildur disappeared again in Middle-earth.

After 18 years--

I've just finished a small campaign, and I'm back in the Horde to rest and figure out where to go next.

"Hey, Nero." Hubbard slapped me from behind and sat beside me, "We have received news that there are half-orcs in the Misty Mountains in the north, and my father is gathering people to encircle and suppress them. You Do you want to come?"

Since His Majesty Arazon passed away, the tribe has become what it is now. No one has the right to order others to go to a certain battle. Everyone is scattered and wandering around. If you need help, you have to do it like now This way of recruiting people everywhere, if the number is not enough, then the plan is likely to be cancelled, but this is rarely the case, and the rangers always want to get rid of the orcs, unless the plan is really outrageous.

I don't dislike this way of life, there is no mandatory order, and I can do as I please, but I also have to admit that this is quite detrimental to the Númenoreans. We have no backbone and are like a mess. If things go on like this, it is only a matter of time before the complete disappearance of the Dúnedain tribe.

"Come on." Hubbard urged me in every possible way, "The twins will go together this time."

"They're here again?" I was a little moved. It must be a meaningful war that can make both twins come to fight.

"Yes, come or not?" said Habarad.

"Okay, I'll go." I replied, "Who else will go besides Gemini?"

"It's still those people, everyone in the tribe who can be rushed back, except for old Barry, who suffered from rheumatism again..." Habarad counted on his fingers, "Oh, yes, this time the twins He also brought two people, and they should also go with us."

"Two... what?" I frowned. "Elves?"

"No, they are human beings, and they are also Numenoreans, but I have never seen them before, and they probably have been living outside." Habarad replied, "They are quite young, a pair of siblings."

"Oh?"

The Númenorians were scattered all over the place, and it was not surprising that they had never seen one, but what kind of person could the twins bring?

"They are discussing the battle plan now, do you want to go over and have a look?"

"Walk."

When I walked into the room, I immediately saw the pair of siblings that Hubbard was talking about.

"..." It is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people, even standing next to the pair of brothers in Rivendell, the aura is not the same, especially that woman.

Hearing someone coming in, the people inside stopped temporarily and looked at me.

"Your Highness Elaidan, Your Highness Ellohe, long time no see." I made an elf greeting gesture.

Elaidan—or maybe Eloheh— nodded: "Long time no see." Then he turned to the strange Númenor woman, "Go ahead, Verodis."

The woman named Velodis smiled at me, then turned back and continued pointing to the map with her hands and said, "So, my idea is to allocate a third of the people to lie in ambush in the south..."

I went over to listen to her talk for a while before I couldn't help but say, "Sorry——"

Velodis stopped and looked at me, not dissatisfied by the interruption: "What? Is there any problem?"

"It's not impossible to ambush in the south," I said, "but if we can go around and outflank them directly, we can completely cut off their retreat."

"But you'd have to go through a whole forest to get there," she said. "I'm afraid I won't have time—"

I raised my eyebrows and stared at her for a long time, until her younger brother frowned in dissatisfaction, then looked at Rivendell's twins: "This is the Ranger of Númenor you brought?"

"Numenoreans, not rangers," Elohher—or Elaidan, perhaps—answered me. "Both Verodis and Estel used to fight with regular armies."

"Ah, that's how it is." I nodded and explained to Velodis, "It may take a little effort for the army to pass through this kind of jungle, but for the ranger, it only takes an hour."

"That's it." Velodis's face was dyed a layer of light pink, she glared at Gemini in shame and annoyance, and complained in a low voice, "You two don't say anything..."

"Because Velodis, your plan is actually very perfect, there is no problem at all." Gemini replied with a smile, "It's just a lack of experience. You can ask Nero for more advice. He is about the same age as you. People are very powerful.”

"I think so too." There was still a touch of delicate pink on her cheeks, and she held out her hand to me with a smile, "It's our first meeting, I'm Velodis, please give me more advice in the future—— in every way."

Just as I held her hand back, I heard the second half of her sentence: "What do you mean 'in terms of rangers'?"

"Because I'm not necessarily less experienced than you in other areas." She said provocatively.

A competitive little girl, this is the first impression Velodis gave me, but she is very straightforward and not annoying.

And then, my days as a lone ranger are over...

I had thought that Velodis, who had come out of the army, would be a rigid or at least a conformist, with whom I would not get along at all, and I was so wrong.

How could she have adapted to life in the army?Whenever I look at her cheerful smile and bright eyes riding a horse in the wilderness, I always think that she should be free, unruly, unrestrained like the wind, and do what she likes thing, no worries.

I think I'm in love with her.

Velodis is an addictive girl, otherwise you'd better never see her, or just take a look at her from a distance, she is not beautiful enough to make people lose their souls just by looking at her .

But once you get acquainted with her for various reasons, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to be satisfied with only maintaining a one-sided relationship with her. She has 1 places where you can fall in love with her.

But she also has ten thousand ways to make you give up.

Of course, I am not the only one who likes Velodis. In the past few years, people who have confessed to her can fill the entire Misty Mountains, in various ways, sweet talk, swearing, chasing and blocking, and fate As long as there is a threat, Velodis will always find a way to get them back home, without exception.According to her own words: the motherland has not yet been unified, how can children love each other!

It's like it's true.

But I still sensibly swallowed my thoughts back into my stomach temporarily.

What made me discover that I didn't know Velodis as well as I thought was that she insisted on joining the Riders of Rohan despite my objections.

I still can't understand her thoughts until now, she doesn't care about fame and wealth, and admits that she likes the life of a ranger far more than the army, so why choose a life she doesn't like?

But I stayed with her anyway, thinking that one day she would find out that I was right.

I was wrong again.

"Arathorn is a descendant of Isildur!" Legolas sighed. "No wonder my father said he was a great man."

"Yeah." Nero replied.

"It's no wonder my father asked me to find Iluli and Strider, saying that they would be better than blue." Legolas said, "Well, but I don't want to go to them now, and the same is true. Siblings, Velodis and Estel are much more reliable than those two."

"Wait a minute." Nero suddenly turned his head to look at Legolas, "What do you say about Iluli and Strider?"

"'Their father, Arathorn, is a good man. They will be better than blue in the future.' My father told me." Legolas was surprised to see Nero's reaction. "What's wrong?"

Nero stared at Legolas like a ghost for a long time, then stood up suddenly and left.

"What's the matter?" Legolas saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly followed, "What are you going to do?"

"Look for Iluli and Strider!" Nero gritted his teeth, "No, it should be said, find Anila and Aragorn!"