"If it were other creatures, Your Majesty would definitely be wary. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but you are an elf. Gardo, who had found that the elven king had relented, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and responded with a smile: "How could an elf do such a thing?"

"Not necessarily. In the whole of Yiya, the first to kill your fellow clan was your Noel elves. The elves who left the two young children of Dio, the High King of Sindar, starved to death in the jungle, are also from your Noldor tribe. Such a cruel attack on a 6-year-old elven child, none of the species below Sauron has ever done such a thing to their kind. ”

Even Thranduil didn't know how the hatred in the depths of this memory could suddenly come out, could it be because Gardo was the black-haired Noldor? But as long as he thought about what happened to the Supreme Clan of Sinda, the Elven King's anger could not be suppressed. He sneered and said to Gardo, who lowered his head: "Look, Noldor, who is ruthless to children, actually has the courage to ask other elves to be true and good?"

"It is precisely because of the precedent of the Noldor that we should discipline ourselves all the more!" to Thrandier's surprise, Gal did not respond with silence at the mention of the disaster caused by the Noldor. Although I couldn't stop sighing in my heart: The Elf King's temper is really bad. One moment it was pleasant, the next moment it was stormy. Accompanying such a king is really like what humans say, "accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger". Gardo still blushed and whispered: "That's true." After the battle of rage, the Noldor elves are all on alert. Countless Noldor stayed in Zhongzhou as a gesture of atonement, contributing to the turbulent continent to cleanse themselves of their sins. ”

"Is that really the case? The whole of Zhongzhou knows that you Noldor have caused a great deal of trouble to King Sedan. Until now, the Noldor of the Linton Kingdom is still divided into factions, and every time a meeting is held, they have to compete for high and low. Looking at Gardo, who had begun to fall silent, Thranduil asked with interest, "Which faction are you? Fëanor or Finn, or are you a loyal follower of one of their descendants?"

"My faith in Iru has never changed, and I have always been a loyal follower of the Creator. Gardo raised his head and looked directly at the Elven King, his resolute attitude making him no less imposing than the seated King.

Perhaps that's why Serdan has appointed you as an emissary?" Thranduil nodded with satisfaction, but said in a stern tone, "Find an opportunity to talk to your Noldor kindred, don't think that King Serdan is open-minded and does whatever he wants. Although he was not of the Noldor tribe and was preoccupied with Uomu's orders, he could not change the fact that Serdan was the king of Linton. As the same king and related to Sedan, I don't mind taking action for the elders of the kinship, so that the creatures who dare to challenge the royal power can be taught the lessons they deserve. ”

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Although it was a rough meeting, Serdan's emissary did a good job of completing his mission, and realized the hegemony of the king of the woodlands over the royal power. Gardo, who didn't pay much attention to the Woodland Kingdom, couldn't understand why the king, whose power was still restricted by the Wood Elf Council, could be so confident when he was chosen. While secretly reminding himself to pay more attention to dealing with the Elven King in the future, he once again introduced the topic to the coalition side. Fortunately, the Elven King once again gave the right words.

"Even if all the leaders of the elves want to join forces, of course I dare not disobey them. However, I don't want to get involved in the Emperor's side. With a mocking smile, Thranduil waved for Gardo to sit down. "I will not intervene in the affairs of the coalition forces, only to facilitate the implementation of this by the encircling forces. ”

Considering that as long as the dwarf king acted on the side of the besieging army, whether the elven king participated or not would not have much of an impact, Gardo was not suspicious. Only when he got up to leave the table, he reminded again: "Please pay attention to the dynamics of the Human Legion and find a way to prevent them from entering Gondor." ”

"You should worry about whether your Majesty will be able to convince the Emperor to agree to the alliance. The elven king, holding his glass alof, responded with a meaningful smile in response, watching Gardo leave with a frown.

Three days later, when Elrond and Furnor arrived at the forest to recuperate, the shiplord put down the wooden parts in his hand and changed into a light robe. While Serdan waited for the arrival of the Giant Eagle, the Emperor also sent several horsemen with his own letters to enter Gondor first. Through a letter written by the Emperor himself, Merendil knew that the Emperor would arrive at the gates of Gondor at noon in two days. As mentioned by the Emperor of People, he asked Merandil to immediately start arranging the camp of the Arnol legion in the Kingdom of Gondor, but King Gondor did not pay attention to it at all.

The Human Emperor really wanted to lead his troops directly into Gondor, which was not unexpected by other kings. But will he be able to move the entire legion into Gondor? Knowing that the Human Emperor was about to face King Sedan's obstruction, Merandil was not worried. In the past few days, the Elf King, who was hiding behind the Dwarf King, had also arranged all his subordinates, and was waiting for the Human Emperor Legion to enter the siege war zone.

The play is about to reach its climax, and the most important protagonist still does not take the existence of the Gondor to heart, and Merandiel, who has been planning for eight years, foresees the end of the play. While still lamenting that the human monarchy would be divided, King Gondor motioned for his wife to begin mending her torn robes.

The two kings of Lonely Mountain and Woodland have done so much for me, and I must play the role of the oppressed king and live up to what they have done. Looking at the robes with two large patches, Melendil walked out and said to the officials who were dying: "Early the morning after tomorrow, you will follow me to the encirclement cordon to welcome the arrival of the emperor. ”

The Gondor officials did not let their king know the outcome too late. From the moment the order to greet the Emperor was given, all the officials moved like the encircling army stationed at the gate of Mordor. As all sorts of strange and hard-to-refuse letters of absence were sent to Merandiel, he guessed how bleak the Emperor would be facing Gondor.

Two days later, early in the morning, only a dozen officials who were unsure of whether even Merandil would call the wrong name stood in front of him. Looking at the sparse team around him, Merendil shook his head and walked towards the encirclement zone. There were at least a dozen Arnoel officials who had been asked away from Gondor by the populace. Calling them together will at least ensure that the number of people who greet the ceremony can barely be seen. After all, he is the emperor of people, and in front of elves and dwarves, he can't let his cousin lose face too much. So, King Gondor, who led a dozen officials to the war zone, saw the elf king riding on a horned deer from a distance.

As Melandil approached, he looked at the Elven King, who hadn't touched his armor for more than two years, with some astonishment. While he was a little frightened at the other's fierceness that seemed to be covered in spikes all over his body, the serious-looking blonde king completely ignored his presence, and all the attention was on the dwarven soldiers passing by.