"Ringu is bald! If he ...... again! I wouldn't mind waiting until this war is over to besiege Rivendell!"

Feeling that his surroundings were empty, Thranduil had already left with his chin raised. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He spread his hands at the back of the king of the forest, and muttered, "That sounds like a very serious problem! He's a lord, you're a king, and it's okay for him to bow his head first. ”

Neither wise man will run away from problems, even on the battlefield. Taking advantage of Thrandil's lunch gap, Elrond managed to get around him with a few orcs. The king of the woodlands, who looked at people with his chin, didn't even bother to give him a look, and ate the food on his plate intently. Even if an enemy stretched out his knife in front of him, he just dodged sideways with his plate, looking at this frame, it was obvious that Elrond would clear the field quickly.

Silently scolding in his heart, "You can't kill me with your jaw", Elrond quickly dealt with the enemy, and by the way, moved the box that Thranduil used as a dining table to a place where the soldiers were more concentrated. The king of the woodlands, who had received high dining etiquette since childhood, shook his head and sat down with his plate very reluctantly. As he passed by Elrond, the graceful king did something that was so unworthy of his identity that he stepped crookedly, and he stumbled and was about to fall.

Elrond subconsciously reached out to try to hold him, but he didn't want Thranduil's reaction to be quicker. Before he could notice it, he was grabbed by the other party by a strand of hair.

How could the hair withstand the tall Elven King?Thranduil fell to the ground solidly, but looked at the strand of black hair in his hand and smiled secretly. Of course, he didn't forget to find the perfect excuse for himself to appease Elrond, whose mouth was twitching.

"Hey. I'm sorry, great herald. You know, I really didn't expect to fall, so I grabbed it and ......."

"That's enough! Elrond resisted the feeling of heartache, and said to Thranduil as calmly as possible: "Elves have different preferences! ”

One day 2490 years later, Vernor lay on the bed and said coquettishly: "This stump is uncomfortable without a meat pad. Thranduil, who had dropped everything he was doing as quickly as he could, and ran to bed with a cheer of "Here comes the meat pad," thought of Elrond's words. While muttering proudly in his heart with disdain, "Your lady is delicate and the whole world knows it, but my Vernoll is delicate and only I can see it", and gently picked up Vernoer's left leg and kissed it, and then carefully placed it on his high pouting buttocks.

Of course, this is only the future. Now Thranduil thought about this sentence for a while, and when he wanted to say something more, he found that Elrond had already run a few dozen meters away. He didn't know that he had missed the opportunity to learn about Vernor's "eye magic" thousands of years in advance, but instead he saw Isild approaching. I have been receiving two other battlefields that have gone so smoothly that it is beyond imagination, and an idea that is so bold that even I was shocked jumped out.

Thranduil greeted him with a wicked smile. "Noble Noldor Elven Prince, how about we make a bet?"

"Haha. With such a fierce battle, you still have the leisure to play the game. Isild let out a hearty laugh, and the sun illuminated his green cheeks. "Wow, what does the King of the Forest want to bet with me?"

They raised their hands almost simultaneously to finish off several enemies, and Thranduil pointed at his saber. "Just plug that orc wall. In ten days, your father will send me a letter of state, and I will tear down the wall. Do you dare to bet?"

"I'm sure you'll lose this time! Wisdom will never leave my father, and he will never overturn this perfect wall. What do you want to bet on? ”

The summoned deer happened to be beside Thrandil, and he rolled over to the deer and motioned for Isild to follow. An envious Thranduil rode closely behind, and the noblest of the two new generations came to the orc walls.

"Isild, how many cavalry did the High King give you to control?"

"Three-thousand, what's wrong?" Isild, the elven prince of Noldor, who had a father who loved him as much as Thranduil, and who grew up under his father's protection, would never have imagined that he was about to be used by his friend, the king of the forest. He frankly informed the other party of the real data, and also decided the tragic fate of these 3,000 Noldor cavalry.

"Bet on the right to use the 3,000 cavalry!...... 3 days. How's it going?" Thranduil's blue eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned up triumphantly. "If I lose, I'll give it to you. ”

Ishild was so happy that he almost jumped off his horse, "Deal!" and very ceremoniously summoned the record countries of the two countries, made the gamble in triplicate in official documents, and handed it to Thranduil with the special seal of Prince Noldor. "In triplicate, you have all stamped the seal of the Great Green Forest, I have one, you have one, and the other copy will be sent to my father to keep the bottom. Don't look back. ”

The enthusiasm for the deer led Isild to escalate the gamble into a national agreement, which Thranduil expected and was more than willing to see.

"Don't worry. Thranduil pinched the seal of the king of the woodland with his slender fingers, and stamped it heavily on the official document. After doing all this, he looked at the king's tent fluttering in the great green forest flag, and silently said in his heart: "Fornor, for the majesty of the king of the woodland, for the sake of getting rid of the endless coercion, you will forgive me."

Essidor, the crown prince of the northern kingdom of Arnol, has just returned from Minas Ithil.

As part of the final alliance's plan to besiege Balard, Aritan and Zilyan, two grandsons of King Elendil of Arnor and two sons of Essidor, were sent to reclaim Minas Ihir, the rear of Sauron's army. Worried, Essidor chose to set off for Minas Ishil at the same time as his two sons, and it was not until the war in Minas Ishil had calmed down a little that Essidor hurried back to King Arnol's military camp.

He got a lot wrong about this trip, and this time, he didn't miss the most important meeting of the final alliance to surround Ballard - the Battle of the Black Gate.

It was not so much a discussion meeting as a meeting to denounce the drag of the Black Gate battle. All of the nations in the alliance questioned the lack of progress in the Black Gate War, and even began to blame the "Orc Barrier", which they had praised as a myth just a few days earlier. All living beings unanimously believe that it is precisely because of the existence of the strong orc barrier that the woodland army feels secure, and contrary to the core idea of "three forces in one" of the Ballard siege, they chose the attitude of "slowly drawing it" to delay the progress of the siege.