"It's not just what you say. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In addition to not being able to leave as the High King, Isild will disappear into the history of the Elves. Obviously he found that the other party had drawn his saber, but Serdan had no intention of resisting. He looked at each other sadly, and said with teary eyes: "In the history of elves, the genealogy of the Noldor royal family, and the history books of the Kingdom of Linton, there will never be an elf like Isild again. ”

"Why? Why be so cruel to Isild?" Furnor, who was so struck by the facts that he almost fainted, staggered a few steps, and finally regained his ability to attack with gritted teeth. Holding the saber against the motionless neck of Sedan, the compassion in her tone made her attack seem completely impactless. "He's the only blood in Gilgalad, and I don't believe you don't have a trace of affection for him. Why did you make such a decision?"

"It's not my decision, it's the decision of all the people of Linton. Of course, I'm in favor of it too. King Sedan, who had lived for nearly 10,000 years, couldn't help but burst into tears, closed his eyes and said slowly: "We don't want to see any living beings holding the history of the elves in a few hundred years and using the cause of Isilde's death as a joke after dinner. I don't want the image of the Supreme King to be polluted in the slightest. Don't forget, kid, that in addition to elves, there are also humans and dwarves in Middle-earth. Hundreds of years from now, who among the living humans and dwarves will peruse all of Prince Noldor's records and give Isild the fairest judgment? Who will remember Prince Noldor's precious kindness? They will only be impressed by the prince's bizarre death, and will continue to mention it in ridicule and laughter, in order to show off their ridiculous 'erudition' or irresponsible 'opinion'. You have to admit that most creatures in this world will only judge a certain creature based on one impression or one sentence. We don't want to hear any superficial judgments about Isild in a few hundred years, and we don't want irresponsible superficial judgments to affect the High King. ”

"Gilgalad doesn't care about superficial comments, and neither does Isilde. Slowly removing the saber against the other man's neck, Vernorr half-crouched beside Sedan, saying something that even he felt powerless.

"But we care. Drying away his tears, Serdan slowly got up. With looking out of the window, no longer having to see the other party's actions, he successfully restored the strength that a king should have. "The greatest emperor and the kindest crown prince have reached the Temple of Mandus, and naturally they don't care. But what about the Noldor elves who are still in this land? Don't you think it's too cruel to let them endure the superficial judgments of other races against the High King and Prince? ”

After a brief silence, heavy footsteps disappeared outside the tent. Defeated and saddened again, Serdan let out a long sigh and suddenly understood why she had given the power and the Ring of the Wind to someone else.

She had already seen through it, through the king's helplessness and pain. Serdan muttered as he walked over to the desk, where there were piles of letters taller than him to deal with. Linton's steps to withdraw from the camp, the setting of the return route, the walls of the royal city are still waiting for repair materials, and where is the dry food of the Noldor elves on the upcoming return......

And his favorite wooden tools have been drowned in official letters of varying sizes.

"Tell the officials to go to the account. Finding his tools from the pile of letters, Serdan raised his voice and called out to the attendants who were passing by the window, "Bring these letters over and let them write their opinions and show them to me." ”

Elrond, who had been waiting outside King Linton's tent for a long time, got up and saw Vernor. The two elves were stunned when they heard Sedan's words, and immediately signaled with their eyes that the other party had something to say, and then quickly left one after the other.

"Take me to the prince's resting place, honorable lord. After walking a few dozen steps, Vernoll said in a sad tone: "There is nothing I can do with a useless body other than to clear his resting place." Perhaps it was a mistake when the High King sent me to Prince Noldor. ”

"Why are you doing this? It's not all your fault. Having long known that Isild would not have a single word in the history of the elves, Elrond spoke out as he hurried forward, only to receive a silent response from the other party. After arriving at the place where Prince Noldor was buried, and waiting for the other party to kneel in a weeping voice to complete the highest mourning rites, and slowly restrain his grief, the wise man dared to open his mouth again.

"Are you trying to get Serdan to agree to give me the Ring of the Wind by using the phrase of maintaining the balance of power or restraining the temptation of the Ring?" subconsciously looked at the ring in his hand, and Elrond couldn't understand why his tone contained a hint of respect. Personally, he would prefer to be friends with Vernault on the same level. "Looks like I'm letting you down. The Lord of the Rings......

"It's not all your fault to give you back what you just said. Vernoll sniffled, took a deep breath, and looked west.

The closest to Valinor's Western Ocean, where I had never been, and how many novelties awaited me?Giving a farewell salute to each other, Vernor said slowly, "I'm afraid only Iluvita knows how much the temptation of the Lord of the Rings really is. None of us are gods, and if we try our best to get such an outcome, we can say that everyone is at fault, and it can be said that no one is wrong. It's an honor to meet you. I hope to have the opportunity to meet you again. ”

Elrond didn't have a chance to say anything to persuade her to stay, and Vernorr paused his departure. Just because the sound of the horn that looms in the cold wind is unique to the woodland kingdom. The last time the trumpet was sounded, it was when King Aurifell was confirmed to have disappeared before the Black Gate.

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Hearing the sound of the horn, Eros, who was chasing the enemy army well, immediately led all the woodland archers to hurry back, and just after passing through the Linton barracks, he met Dewen, who was leading the officials in a hurry.

"Don't go back to the camp, hurry up and take the archers to Lord Elrond. Please, tie him up, and be sure to get him back to His Majesty for treatment. Dewen was drenched in cold sweat, and the corners of his mouth trembled when he spoke.

"What's wrong with Your Majesty?" the archers, who were trembling with anxiety, couldn't help it, and asked Eros ahead of him, regardless of the punishment for violating his throne.

Although after the expulsion of the Black Gate, all the Wood Elves were hesitant and suspicious in the face of the fact that their relatives had died. But after enjoying a stable life on the battlefield for a few years, the archers who took a back seat had only minor injuries and never died for several years, which made the wood elves understand the truth of "a war for ten years of peace", and also understood how great their king was.