Essidor picked up his pen and wrote a letter of his own hand. The letter, which was full of flattery www.biquge.info literal meaning, was stamped with the special seal of the Kingdom of Arnor before it was handed to the High King Gilgalad. As one of the two initiators of the last alliance, Gilgalad also needed to affix the seal of the Kingdom of Linton and the seal of the High King of Noldor on official documents.

Seeing that the official document read, "The High King and King Arnor, to overthrow the walls of the Orcs in five days", the corners of Gilgalad's mouth twitched for his sons Isild and Thrandil. In the midst of the questioning of "why do you think the elf king doesn't have this ability", he knew that he had no way to stop it.

When the letter arrived, the Black Gate was closed again. The temporary disappearance of the enemy means the beginning of tactical adjustment and rest. As a righteous party, you can naturally get time to recuperate.

Thranduil and Isild stood by the orc walls reading the official documents that had been sent, one sneering confidently, the other with his mouth open for a long time.

Isild even took the official letter and shone it in the sun, confirming that the seal of the Kingdom of Linton and the High King was absolutely innocent, and then sighed and sat down against the "wall". He was not saddened by the loss of control of the three thousand cavalry for three days, but simply by the blow to the prince's pride and his ability to foresee.

Dividing the gamble into three parts and sending one to the High King was Isild's selfish intention. He thought that after letting his father know about this, even if anything changed, the High King would not let him be the losing party. I didn't expect ......

"Thrandil, are you really the elf I know?" said Isild, rubbing his eyes with his hand, helplessly, "When we first met, we stole our father's best wine together." Why can't I see that you have precognition?"

"Don't think of me so much. After wiping the blood from his armor, Thranduil smiled wryly. "A prince has to grow up to be a king. When you're crowned, you'll be like me. ”

"Okay. Willing to gamble and lose. Holding his hands to Thrandil, Isild said sincerely: "I'll teach you how to give orders to the cavalry." They're yours for the next three days. ”

Isild stretched out his hand and did not hold it for a long time. He squinted at Thranduil, who had his back to the sun. This elven king, who was regarded by the last alliance as the greatest elven king of the new generation, actually looked in the direction of the woodland king's tent and showed a sweet smile that overwhelmed the country and the city.

"No, not the next three days. He seemed anxious to get somewhere, and as he went, he turned back and smiled at Isild, "I'll come to you when I need it." ”

"Where are you in a hurry, can't you help me?" Isild was exhausted by the past few days of fighting, and the disappearance of the battle goal made him lose all motivation, and it was very difficult to even move his body.

"There's no time left. Thranduil paused, and said with some eagerness, "Your father may be coming soon, and I will hurry back to pick up an elf to attend the meeting." Just wait here for the man of the High King of Noldor to carry you. ”

This guy could have foreseen that my father was coming?

Gilgalad, the High King, who had come to the Black Gate from the war, did not want to see Thrandil.

Thinking that the meeting just now had been anticipated by the King of the Woodlands in advance, and that he had played his son in the name of gambling before the meeting, he could not help but be angry. He thought the meeting was ridiculous. A group of sanctimonious creatures deliberately ignored the hardships of the Battle of Black Gate and calculated behind their backs, and proudly sent official letters and ran out of the war to put pressure on their faces. The result? The calculated creatures already knew.

"Did he know when he made a bet with Icild?" The High King picked up the official letter of the gambling game, looked at the time marked on it, and his hands trembled a little. "This guy, his father didn't survive as much as he did. But what does he want cavalry to do? What can three thousand cavalry do? I can't even guess what he thinks?"

Gilgalad, who has participated in countless wars and played politics for thousands of years, felt a trace of fear slowly creeping up from the soles of his feet. He had no choice but to take heavy steps and walk towards his son.

And Thrandier, who hurried back to his king's tent, did not give Vernor much time. He rode on a deer and held out his hand to her: "Come with me to see the face of a politician." ”

I guarantee that after witnessing this meeting, you will be able to understand my frustration after the success of the expulsion of the Black Gate.

His sometimes noble and humble adviser chose the most suitable way to appear at the king's side, helping him to take the reins of the deer to the account. Although the deer kept rubbing its head and pouting its nose along the way to show its closeness to the tamers, it did not affect their speed.

The meeting was conducted exactly in the style that Thrandeil had imagined. Leaving the war so smooth that it was unimaginable for a while, the enthusiasm of the leaders of the major camps was all put on the strategy of mocking and despising the Black Gate War. After dozens of minutes of discussion, they finally shut down with satisfaction after seeing Thranduil's pretended angry expression.

And that's the end? Why isn't it a little less intense?

Thranduil, who had struggled to make himself look down, got what he wanted, and Vernor, who had been standing behind him, stretched out a hand and gently placed it on his back—the only thing Vernor could offer him comfort on such occasions.

Next, Anarion, the leader of the Nomenor's army, the outstanding general of the last alliance, recounted in a very objective way the negative impact of the current situation of the Black Gate on the siege of Balad. When Anarion repeated the importance of the Black Gate to the siege, Essidor stepped forward, entrusted by the High King to make the final decision and exert pressure.

"I'm sure all living beings won't deny the importance of the Black Gate. So, the great Elven King Thrandil, should you strike the final blow in order to realize the great strategy you have proposed?"

Feeling the hand behind his back tremble slightly, Thranduil rose to his feet in all the questioning eyes. "Rest assured, the barrier that dragged the back of the war in five days will be torn down. As for seeing you in Ballard in 10 days, I think it could be a little earlier. He responded to all skeptical gazes with composure, lifting his chin with great grace. "If you don't believe me, you can wait until you get the news that Kuremon has begun to drive away the enemy. Anyway, your battle is going very well, and it should be much faster to operate than Blackgate. ”