Morgoth is extremely good at intrigue and lies, and his lies are so unguardable that you will be in the game before you know it. He knew very well that he could not easily defeat the coalition army, which was like an iron bucket. By the same token, it will not be easy for the coalition to defeat him. At the very least, on the battlefield where the fire demons and dragons exist, it is difficult for the coalition to achieve victory. Although he almost failed a few times, the final outcome still showed a chance for him to breathe and regroup his forces.

He defied the big picture of humans and some elves, and in fact he quietly inquired about everything when the war was briefly over. The results made him look down on some elves, humans and dwarves even more. He believes that this part of the short-sighted people lost the best opportunity to defeat him in one fell swoop, but gave him the opportunity to regroup again. The results of several times made Morgoth laugh happily alone in the temple of Angban.

After spreading rumors among the coalition ranks, he quietly crossed the line set up by the coalition army and headed south by moonlight. His dark shadow roams the elves, humans, and dwarves. He has been blinded by the above-mentioned tricks, which have blinded the eyes of those who are deceived by him. He always knew what words to use to awaken the darkness and evil in the hearts of these creatures. He was always able to achieve his goals in the most insignificant, and at the same time, the most incomprehensible and ingenious methods.

His lies and his plots spread rapidly among the elves. The method used is still the same, but Morgoth has the ability to convey the thoughts of his words to the hearts of the people he wants to convey in the most simple language and technique. And, plant a seed of darkness and evil in their hearts, and wait for it to grow and ferment slowly.

And all this, whether it is elves, humans or dwarves, they do not know that their seemingly impregnable defenses have long since been torn apart in the shadows. The comrades who fought side by side began to distrust their close comrades-in-arms and partners around them. This distrust is natural, and after the lies are brewed and fermented, they are like sweet and refreshing wines that gradually become mellow with the passage of time. However, behind this mellow fragrance, there is a sweet deadly poison.

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Although in the north, a staggering number of multi-ethnic coalitions are maintained in the Terror Mountains. Their presence provides a safe guarantee for the West, for the home of all intelligent life. In particular, they defeated the evil invasion of Morgoth several times, which made the existence of this army regarded by the people as a talisman and a guardian spirit. Among them, the commanders of this army, several elven kings, human heroes, and dwarven lords, their deeds and lives are talked about. Their glorious deeds and heroic legends were sung everywhere by the bards, and their figures and appearances were also recorded in the annals of history for future generations to admire and worship.

Therefore, what happened to the front, how it was in the north, in fact, after many victories of the coalition forces, was not paid attention to by the people. As usual, they rose and rested, unaffected by the war. In the same way, in their hearts, they are not at all worried about the danger that may arise from the war in the north.

And in Doriath, this beautiful land, a land of peace and tranquility, has not changed in the slightest as it did hundreds of years ago. Although in the north there is the haze of war, there is death. However, there is no denying that even in dark places, there will always be light. In the same way, even in the land where the haze of death looms, there is still hope and light. In the long history of elves for thousands of years, there is a story that will be talked about by the people of Middle-earth in the future, and this story has created a whole new race, half-elves! They are a hybrid of humans and elves, and as they grow up, they will be faced with a choice. That is, do you choose to inherit the "destiny" belonging to humans or choose to inherit the "destiny" belonging to the elves?

If a half-elf chooses to become a human after growing up, he will lose his eternal life as an elf. In the same way, if he chooses the fate of the elves, he will enjoy the immortal life that belongs to the elves, and will not be troubled by diseases and will not be limited by longevity. And the appearance of the half-elf will involve two extremely important characters, who are the protagonists of the story. Their love story is embraced by the people of Middle-earth. At the same time, it is also considered by the elves to be the most beautiful story, which is undoubtedly the love story of Belen and Lucian.

Belen, an Edenic of the Beo family, is the son of Beremir of the Beo family and Adanielle of the Marrich family. Lucien, on the other hand, is the daughter of Eru Singh and Maia Merian, and her appearance is rare in the world, and she is one of the children of Iluvita that no one can match. Belén inadvertently entered the realm of Doriath, the Forest of Nildores. He wandered through the forest, and in doing so, he met Lucien.

The first time he saw Lucien, he was fascinated by her. In the bright moon of the early evening, Lucien danced by a river. Her dancing was so holy and beautiful, and Lucien danced happily in the white moonlight. And Belen was fascinated by Lucian's beautiful dancing like that, and Lucien didn't notice that anyone was spying on her. Belen forgot everything in Lucien's beautiful dance, forgot all the unpleasantness, and he looked blankly at the dancing figure in the moonlight, just as Elu Singar had been under the spell of Merian. Her blue garments were like a cloudless clear sky, and her gray eyes were like the twinkling sky of the evening stars; Her cloak was embroidered with golden flowers, and her hair was as black as a shadow in the twilight. Her glory and beauty are like the light on the leaves, like the gurgling stream, like the stars twinkling above this blurry world; There was a sparkle on her face.

But she vanished from his sight, and like a man under a spell, he tried to call but could not make a sound; He wandered the forest for a long time, frantically searching for her like an alert beast. Because he didn't know her name, he could only keep calling her "Tinuvier" in his heart, Nightingale, Twilight's daughter. His distant glances, her images like the leaves of a tree in the autumn wind and the twinkling stars on the top of a mountain on a winter night, have haunted him from now on.