The feud between elves and dwarves dates back a long, long time, when the Veras were still walking in Middle-earth.

At that time, the dwarves killed the then elven king Xing Ge because of their greed for the elven diamond, and threatened that it was Xing Ge who broke the contract, which directly led to the destruction of the most powerful elven kingdom at that time.

Of course, even the greatest hatred will dissipate over time, and during the time when the Dwarves of Durin still lived in Meria, the elves and dwarves had a honeymoon period, when the two sides traded with each other, and even created the Meria Gate, which represented the friendship between the two races.

But in the Lonely Mountain period, the relationship between the two parties took a sharp turn for the worse.

In order to miss his wife, the elf king Thranduil asked the king of the mountain at that time to help create a necklace, but the king of the mountain had already been eroded by the dragon disease, and his greed was infinitely magnified, and even on the day of delivery, he chose to go back on his word.

This was the same thing that had happened at the beginning, but Thranduil chose to forbear, so the two sides did not face each other.

It was only when Smaug invaded the Lonely Mountain that Thranduil watched all this from afar, and did not help.

Anyone who knows this history knows that the origin of everything is due to the greed of the dwarves, but the dwarves who know will not publicize it, and the dwarves who do not know will naturally resent the elves for standing by.

As for the elves, their arrogance makes them disdain to explain, and even if they do, the dwarves will probably not believe it.

As a result, the hatred grew deeper, and in the eyes of the elves, the dwarves were greedy and untrustworthy, while in the eyes of the dwarves, the elves were cold-blooded and arrogant.

So, when the elven cavalry drove the Orcs to the dwarves, each dwarf raised his weapon, and his face was full of hostility.

"Calm down!"

Gandalf raised his staff: "They're here to help us!" ”

Thorin ignored him, the dwarf wouldn't believe this kind of nonsense, he said in a deep voice: "Be alert, if they dare to make the first move, don't be polite, let them see how powerful we are!" ”

After all, Middle-earth is a place where the gods watch, and the dwarves and elves are both races created by the gods, and even if they are feuding, they can't do it directly like they did with the Oaks.

An elf rode out of the cavalry ranks, with a slender build, black hair, and a hairline rarely seen among elves.

This did not make him look old, but rather more calm and intelligent than the other elves.

"Mithrandier!"

With a smile on his face, he rolled off his horse.

Just as Gandalf's name is Shakun in the Dwarven language, Gandalf has a unique name in the Elven language, Mithlandil.

It means the Grey Robe Saint.

"I heard the news that a large group of Orcist cavalry had come down from the Misty Mountains, and you were about to pass through the trolls woods, so I came to pick you up."

He looked at the dwarves and saw that their injuries, some of them were even fatal, but they were all alive: "Your team exudes an uncomfortable aura, this is not the dwarves I remembered. ”

"There was some accident." Gandalf glanced at Townsend and said, "They didn't fall into darkness, it was a curse... We'll talk about that later. ”

"Cursed? I've never seen one, but I might be able to help them figure it out. ”

Elrond and Gandalf spoke in Elven language, and none of the dwarves present understood it.

"What is he talking about?" Shalin muttered, "He took one look at us, and I feel he had bad intentions, Townsend, take out the big baby and let me smash his head flat with a hammer!" ”

Townsend ignored the female dwarf who was only thinking about the Mithril Hammer and the fight, he could understand the elven language, and he could see that the elf on the other side had no ill will towards the dwarf.

It's not enthusiastic, though.

"Elrond, my friend." Gandalf replied in Elven language, "I was about to take them to the Glen to ask for your help. ”

The elf named Elrond smiled and said, "The dwarves don't seem to be happy to see me. ”

He turned his gaze to Thorin, who was standing at the front of the dwarven formation, and instead of using Elven language, he said in lingua franca: "Thorin, son of Thorein, I have heard of you. ”

"We shouldn't have met." Thorin grimaced.

"You have the style of a grandfather, and I have known Thurol since he was the king of the mountain." Elrond still said politely.

"Really? My grandfather didn't say a word about you. Thorin Oakshield was just a sneer.

Elrond was not angry, but kept his temper and smile.

"This is Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, whose ancestors date back to the original Elven King and the descendants of the hero Belen and the Elven Princess Lucien." Gandalf took two steps forward and introduced in a melodious tone:

"Thorin Oak Shield, your prejudice against elves should not be imposed on the elves of the valley and Elrond, he is an ancient and friendly wise man."

"In my opinion, elves are all the same." Solin said: "On the surface, you are sanctimonious, who knows what you have in mind?" ”

Gandalf slammed his staff to the ground, "Thorin, stop making such dwarven stubbornness, your arrogance will hurt you one day. ”

He walked over and whispered:

"If we want to go to the Lonely Mountain, then Lord Elrond is one of the few people who can read the map on you."

"You don't want to be powerless in the face of the gate of Erebo that has been closed by the evil dragon after you arrive at the Lonely Mountain, right?"

Thorin's face froze, only this matter was his weakness.

He carried a map and a key with him, which was the back door to the dwarven city of Erebo in the lonely mountains, but the gate forged by the dwarves was invisible when closed, and even if he was a dwarven royal, he did not know where the gate was, and the only record was the map.

Unfortunately, no one here could read the picture.

Elrond saw Thorin Oakshield's hesitation and smiled, "This place is full of Orcs, not a place to talk. ”

"If the future king of the mountain doesn't mind, welcome to the valley, and I will prepare a grand banquet for you."

"Banquet?!" Chili, who was standing next to Thorin, had a light in his eyes.

"This elf doesn't seem to be unreasonable." He whispered to Thorin in a dwarven voice, "And, we do need information on the map. ”

"Don't take it lightly, Chili." Thorin also whispered, "Always be wary of elves. ”

"Once there is anything wrong with these valley elves, we will directly make a big fuss and kill them!" He touched the wound on his chest: "Anyway, we are now immortal. ”

Elrond glanced at him with a meaningful look in his eyes, and turned his horse.

"Fool, Elrond is more knowledgeable than you think."

Gandalf hurriedly followed, scolding as he went:

"People can understand dwarven language!"