Start with the Eye of Sauron

"Old friend, do you think it is possible to reverse the current battle situation?"

Saruman stood beside Gandalf helplessly, he naturally knew what the gray robe wizard was thinking.

Looking at Saruman's expression, Gandalf also understood something, he was silent for a while, and changed the current topic.

"You don't need these people in front of you, Soros himself will find a way to destroy the Lord of the Rings, or throw it far away."

Gandalf's words shocked Saruman.

"Why is this?"

"What Soros longs for is not the energy that is invincible in the world and can dominate the world. From the beginning to the end, he was not controlled by the Lord of the Rings, because he didn't have that kind of thinking at all."

Gandalf turned and looked at Saruman who was glowing with white light.

"My old friend, you have followed Soros to build the Angor Kingdom for so long, and you have never understood what he really thinks?"

"He has been building various weapons and planting fields in preparation for the unification of Middle-earth."

Saruman's firm voice sounded, but Gandalf shook his head silently. Saruman's answer was far from what he had guessed.

"No, he's preparing for a carefree life of all races."

"You have never understood him. Power is not what he desires. It's just that in order to achieve those goals, he must hold it in his hands."

"That's why I ran for him, to beg the human race and the elf race, not to use weapons rashly, and peace is the most important thing."

"One day, Soros will unify Middle-earth. At that time, this story is not over yet, and the relationship between him and Sauron will be thoroughly dealt with."

"This day will come soon..."

The wise man, Saruman, fell into deep thought after hearing Gandalf's words.

Perhaps, the direction he was interested in was wrong from the very beginning.

"The Lord of the Rings is not so easy to deal with, Sauron, let alone so easy to deal with."

Hearing this, Gandalf took a deep breath and stared at Saruman seriously.

"So, my old friend."

"Are you serving Soros or Sauron?"

Seeing Saruman who was really lost in thought, Gandalf came to the bottom of the city wall, called on the white horse, and galloped in the direction of the coalition forces. . .

In the camp of the coalition army, someone soon saw him coming, and the soldiers guarding the tent quickly entered the tent to report.

From last night until now, Aragorn was still sitting in front of the bonfire. He fiddled with the bonfire from time to time, glanced at Gandalf who had come to the tent, and then lowered his head again.

Not noticing Aragorn outside, Gandalf walked directly into the camp.

"Thranduil, how is the situation of the coalition forces?"

Looking at Thranduil sitting behind the tent, Gandalf leaned on his staff and walked over.

"Aren't you here to find out about the military situation?"

Thranduil sneered, and looked at Gandalf in front of him. Legolas next to him had a complicated look on his face. He lowered his head to persuade him when he heard this.

"Father."

Thranduil stood up and looked at Gandalf seriously.

"What the hell are you here for?"

"Even though I know that this is really impossible, I still want to invite Your Majesty."

"Stop this meaningless fight, take your clansmen and go westward."

Thranduil looked at Gandalf expressionlessly, standing still.

The camp fell into silence, and the oppressive atmosphere made people mad.

"Now, we will not retreat unless Soros hands over the Lord of the Rings directly to us, and dismisses all the half-orcs in the wasteland and Modo."

At some point, Elrond came out from behind and came in front of Gandalf.

"Old Gan, I don't know why you always want to protect that demon king. Sometimes I really wonder if you really became a member of Modo."

Haldir looked at Gandalf coldly, Thranduil shrugged indifferently and looked at Gandalf.

"I've seen everyone's attitude towards you. While you are still in Middle-earth and still have a good impression, don't humiliate yourself and get out of here."

"Elves don't deserve to die in this battle, neither humans nor dwarves."

Gandalf blushed, and said these words aloud.

"Go on."

Thranduil looked at Gandalf expressionlessly, and Gandalf picked up his strength and uttered the last sentence.

"Not even half-orcs!"

"Then I have nothing to say, see off."

Thranduil turned his back, and two elf guards stepped forward, looked at Gandalf, and gestured please.

"One day, you will regret this decision, and that day is not far away."

Instead of roaring and saying this, Gandalf's tone was very low, as if he had been drained of all his strength, he turned around and walked out of the tent with the two elf guards.

A thick layer of snow has already been laid outside the camp, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Standing by the tent, looking at Gandalf who had just left the tent, Aragorn wriggled his throat, wanting to say something.

Gandalf walked slowly to the side of the white horse, got on the horse, patted it lightly, and the horse began to walk towards the opposite bank.

Walking to the bridge, Gandalf felt someone chasing after him.

"Aragorn?"

Aragorn on horseback came to Gandalf's side.

"The current situation is not what you and I want to see. Now, it seems that there is no room for recovery."

"We will fight Mordo's army to the end, Gandalf, tell me what you really think."

Looking at the clear-eyed Aragorn, Gandalf raised his lips slightly.

"Your Majesty, there is no darkness ahead, and the dawn is just around the corner. Stick to the belief in your heart, and don't let everything in front of you blind your eyes."

"Your decision is related to the life and death of Gondor. The people of Gondor need you. They will always need you, the real King of Gondor."

Watching Gandalf's back slowly leaving, Aragorn pulled his horse and stood quietly beside the wooden bridge.

The Poros River slowly froze again, and the scenes of bloody battles between races were erased by nature at will. . .

A week later, the coalition forces came across the Poros River again. Looking at the well-groomed defenders above, the leaders walked ahead and counted the soldiers behind them.

It is impossible for the coalition forces to retreat, only to die in battle.

Thranduil silently made this vow when Gandalf left, and now he stands before the elves, ready to let them move forward again.

"My father has changed."

Legolas looked at the seemingly calm Thranduil, the longbow in his hand trembling unnaturally. . .