[Lord of the Rings] Dragon and Elf King

Thranduil and Jolatin walked briskly in this huge and empty city.Although the shouts of killing were shaking the sky outside, the mountains and buildings perfectly isolated the outside sounds. Here, it was like a dead city shrouded in darkness.

All the half-orcs who used to live here have gone to the battlefield outside the gate of Moria, only the Balrog that no one dares to disturb and the ogre who died at the sight of the light are still huddled in the depths of Moria, no matter who they change as this The masters of this city, they can live safely in the shadow of this great city and exist forever.

"Okay, now the exit is blocked, the Balrog is behind, how do we get out now?" Jiao Lading lowered his voice and asked as he walked, "Are we going to go through the gate?"

"There is a war outside the gate, full of orcs and dwarves, if you can go out from there without being discovered, then I admire." Thranduil's mouth raised an arc, bringing out the fact that he often doesn't think about it. Although it was ridiculed by his teasing words, he still explained: "There are many exits in Moria, whether they are secret passages or others. But opening them requires a little skill."

This guy, obviously looked all kinds of cunning and cool back then, but after getting along for a long time, he realized that this dragon doesn't even have a brain when it can't use its own brain!

"Well, I remember. When Moria was still called Khasad-dum, because of the establishment of Erejan, Kassad-dum expanded westward, and the elves also began to establish friendly relations with dwarves. It was at that time that the elves participated in the construction of Khasad-dum. How do you think I would know?"

Thranduil's words are very clear. The elves participated in the construction back then, so they naturally know the secrets inside.And because of the dwarf's lifespan and other people's reasons, many secrets have become eternal secrets. Even the dwarves themselves have forgotten them, but the elves still remember them.

The string in the pocket choked Thranduil's wrist, leaving a long and conspicuous red mark on his fair skin.So feeling uncomfortable, he turned his wrist around, let the string of the bag slide down his wrist, and at the moment it was about to fall out of his palm, he grabbed it and let the long pocket side of the bag directly Wrapped around his hands a few times.

Much more comfortable now.Thranduil breathed a sigh of relief.Jiao Lating picked out some gold utensils and died again.If you pick some gems, which are easy to hold and light, that would be great.

Dragon's hobby, really beg to differ.Thranduil shook his head inwardly.

If Jiao Ladin knows this, there will be another boring debate about whether gold is more attractive or the white gemstone of Thranduil is more attractive.It's a pity that Jolatin didn't have mind reading skills, and he didn't even observe Thranduil's expression. He just tilted his head, as if he was recalling those long memories belonging to the second era.

For a while, Jolatin, who seemed to have thought of something, showed a smile, but after a while, she rolled her eyes and said with some hesitation: "But isn't Irejan the kingdom of the Noldor elves?" And Serendi You, are you not a nobleman of Sindar?

"Yes, Irejan has long been destroyed, but the Noldor still exist." Sauron destroyed Irejan, but it is impossible to destroy the elves!

"So, even if the dwarves don't remember it now, you still remember it. Isn't this feeling painful?" Jiao Lading suddenly felt a little panicked, and she unconsciously asked what she felt in her heart.

"Pain?" Thranduil suddenly laughed: "In a long life, you can remember some of the most important things to yourself, or find some fun when you have nothing to do. This is the way to live for a long time without being boring. The secret, right? Especially when you see someone who used to be arrogant, or his descendants, holding back the bad temper and resentment passed down to their ancestors, but still have to pull their faces to beg you for help, this feeling. Heh." Thranduil recalled the haughty Sol who was sitting on the throne of the king of the kingdom below the mountain, and then thought of his down-and-out grandson who was captured into his palace, and his tone was indifferent.But after he finished speaking, he gave Jiao Lading a strange look: "But why are you saying this so strangely, as if you are not a long-lived race? After all, you must have lived for at least one era."

Jiao Lating was silent, the sadness just now, the sadness about the race, the kind of feelings of sadness and sorrow, didn't seem like what she would say at all, she really... became more and more strange.

"Ah." Jiao Lating replied thoughtfully, and began to think.

This situation has become more and more frequent in recent decades.This is not a good sign.It made her feel as if something was about to break out of the ground.Moreover, for her, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

As soon as Jiao Lating didn't speak, silence immediately spread between the two of them.Thranduil is not a talkative person, and most of the time he is a self-acting group. As long as he makes up his mind, he will definitely not be addicted to his mouth, but use thunderous means to directly carry out his decision.

Did the Balrog not follow?Thranduil's steps were long, and the rare silence allowed him to think better.The two of them walked very lightly, and their boots stepped on the ground almost silently. His mind kept spinning, thinking about all kinds of unreasonable things that happened today.

He had a premonition that this matter could not end so easily.The loud noise that directly woke up the Balrog shaking the mountain was definitely not simple.Before coming to Moria, he investigated the so-called army formed by the dwarves to take back Moria this time. He didn't think such a thing could be done with the number and equipment of the dwarves.

Who shook the mountain to wake up the Balrog, and what purpose did he have.

Thranduil had a doubtful candidate almost instantly, the Sauron who hadn't planned to let them go for decades.But what about doubts, he couldn't just lead the army into his lair just because of the other party's schemes against him and Jiao Lading.In this case, it is not brave, but completely ignorant.

Jolatine and Thranduil were thinking about their own affairs, but they were completely free from dual-tasking, and most of their attention was still on the surrounding environment.

So when there was an abnormal noise around, Thranduil reacted quickly, he directly put his arms around Jiao Ladin's waist, and led her to jump onto a collapsed boulder that should have been embedded in the dome.Dodged the stones flying around because of the strong collision.Jiao Lading's eyes, which hadn't recovered to their original shape, stared fixedly at the man who suddenly broke through the ground of the hall and appeared from the ground, holding a burning whip in his hand. That man almost appeared with flames all over his body, and was emerging from the ground. The Balrog who pulled out his last remaining leg had cold eyes.

Balrog's body was bulky and his movements were slow, but the brute force on his body allowed him to pull out his stuck foot, but this huge force also affected the entire building.The main hall, which was already unstable due to the collapse of the dome, began to shake directly due to the force of the Balrog.

"These dwarves still say that they are good at workmanship. Why did this hall shake so badly after being messed with like this!" Jiao Ladin jumped off the boulder, and Thranduil covered her head with one hand, protecting her. She tried to find cover.The stone came so suddenly that both of them forgot about the dragon scale's defense against the sky, and just used the most instinctive behavior to avoid the huge stone that fell down.

The temperature around the Balrog was very high, so when the stone fell on him, it would be scorched immediately, and it would not do any damage to him, and Jiao Lading also realized that his dragon scales were not just for show. She doesn't need to hide at all, not only can she perfectly mock Balrog's useless efforts, but she can also protect her golden beauty and show her own strength instead of being protected by him.

But this thought flashed through her mind, and before she could straighten up, Balrog's whip swung over.

Can't escape!

Thranduil saw that the situation was not good, so he could only push with his hand, pushing Jiao Latin who was still fantasizing about the beautiful scene of his hero saving the beauty, away from him.One is to distract the target, and the other is because he can't make it through.

Although Thranduil knew that as long as Joratine stood in front, according to the hardness of Joratine's dragon scales, being whipped by the Balrog was nothing, except that the cloak that was used as clothes turned into ashes once more. It was impossible to even leave marks on her body.But Thranduil's pride does not allow him to block the woman in front and hide behind her, even if this is the most sensible way, and this 'woman' is actually just a dragon inside, it won't work.

But also because of this, Thranduil lost the best time to dodge, he could only do his best to jump to the side.

It's a pity that we still haven't had time.

His hands were wrapped in the Balrog's whip.The Balrog pulled the whip forcefully, causing Thranduil to hit the ground hard.

This is really ruthless, Thranduil thought.His whole body was curled up to minimize the damage when he landed, but half of his body was still so numb that he couldn't move, and his wrist wrapped around the whip could already smell the aroma of barbecue.

This time it's really not worth the candle.Mithril is just a little bit, and it is expected that he will not be able to play when he goes out, but he will be injured because of it.How many years has he been in such a mess?Except for the time when Joratine kidnapped him.

Thranduil stretched out his foot and stuck a boulder, trying to slow down the speed at which he was being dragged by using the force of friction.The temperature of the main hall has already risen a lot due to the arrival of the Balrog. It is conceivable what the temperature around the Balrog is.

If it really turned into coke, it would be better to be directly cremated into ashes by Jiaolatin on the battlefield decades ago. At least he died on the battlefield. The city was directly turned into a roasted meat that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside by the Balrog... This kind of death method met other elves in Mantus, so he was embarrassed to speak up, right?

Because of Thranduil's resistance, the Balrog spewed out a series of sparks from his nose.He flicked the whip again so that Thranduil's body was thrown high, and then he was pinned to the ground hard.With this smash, Thranduil lost his ability to move. Immediately after that, he raised his hand slightly, wanting to drag Thranduil in front of him.

However, after only dragging for a few meters, the whip connecting the wrists of the Balrog and Thranduil was stepped on by a delicate and naked foot.No matter how much the Balrog pulled, he couldn't pull the whip any more.

Jiao Lating felt that the temperature of his whole body was higher than that of the flaming Balrog because of his anger.Her eyes were dark and vicious, and those eyes seemed to have put the Balrog into the most painful situation, wanting to see the loss of what he cared about the most, so that he would have to die if he wanted to survive.

Contrary to her eyes, Jiao Latin's voice was very soft, even husky with a charm, just the murderous look in the words, which made the Balrog, who was surrounded by flames all the time, almost couldn't help shivering.

"Very good, you are very courageous, Balrog. How dare you touch my things!" This is the most precious treasure that she has been carefully protecting, not allowing him to appear in the slightest wound! Now he dares to... ...How dare you do this to her!

The anger made Jiao Ladin feel like his whole body was burning.

Especially when she saw Thranduil being slammed on the ground, his curled body, dusty blond hair, frowning, eyes closed, even the usual healthy pink lips were all gone. Bloody was just licking his lips firmly, and his perfect white wrist showed the most intolerable blackness and burnt smell.

Jiao Lating suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart, and the killing intent was churning in her body, just looking for a breakthrough to vent.

"Damn you...I'll make you feel, dragon's wrath!"

The author has something to say: Seddy!Nai's bitter plan worked!Look at how sympathetic the heroine is~ I am such a precious guy, no one can bully you except me, haha~

PS: Thanks to the mines on the tiles on the roof! ! =33=