[The Lord of the Rings Hobbit] Galian is also very upset today

When the flames of war stretched thousands of miles, burning away the silence that had been indulging in Mirkwood for so many years, both Thranduil and Galian knew that their most difficult time had come.

Because of its superior geographical location, it is far away from the battlefields of various fortresses in Middle-earth.Whether it was the battle between the elves and Sauron, the conquest of the Last Alliance a thousand years later, or the heavy casualties at the foot of the Lonely Mountain in the Battle of the Five Armies, the territory of the Woodland Kingdom has never been invaded by large armies.This piece of land in the extreme north, the homeland that the spirits of wood spirits dream about, has been favored by the spirits of the great green forest for thousands of years. Time is rushing here, but it has never brought the intrusion and vicissitudes of time.They ran among the old trees, sang by the streams full of fallen flowers, and enjoyed the floating life quietly with the breeze blowing from the Anduin River.But he never thought that all the peace would be broken overnight, and he would be caught in this even short-lived, but unprecedentedly tragic blood and fire.

As early as when the first emergency document was delivered on the border, Thranduil led the army to set off from the Elven King's Hall to fight against the attack of the orc army, while Galian was forced by the king to stay in the safe palace fortress. inside.After all, let alone the state of the elves, it is no longer possible to follow him to such a dangerous battlefield. Even if it is the last guarantee, someone must stay behind them and provide everything the army needs...even, do a good job. worst plans.After the entire front line was wiped out, the Woodland Kingdom was left with the only safe haven left.

"This time you have to listen to me."

Before leaving, Thranduil seldom spoke to him in an orderly tone, looking at the Chief Steward who was stubbornly standing at the gate of the city without saying a word.And in that undeniable toughness, there is also a hint of heartbreaking pleading:

"Gally, you know your own physical condition. The woodland kingdom far away from Dol Guldur is already weak to this point. This time you go to the Black Mountain to fight, and you will definitely go deep into the dark lair. Then what will happen to you?  … At that time, even you will only become a drag on all the elves."

"..."

Although I don't want to say such hurtful words, it is an indisputable fact.As long as Galian can stay in the palace safely and not go to the kind of war that is undoubtedly fatal for him, then Thranduil can only harden his heart like this.

"...Actually, you don't have to, Your Majesty."

Fortunately, although the chief manager looked a little sad, it was rare for him to understand the elf king's painstaking efforts.As long as the king wanted it, even if he couldn't accompany Thranduil in danger, he could still persuade himself to stay where he was, waiting for a result that he had never participated in.

Lowering his head, his right hand drew an arc in front of him, and finally stopped on his left chest. Galian spoke softly.There was no emotion in the amber transparent pupils, but the brow was something Thranduil was all too familiar with, as quiet and gentle as ever:

"I'll be here waiting for your return."

……very good.

Nodding his head, he didn't have time to explore the complex emotions contained in the elf's words.Thranduil understood that as long as it was something Galian had promised, he would definitely do his best to do it.

Seeing the Elf King leading the Imperial Guards gradually disappear from sight, the Chief Steward remained silent for a while, trying to suppress the lingering worries in his heart, but turned around peacefully, and disappeared into the brightly lit corridor of the palace.

However, as a master and servant of the dense forest who has always been lucky.Sometimes a wish is just a good wish.

——After all, in this war, no one of them is destined to be spared.

……

……

The dark flames in the sky burned endlessly before his eyes.

The millennium of cultivation in the dark dense forest was destroyed, and countless towering trees were reduced to ashes in the fire.The depressing smell of blood wafted from the wind, together with the painful whine of the spirit of the big green forest, it mixed and fermented in his ears.

At this time, it was the seventh day since Thranduil left the palace, but he felt that more than seven years had passed.Fighting in their own homeland, with the blessing of the woodland king's magic and the support of the dense forest tree spirits, the wood elves did not suffer heavy casualties.However, it still makes everyone sad to see their cherished homeland being destroyed and countless familiar scenes disappearing in the vast fire.

"Which wave is this attacking? How many Oaks troops are there?"

Slowly withdrawing the knife back into its sheath, the silver armor on his body had already been stained by the blood of the enemy.Thranduil turned his head and asked Faerun indifferently, his eyes as blue as the clear sky were full of weariness for war and killing.

"The fourth wave, Your Majesty."

Answering dutifully, perhaps because Gallian is not around at the moment, he has to bear more responsibilities than usual, and Faerun also looks very tired:

"Just now we received news from Rose Lorien that Rose Lorien is also facing an attack from an army of half-orcs... Unless Dol Guldur is completely conquered, the battle we will face will never end."

"But now in the Mirkwood, of course the evil creatures are all commanded by Sauron's phantom, and the road to Naros is completely covered in darkness. No elves can push through these darkness to the high walls of the fortress, Faerun... whether it is us, or Celeborn and Galadriel."

Frowning, Thranduil replied flatly, looking at a scorched jungle in the distance.He clearly understands that as the final battle to determine the survival of Middle-earth, all parts of this land are now trying their best to resist Sauron's invasion. Dark creatures, it's really not easy to win.

Perhaps, only when the Supreme Lord of the Rings is destroyed and the darkness over the Great Green Forest dissipates, will they be able to defeat all the invaders...

——And if the expedition team fails and the Lord of Darkness gets his source of power again, then let alone the Woodland Kingdom, the whole of Arda will fall in the hands of Sauron, and it will become a barren dead zone ever since.

Thinking about it this way, although he was reluctant to entrust his fate to others, Thranduil couldn't help it this time.What's more, Legolas was also in the expedition team, escorting the ring-bearer to the dangerous land of Mordor.This is going to be difficult, even if Thranduil believes in Legolas' ability, he is really...

The eyebrows were tightened even more, and the Elf King took a deep breath, even though he was extremely worried, there was nothing he could do now.He raised his hand to signal Faerun to order the army to rest on the spot and prepare for the next storm.After all, what he is fighting for is not only his own, as long as there are people who need to protect behind him, as long as it is for the future they want, he will never fall.

-Gally...

Looking up at the sky full of stars, even though it is covered by gunpowder smoke, it is still so bright and bright.Thranduil closed his eyes lightly, as if he could outline those gentle and peaceful amber pupils at any time, engraved them in his heart over and over again, and never forgot them again.

Every tree shadow in front of his eyes is like him, and the whole world seems to be his taste, as if everything about him has been cut into pieces and scattered in the wind, no matter which direction he stretches out his hand, he can touch it, and then , holding him in his arms.

It was probably only at this time that Thranduil could clearly realize the significance of Galian to him.It was a habit engraved in his bones long ago, and it was also the other half of his life that could not be lost. He really couldn't imagine what his world would be like without his company in the long years to come.

——If they can also have such a promising future...

Then he must have already tasted the marrow and knew the taste, and he will never let go.

Thinking so lightly, missing.In the gray gunpowder smoke that filled the sky, Thranduil suddenly felt that even the pungent smell of blood in the wind was not so unbearable anymore.

However, just when he was almost indulging in this sudden peace of mind, a sharp and long howling sound instantly broke the calmness built by all his painstaking efforts.The horn that seemed to herald the coming of night gave everyone the illusion of being on the edge of a cliff.

"what happened?!"

Shu Er stood up and frowned at the elf warriors who were starting to feel uneasy.Thranduil signaled them to be quiet loudly, and was about to turn his head to ask Faerun what happened, but was suddenly attracted by the huge creature rising from the forest in the distance.

"That is……?!!!"

Eyes widened in horror, watching the thing fly over their heads, bringing out a whirlwind that made people unable to stand still, Fei Lun even sounded a little distorted.

—Damn it! ! !

His face suddenly became extremely gloomy, especially when he saw the direction it was heading in.Thranduil's pupils reflected the creature's black bone wings that almost covered the sky, together with the smoke and fire in his eyes, they converged into the possible future that he least wanted to see and think about.

"Ferun! Let everyone return to the palace immediately!!! Move fast!!"

Turning over to the deer, he gave the order directly regardless of the captain's reaction.The Elf King leaned down and kept urging his mount to run through the woods. The blood floating in the wind seemed to be slowly creeping up the corners of his eyes, dyeing his pupils bright red.

... There is no elf in the palace who can resist it now.Even Galian in his heyday couldn't fully face such a dangerous behemoth, the nightmare that came from the abyss of Mordor and was feared by all races of light—the corpse dragon.

What's more, the chief executive's body has long been...

——You must not try hard, Gally.

The bitter wind blew on his face, bringing pain like a knife cut.The king's guards on horses behind him had all caught up, and further away, the elf soldiers on foot were also running with all their strength, chasing the corpse dragon to the north.The flames scattered across the sky illuminated the pitch-black forest, and the residual heat wave immediately hit the face after burning. It was obviously such a scalding temperature, but it couldn't warm the heart of the Elf King who was tightly shrouded in fear.

You must have nothing to do, absolutely not.

Do you hear that, Gally, Galion? !

"Galian——!!!"

……

……

When he discovered that something extremely dangerous was approaching the palace, Galian was standing on the city wall silently calculating how many forests had been burned down by the orcs.In the end, before he could see every direction clearly, there was a sharp and ear-piercing roar in midair, which directly made him frown in pain, and almost fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"what is that?!!"

Standing beside him was also unbearable.Alves stared wide-eyed at the huge creature that was flying towards them, and was so shocked that he could hardly speak.

"Don't be dazed, Alves!! Tell everyone to hide in the underground palace!!!"

Since it has been eroded by the shadow of Sauron, it is more sensitive to the dark power in the cry and breath of the corpse dragon, so the impact it receives is also stronger.Galian looked at the ferocious monster with half of his body naked and bones exposed in the sky. His face was as pale as paper, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"The corpse dragon does not have the flames of the fire dragon, but it has a black breath that is more deadly than them. To the elves, it is like a ****. If you are not careful, you may be corroded into a half-body monster like it... ..."

Before the words fell, the dark creature from the Flame Mountain swooped down and flew straight towards where they were. Alves turned around immediately, grabbed the chief manager and fell to the ground, narrowly dodging the corpse dragon's throw, A tail full of terrifying barbs.

'Boom--'

Annoyed because he missed his target, the corpse dragon slammed into the highest roof of the palace amid the exclamation of the wood elves, and instantly collapsed a large piece of rubble. Gallian and Alves, who were panting desperately, smashed at them.

"...I don't want to be buried alive..."

Wu Yan watched the bricks and tiles scattered around his head, Alves wiped his face and got up from the ground, looking depressed and about to cry.

"What a coincidence, me too."

Twitching the corners of his mouth, he almost despaired of the surprises everywhere.Galian and Sylvan, who was next to him, looked at each other. Without anyone reminding them, they both turned over while propping up the battlements behind them, and jumped directly from the city wall more than ten meters above the ground.

"This old bone of mine...is really a crime..."

Standing up with a sad face and supporting his waist, Alves looked up at the corpse dragon hovering over the palace, and sighed helplessly.

"You have the time to complain, why don't you hurry up and do what I told you, and then take your people to the west to help."

Quickly dodged to the side, just in time to avoid the corpse dragon's breath with corrosive liquid.Galian glanced at the instantly withered grass on the ground, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he knew in his heart that he might not be able to get better today.

"The tree spirit told me that a group of Orcs came from the Elf Trail. There are not many of them. You can have ten of them."

"..."

"Also, by the way, I'm thousands of years older than you. Even if the fall is really hard, your 'old bones' must continue to work for me."

"...What about you?"

Pressing his brows, he said in his heart that the chief executive has been getting along with my king recently, and he is really good at talking.Alves nodded in acceptance, then glanced at the corpse dragon who was obviously preparing for the next attack, and asked a little worriedly.

"Let's go!!"

No answer, and no need to answer.Galian stood where he was, frowning tightly.Messages from the spirit of the big green forest in the wind came in a steady stream, but none of them he wanted to hear.Now that he is understaffed and being attacked one after another, he can only choose the most dangerous method, delaying this huge creature that looks extremely dangerous by himself.

——In fact, in this dense forest, besides the Elf King, he is the only one who has the power to fight the corpse dragon.

'I need you to lend me your strength. '

Close your eyes, put your hands together, you can faintly see the pattern of blue blood vessels on the pale joints.A drop of bright red blood dripped from the wrist, fell into the soil, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.But it also changed the trajectory of the wind in an instant, and the surrounding trees swayed, reflecting chaotic shadows on the ground, just like the sky before the storm, with black clouds pressing down on the city and mountains and rain covering the buildings.

——Alves still remembered that scene after a long time.

Under the gray-black haze, the cold wind swooping in from the corpse dragon blew violently at the corners of his clothes. The elf stood alone in the middle of the empty grass, his silver hair blown up by the wind.All around, the thousand-year-old towering ancient trees suddenly grew wildly upwards, firmly covering the entire garden and the Elf King's hall before the black breath of the corpse dragon arrived.There were continuous sounds of branches melting from midair, but more branches and leaves were reborn again.Along with the piercing roar of the dark creature, it almost resounded throughout the dense forest.

...Yes, the only ones in Middle-earth who can use this kind of magic to drive the spirit of the green forest are Thranduil and his chief steward.

Not daring to delay another second, Alves picked up the bow that fell on the ground, turned and ran.After all, he also has his own responsibilities and things that must be done, just like the chief steward holding the corpse dragon alone, even if he sacrifices here, there are definitely things that must be protected.

The trumpet calling for the guards was also sounded as he ran round the corner.Alves, who hurried to stop the orcs, didn't realize that the moment he disappeared from the chief executive's sight, a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his tightly pursed mouth, as bright red as the maple leaves at the highest point of the dark forest. , extremely glaring in this gloomy and gloomy wind.

'So, are you ready? '

— was killed by me.Or, die together.

Smiling, he watched the frenzied corpse dragon crash into the barrier surrounded by trees, and quickly tore a crack enough for it to pass through.Knowing that no matter how hard he tried to prop up the ancient wood, it would be useless, Galian let go decisively, and at the same time turned around and retreated, away from the range of the deadly dragon's breath.

With a wave of his hand, countless huge vines suddenly sprang up from the soil under his feet, driven by magic, they stabbed straight at the swooping corpse dragon.Seeing it dodge the first wave of attacks sideways, a slight corrosion could already be felt on its skin.The chief executive stepped on the tree trunk beside him and leaped high, swiftly passing by the white bone wings of the dark creature, and at the moment when the rough black skin of the corpse dragon passed in front of his eyes, several vines also sprang up from behind him, He slapped the corpse dragon hard.The strength is so strong that the crisp sound of bones breaking can be clearly heard.

The dull sound of falling to the ground mixed with the mournful and shrill roar echoed in the night sky, making one's scalp numb.Shocked by the dark magic power contained in it, his internal organs were tumbling, and Galian frowned and swallowed the blood welling up in his throat.Waving again, the land under the corpse dragon's feet that was just pulled from mid-air to the ground by the spirit of the big green forest became torn apart, and huge cyan vines grew rapidly from the cracks, entangled the corpse dragon mercilessly.

"Cough...cough..."

While restraining the opponent, it also staggered and fell to the ground.Because it took too much energy to drive the spirit of the big green forest, Galian's face was extremely pale at the moment, and he even faintly showed a kind of gray defeat.Knowing that his body still couldn't bear such a huge burden, and feeling the gradual loss of vitality, the chief executive grabbed the clothes on his chest, coughed for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and spit out a big mouthful of blood, which almost instantly stained the scorched ground under his feet.

"You...are too short...if this goes on...you will..."

"I am fine."

In the ear, the anxious voice of the spirit of the big green forest has begun to be confused.Galian took a deep breath, supported his knees and slowed down.He could still endure this kind of deficit. If he gave up here now, the wood elves in the entire palace would be corroded by the black breath of the corpse dragon, and none of them would be spared.

That was a scene he absolutely didn't want to see.As the general manager of the entire dense forest, he must take on the responsibility at any time - to protect the ten thousand hectares of land and thousands of subjects for Thranduil.

... What's more, as Sauron's deadliest weapon of war, the corpse dragon is actually not that easy to deal with.

Sure enough, as he expected, even though Gallian seemed to have the upper hand, it was just a little breathing room for himself.Just as the chief manager wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth and stood up again from holding the bow, the vines covering the corpse dragon's body were torn off one by one.Having suffered such heavy blows one after another, the corpse dragon, which had already been enraged by the elves, became more manic and dangerous at this time.It frantically swung its barbed bone tail, everywhere it passed was dusty, and flowers were scattered.But in a short while, the garden behind the palace has turned into a barren scorched land, which can no longer be seen in half.

A person's strength is too insignificant after all, even if the spirit of the big green forest drains all of his vitality, he can't really cause fatal damage to the corpse dragon...Galian knows this very well.

——But even so, all he can do now is probably to do his best.

Thinking so lightly.Seeing the sharp claws sweeping over his head, the chief executive's pupils constricted, and the four long arrows instantly drew their bows and shot towards the ferocious dark eyes of the corpse dragon.

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Thank you three dears (づ￣3￣)づ

In the end it was a little bit fantasy... well, that's it.

And I beg the manager to die soon... My fragile little heart /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~, I will end it when they fall in love, do you really don’t want to see me QAQ