The Lord of the Rings The Hobbit: The First Dance

Second Age, 1701, Winter, Canyon of Rohan.

The alliance between humans and elves is backed by the canyon, and 40 troops camped in the east. Thousands of miles of fertile fields, surrounded by black mountains and white waters, there are pointed tents as far as the eye can see, and the banners of humans and elves of all races stand in the thin winter sun. Hunting and flying.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" signifies the end of a battle and the return of the coalition forces from the plain at dusk.A warrior's body is a weary soul, and this is just a small battle in this long-lasting war, which may not be recorded in history books at all.In the past three years, they have experienced so many small fights like this, no one will remember except the blood flowed and the dusk day after day.Cruelty and death are eroding this alliance day by day!

The northernmost part of the camp is a patch of pointed tents with green and brown edges, and green flags are fluttering in the bloody camp.

"How's the situation?" The elf who asked the question could only see his back. He was wearing a silver armor. The black and red blood stains on the armor hadn't dried completely, and there was a long trace sticking to his clothes.He was sitting in front of a white bed, his back looked a little stooped.

The doctor in a white robe looked at the elf on the bed, his brows furrowed, "I'm not optimistic... We need Asilas grass, a lot of Asilas grass!"

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big green forest.

In winter, the sun is thin and the wind is howling.The old beech shivered and dropped a field of fallen leaves, and when the north wind blew, they rolled on the dry and hard ground.Before the snow fell, the winter wind came first, blowing cold and hard on the face.Svanil gathered the hair that was blown by the wind, and then walked towards Amonlan's palace.

"Joyce!"

The female elf named Joyce wore a gray robe, her long hair was scattered behind her, and her face was pale and haggard.Hearing an elf calling her, she stopped her uneasy footsteps, turned around slowly, and her movements were as quietly as dead leaves in the wind, "Svanil." She responded with a dull voice.

With a pair of silver double knives pinned to his waist, a long bow and white arrows on his back, and a red suit with silver trim, Sifanyir stood heroically in front of the white palace steps.Walk quickly to Joyce's side, "Let's go together".

Two elves walked quietly in the empty palace.Amenlan's palace used to be full of people, but now, most of the population in the green forest has gone to the battlefield, and even the palace is lonely.The servants were all in a hurry, and the remaining ministers and soldiers couldn't stretch their brows.

Svanil wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and finally gave up the idea of ​​talking.The war has been going on for three years, and the Big Green Forest will send supplies to the battlefield every six months, and correspondingly, it will receive back the list of those killed in battle for that half year.The big parchment list will be pasted on the central square of Amenlan. At that time, the mood is almost like waiting to die!Her friend, Joyce, and all the brothers in the family went to war.Not long ago, Joyce's brother's name appeared on the list.What a life once was, but in the end it was just a short line on thin yellow paper, and even the corpse was buried in a foreign land...

"I suddenly feel that eternal life is a very sad thing." The corners of the gray robe were swept up by the wind, and Joyce, who was walking beside Svanyir, stopped, her voice was so weak that it almost drifted away with the wind.

Svanil stared at Joyce without realizing that his brows were knit together.Of course she knew what Joyce meant, or in other words, she already felt that living too long was not something to be proud of.Almost all creatures in Middle Continent except elves, dwarves, Numenoreans, hobbits, or trees, flowers, mountains, rivers... life is limited.It takes only a hundred years for human beings to turn into dust from being born, and it takes only a thousand years for the sea to change into mulberry fields. In the eyes of elves, all these changes are not worth mentioning!Eternal life has an immeasurable influence on elves!We have never been used to death, decay, and separation from loved ones. Once these bad lucks come, if life is eternal, so is the pain!Sad, can kill elves!

"Joyce, we need you, you must persevere!" Sivanyir said solemnly, holding his friend's cold hand.

Pale lips pulled into a forced smile.

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"What's the problem?" Grand Duke Bancroft Cofell, sitting at the top, inspected all the elves with his eyes. Seeing that all the elves had no problem, he said: "Then, today's meeting ends here!" As the Grand Duke The veteran and important minister of the Green Forest, he was left behind in this war to take charge of various tasks in the kingdom, and this burden is not easy!Seventy percent of the men in the green forest went to the battlefield, and the remaining male elves were not only responsible for making weapons for supplies, but also sent out manpower to patrol and protect the safety of the country.Many jobs originally held by men fell to the shoulders of female elves. For example, Louisa of Rhett's family was in charge of granary management, and her daughter led a forest guard.

"Sifan." When he was about to go out, Grand Duke Kefier, who was standing behind the desk with his hands behind his back, called to stop his daughter.

Sifanyier came back to the country, "Father, what else is there?"

Grand Duke Kofir looked deeply at his daughter, and when Svanil was waiting until his ears were pricked up, he spoke again: "A letter from the front line, saying that a batch of Asilas grass is urgently needed."

Asilas grass, an inconspicuous grass with small white flowers, can transform the evil force blown by the wind into nourishment for growth. It was discovered by the Noldor elves who came to Middle-earth in the first era, and they regarded it as a way to relieve the darkness. A godsend!It's a pity that this kind of grass withers and flourishes every year, and can only be picked in hidden valleys or field corners in spring.

"The supplies for the second half of the year have already been sent, and a new batch of Asilas grass... Where can I find it in such weather?!" Svanil glanced at the cold wind outside the window.

In fact, Svanil was not surprised that Asilas grass was needed: their army was facing the evil Sauron, and the Nazgul under that devil's rule was very good at using witchcraft.Since the beginning of the war, they have been continuously supplying the front Asilas grass.

"I've already sent people door-to-door to ask if there are any remaining Asilas plants, but unfortunately, there are only two plants."

The Asilas herb is extremely powerful, and it can almost eliminate the limit of the darkness that an elf can bear!However, if there are only two...

"There are tens of thousands of soldiers on the front line, and two plants of Asilas grass..." Is it necessary to brave the wind and snow and the orcs to chase and intercept them along the way?

Grand Duke Kofir didn't answer Svanil's words, he went straight to the map, followed the route on the map and said: "Don't take the Anduin River, the half-orcs there are hard to deal with, and I don't know when they will encounter them." .to the Misty Mountains, then to the west, and round the back to the Glen of Rohan."

Crossing the Misty Mountains in winter, tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes Sifanyier feel stomach ache!Immediately after...

"This mission, you go!"

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Svanil looked at his father.

"Yes, you go." Grand Duke Kefier added, "Riding the Gray Falcon, you must reach the front line within four days!" Apart from flying, there is no other way to reach the front line in such a short time!

Sifanyier's eyes slowly narrowed, as if thinking for a while, "Yes, I promise to complete the task!" He put his right hand on his heart.

Before leaving the house, Sifanyier thought of a key question, "Who is this medicine for?"

Grand Duke Kefir replied slowly: "Your Highness Thranduil."

That afternoon, under the watchful eye of Grand Duke Kofir, Svanil wore a thick cloak, carried a sidearm, and braved the increasingly fierce cold wind, riding a gray falcon that was one size bigger than when he first arrived. Dee flew away.

The sky was a hard iron gray, and the trees of the Green Forest stretched bare to the sky.Life is impermanent, Grand Duke Kofir thought. In the past, he thought his daughter was well-behaved, so he often took care of his son. As a result, it was the daughter who ran away from home, and it was the son who stayed by his side to grow up steadily; later, he was willing to let his son go to the battlefield She kept her daughter, but in the end she sent her last child too...

In the Canglan Mansion under the sky, the Canglan flowers in front of the steps have withered and withered.The cold wind was blowing, blowing the dark blue robe of Grand Duke Kefir.By Valar, may you bless my children!