The world has changed...

I know from the water...

I know from the ground...

I know in my wind...

Late at night, Rivendale, in front of the exquisite tower loft, Elderon stared at the quiet valley under his body covered by hazy lights, with a deep face.

"The enemy's strength is increasing day by day..."

"Soren has sent his puppet Saruman to attack Rohan..."

"Aisinger's army has come out in full swing, and they will kill all the people of Rohan."

"Soren's evil eyes are now staring at Gondor..."

"The last free human kingdom in the whole world is about to face the arrival of Modo's army..."

"He felt the Lord of the Rings' approach..."

"The will of the precepts is fading..."

"The era of the elves has come to an end..."

"Are we going to stay in Middle-earth and leave it to fate?"

"Do you have to let humans fight alone?"

Mrs. Galadriel's words kept echoing in her mind, and Elrond's face became more and more serious and deep.

When will the crescent moon in the sky hide into the clouds?

The night became darker and darker.

At this time, a small figure suddenly flew quickly from the sky and flew straight to Elderon in front of the tower loft.

The bird of news chirped in Elderon's ear and flew away quickly.

Elrond turned around and walked towards the palace behind him.

Walk through the familiar and quiet elaborate hall loft corridor.

Not long after.

Elderon came to a particularly exquisite room.

As he walked slowly into the room, he saw Arwen in a black long skirt sitting in front of the window quietly staring out the window.

"Arwen..."

Elrond whispered: "Time is up."

Alvin immediately turned his head and looked at his father.

"The ship heading to Verino is ready."

Elrond said: "Let's go, they'll set sail soon."

Looking at his father, Arwen whispered: "I have made up my mind."

The words fell.

Elrond's face changed slightly, but in the blink of an eye, he immediately returned to his previous calm.

"He will not come back."

"Why do you have to stay in this hopeless place?"

Elrond stared at his daughter and spoke again, of course he knew what decision Arwen had just made.

“Because hope is still there…”

Arwen spoke softly again, his face firm.

"call..."

Elrond took a deep breath, suppressed his unhappiness, walked slowly to the open window, looked out the dark window and spoke slowly, "Even if Aragon can survive, you must be separated."

"Even if Sauron is overthrown, defeat..."

"Even if Aragon ascends the throne..."

“Even if everything you hope becomes true…”

“Everything is achieved…”

"You will still feel the short-lived pain of human destiny."

“No matter how many years or time…”

“Aragorn will die one day.”

"And then, you will face only endless pain and pain."

"He will go to death..."

"With the glorious image of the king among people, it will always stay in people's hearts."

"But you, my daughter..."

"You will continue to live in this world and be trapped in darkness forever."

"It's like the night of winter, without a single star."

"You will stay in this world alone..."

"Hang between loneliness and darkness, forever, until the end of your long life..."

......

late at night.

Helm Deep Valley.

Horn Fort.

A large number of burning torches and braziers illuminate the entire military fortress.

Inside the wide outer courtyard interior wall.

This is the largest and most empty place in the entire Kowloon Fort, and a large number of residents are busy here, making fires to cook dinner, eating, and resting.

Morgan was walking inside the inner wall at this time.

Following him were Legolas and Jinli’s partners, as well as two warrior leaders.

Yes, it was not long ago in front of a group of cavalry and guards.

King Xiorton personally appointed Morgan, appointing him as one of the commanders, commanding all matters of the exterior warriors.

All warriors defending the exterior wall must obey Morgan's command and jurisdiction.

If there is no order, Morgan has the highest temporary disposal right, that is, the right to kill and kill.

However, King Xiodon made Morgan a commander's hand that was obviously a good card.

When Xiorton spoke out Morgan's identity in front of the Rohan cavalry warriors.

There were obviously noises like exclamations in the entire army.

In fact, it has been several days since we arrived in Edoras from Morgan and then followed Xiorton and a group of residents to take refuge in the Horn Fort.

But in fact, there are only a handful of people who know Morgan’s true identity.

After all, Gandalf is more distinctive than the image.

Morgan's "recognition" is much lower.

Especially in Rohan, the kingdom of humanity.

When the legendary protagonist appeared in front of him, the soldiers expressed their enthusiasm and welcome to Morgan's command and jurisdiction.

This made King Xiorton laugh. It was right to find Morgan, and his idea was indeed correct.

After Xiorton appointing Morgan, he said a few more words and left in a hurry.

Time is tight, and he needs to manage and direct the entire horn fortress, so he can't chat with Morgan.

As for Morgan, I need to know more.

The two warrior leaders who followed him could answer most of the questions Morgan wanted to ask.

One of these two leaders was the leader who had always stayed at the Crown Horn Fort.

The other is the leader of the cavalry, who has been under the command of the third marshal of Rohan, Iomel.

These two are now acting as Morgan's consultant.

"This battle has been decided, with defense as the main focus. So, how are the arrows the soldiers need to prepare?"

Morgan walked inside the inner wall, glanced at everything around him, turned to ask the warrior leader beside him, and kept walking towards the high wall ahead.

"It's ready, we have enough stocks, and this time it will definitely give the monsters Aisinger's look good."
To be continued...