Chapter 358: Small Meeting
"Worst case scenario, we fight the Final Alliance Battle again."
At an impromptu meeting with only three people, Levi stated his backup plan.
"But any of the forces that participated in the war have been weakened to the point where they can only muster one-third of the army they had back then."
Elrond calculated and immediately shook his head in denial.
But looking at Levi's subtle smile, he came back to his senses.
Oh, yes, things have changed.
Since the end of the Second Age, elves have migrated westward in large numbers, and there are not many left. The human kingdoms have also split and declined, and each is fighting on its own, and is generally at a disadvantage.
There is no need to talk about the dwarves. They have lost their homes and can hardly survive. They can only burrow underground and ignore the affairs of the outside world.
It was like this a hundred years ago.
But now, looking at the city-state and the leader in front of them, if they don’t consider defense, their family can gather all the people they did back then.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, it’s really possible to fight.
Li Wei continued: "But it's just a backup plan. Personally, I don't want to do that unless it's necessary."
A war of this magnitude is no joke. Once it starts, both sides will certainly try their best. Even with the equipment and average combat quality of the free city-states, there will be considerable losses.
The brutal regular army of Mordor is not the defeated remnants of Angmar that have been worn down for more than a decade, nor is it the miscellaneous soldiers in the Misty Mountains who have no strong leader and no good equipment.
The latter two fought with overwhelming force under Levi's leadership, but it is hard to say how they would perform against Mordor.
Under the shadow of the dark will, this war can only be fought head-on.
Even if all the strength is gathered, it will be difficult to fight, because the difficulty of Purgatory is even tougher than Angmar in its heyday.
It’s not that you can’t fight - to put it bluntly, it hurts.
In this regard, Levi has always been a stubborn conservative.
Gandalf listened to this and shook his head.
Elrond also remained silent.
To fight or not to fight, only Levi can make the decision here. Before the situation develops to a very urgent level, they are not qualified to persuade him to go to war, because that will inevitably cause great chaos.
Obviously, they will not be responsible for the consequences of this chaos, nor can they bear it.
However, despite this, these words still made the two feel slightly relieved.
At least for now we have the power to confront the enemy head-on, and we don't have to worry about stepping into the abyss with one wrong step.
Let's put this topic aside for now. Levi thought about the envoys from various parties he saw on the road just now, and said, "I just saw Legolas, and the Grey Harbor also sent an envoy here, but Cirdan himself did not come."
Elrond responded: "No problem, Galdor can represent Círdan's wishes."
Galdor, Círdan's messenger, was mainly responsible for confirming the appearance of the One Ring. As for himself...
"He is monitoring the sea in Gray Harbor to guard against possible enemies."
"Oh, that reminds me."
Levi clapped his hands.
"Water City should also send some forces to monitor the sea. I think we can send a practice-class ship to garrison the bay between Minchirias and Enaid."
Gandalf agreed.
"With a reasonable layout and the size of a practical-class ship, only one ship is needed to intimidate the enemy's surface forces."
"And you can drive away when necessary..."
The discussion on the terrace continued.
On the outskirts of the valley, envoys from all parties gathered one after another.
Elves, dwarves, humans, hobbits...
Some people come here to look for answers to mysterious guidance in their dreams, some come here to get information, and some come here just by coincidence.
Some people were already here.
"By the way, where is Aragorn?"
After the meeting, Levi asked.
This question made Elrond unhappy.
"he…"
Elrond shook his head.
Levi suddenly understood something.
Oh, yes, Arwen seemed to be in Rivendell at this time.
They finally have some free time, so how could these two miss this opportunity?
…
The night before the meeting.
Aragorn was standing in front of the fragment of Narsil's holy sword, thinking.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind him interrupted his thoughts.
Boromir.
Following the call of a certain voice in his heart, the first commander of Gondor walked all the way here.
At this moment, looking at the mural depicting the scene of the Last Alliance Battle, looking at the ring worn by the man in black armor in the mural, and looking at the fragments of the holy sword, Boromir fell silent for a moment, wondering what he was thinking.
"Welcome from the South."
Somewhat surprised, Aragorn was the first to break the silence, making Boromir aware of his presence.
The old ranger has strong concealment ability.
Boromir turned and nodded at him.
"Who are you?"
"A wanderer and a friend of Gandalf and Levi."
"Oh, then it looks like we're all here to find 'friends'."
Boromir shook his head and looked at the fragments of Narsil's sword again. He picked up the broken sword and looked at it while muttering.
"The fragment of Narsil, the sword that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand."
“After all this time, it’s still sharp and shiny.”
hiss--
As he was stroking the sword, suddenly, the sharp blade cut a small gash on Boromir's finger.
Staring at the blood flowing from his fingertips, Boromir remembered a rumor that was not so widely circulated.
It is said that Nasir has its own will. It only serves the master who is qualified to use it. Anyone else who touches it will be hurt.
And when someone qualified to use it is around, it becomes sharp.
Obviously, this person is not himself.
Boromir turned sharply to look at Aragorn.
Aragorn looked at him and remained silent.
"It's just a damaged relic!"
Boromir dropped the holy sword and left without looking back.
He couldn't accept that this vagrant, whom he had never met before, was the king to whom he needed to be loyal.
Someone I've never met, ridiculous.
Boromir thought so, but what he didn't know was that his father and Aragorn were quite familiar with each other, and the achievements Aragorn made when he was in Gondor even surpassed his father's and were praised by many people.
But Denethor never spoke of this to his children.
There are many complex factors involved.
He understood it all in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit it or face it.
rustle…
When Boromir left, another figure appeared here.
She walked silently, with only the friction of her clothes making a slight, imperceptible sound.
Aragorn turned around and smiled.
Yes, this was his original purpose for staying here. Boromir's arrival was purely accidental.
"Arwen."
He called out the name of the person who came out.
The two chatted and laughed, enjoying this moment of leisure.
But Aragorn still miscalculated.
That night, Frodo, who couldn't sleep, went out for a stroll and happened to see this scene.
Looking at the two people snuggling together, Frodo remembered the love story between elves and humans that Aragorn told him.
“How romantic.”
Fortunately, this Hobbit boy was quite understanding. He just watched from a distance for a while and then left without disturbing them.
At this point, Aragorn and Arwen finally got a moment of true peace.
But the quiet time is always short-lived.
(End of this chapter)
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