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Chapter 92 Pride and Prejudice

The feud between the Elves and the Dwarves goes back a long time, when the Valar still walked Middle-earth.

At that time, the dwarves killed the then Elven King Xin Ge because of their greed for the Silmarillion, and threatened that Xin Ge broke the contract first, which directly led to the demise of the most powerful elf kingdom at that time.

Of course, with the passage of time, no matter how great the hatred is, it will dissipate. When Durin dwarves still lived in Moria, the elves and dwarves had a honeymoon period. At that time, the two parties traded with each other and even created a representative Moria's gate of friendship between the two races.

But in the Gushan period, the relationship between the two parties took a sharp turn for the worse.

In memory of his wife, Thranduil, the Elf King, asked the King of the Mountain at that time to help him create a necklace, but the King of the Mountain's mind had already been eroded by the dragon disease, and his greed was infinitely magnified. , he chose to go back on his word.

This was exactly the same as what happened back then, but Thranduil chose to endure, so the two sides did not confront each other.

It's just that when Smaug invaded the Lonely Mountain, Thranduil watched all this from afar and didn't lend a helping hand.

Anyone who knows this history knows that the origin of everything is due to the greed of the dwarves, but the dwarves who know it will not spread it, and the dwarves who don't know it naturally resent the elves for standing idly by.

As for the elves, their arrogance made them disdain to explain. Even if they explained, the dwarves probably wouldn't believe it.

As a result, the hatred became deeper and deeper. In the eyes of the elves, the dwarves were greedy and untrustworthy, but in the eyes of the dwarves, the elves were cold-blooded and arrogant.

Therefore, when the elf cavalry drove the orcs to the front of the dwarves, every dwarf raised his weapon and his face was full of hostility.

"calm!"

Gandalf raised his staff: "They are here to help us!"

Sorin ignored him, dwarves would not believe such nonsense, he said in a deep voice, "Be careful, if they dare to attack first, don't be polite, let them see how powerful we are!"

After all, Middle-earth is a place where the gods are watching. Dwarves and elves are races created by the gods. Even if it is a blood feud, it is impossible to directly attack them like Orcs.

An elf rode out from the cavalry queue. He had a slender figure, black hair, and a rare hairline among elves.

This didn't make him look old, but more calm and wise than other elves.

"Mith Randil!"

With a smile on his face, he rolled over from his horse.

Just as Gandalf's name in the dwarven language is Shaqun, in the elvish language, Gandalf also has an exclusive name, Mithrandil.

Means gray robe saint.

"I heard the news that a large group of Orc wolf cavalry descended from the Misty Mountains, and you happened to be passing through the troll forest, so you came to meet them."

He looked at the dwarves and saw their injuries, some of which were even fatal, but they were alive and kicking: "Your team exudes an uncomfortable atmosphere. This is not the dwarf in my impression."

"Some accidents happened." Gandalf glanced at Townsend and said, "They didn't fall into darkness, that's a curse. We'll talk about it later."

"Curse? I've never seen one, but I might be able to help them figure it out."

Elrond and Gandalf spoke in Elvish, which none of the dwarves could understand.

"What is he talking about?" Shalin murmured, "He glanced at us, I felt he was up to no good, Tang Sen, take out the big baby, let me smash his head with a hammer!"

Tang Sen ignored the female dwarf who was only thinking about the mithril hammer and fighting. He could understand elf language, and he could tell that the elf opposite had no malice towards the dwarf.

Even if it's not enthusiastic.

"Elrond, my friend." Gandalf replied in Elvish, "I am going to take them to the valley to seek your help."

The elf named Elrond smiled and said, "The dwarves don't seem very happy to see me."

He turned his gaze to Thorin, who was standing at the front of the dwarf formation, and no longer used Elven language, but said in common language: "Sorin, son of Thraine, I have heard of you."

"We probably haven't met before." Thorin said with a cold face.

"You act like a grandfather. I have known Thror since he was King of the Mountain." Elrond said politely.

"Really? My grandfather didn't say a word about you." Thorin Oakenshield only said sarcastically.

Elrond was not angry, kept quiet and smiled.

"This is Elrond, the lord of Rivendell. His ancestors can be traced back to the original elven king, and he is also a descendant of the hero Beren and the elven princess Lucien." Gandalf took two steps forward, speaking in a melodious tone. Introduced:
"Thorin Oakenshield, your prejudice against elves should not be imposed on the elves of the valley and Elrond. He is an ancient and friendly wise man."

"In my opinion, elves are all the same." Sorin said, "On the surface, they are sanctimonious, but who knows what's going on in their hearts?"

Gandalf slammed his staff on the ground: "Shorin, stop being stubborn like a dwarf. Your arrogance will kill you one day."

He walked over and said in a low voice:
"If we want to go to the Lonely Mountain, Lord Elrond is one of the few people who can understand the map on your body."

"You don't want to be helpless in the face of the Erebor gate closed by the dragon after you arrive at the Lonely Mountain, do you?"

Sorin's face froze, only this matter was his weakness.

He carried a map and a key with him, which was the back door to the dwarven city Erebor in the Lonely Mountain. However, the gate cast by the dwarves was invisible when closed, even if he was a dwarf royal family, he would not be able to see it. Knowing where the door is, the only record is the map.

Unfortunately, no one here can understand that picture.

Elrond saw Thorin Oakenshield's hesitation, and said with a smile, "This place is full of orcs, not a place for conversation."

"If the future king of the mountain doesn't mind, welcome to the valley as a guest, and I will prepare a grand banquet for you."

"Banquet?!" Qili standing next to Sorin's eyes lit up.

"The elf doesn't seem unreasonable." He whispered to Thorin in the dwarven language, "And we really need the information on the map."

"Don't take it lightly, Kili." Thorin also whispered: "Always be wary of elves."

"Once there is something wrong with these valley elves, let's make a big fuss and kill them!" He touched the wound on his chest: "Anyway, we are now immortal."

Elrond gave him a look full of deep meaning, and turned around on his horse.

"Fool, Elrond is more learned than you can imagine."

Gandalf hurriedly followed, cursing as he walked:
"I can understand dwarf language!"

(End of this chapter)