Chapter 303

The colorful and brilliant radiance made everyone who saw the Silmaril surprised and happy.

Lady Galadriel, who exclaimed, had a rare look of surprise on her face, and her eyes, which also emitted starlight, were full of memories.

The slaughter and misunderstandings brought by the Silmaril flashed through the Lady's mind one by one, but finally turned into a long sigh. It was not the reason for the Silmaril; it was the disaster produced by the human heart.

Gandalf looked at the familiar radiance, the radiance from the Two Trees, and felt that the ethereal memories in his dreams suddenly became clear. He was Gandalf, he was the Grey Wizard, but he seemed to be a Maia, and Olorin.

Saruman had the same feeling. However, unlike Gandalf, who had never changed his original intention of guarding Middle-earth, when the long-sealed memories echoed again, a look of extreme horror appeared on Curumo's face.

Thinking of the grand wish he had once made in Valinor, thinking of how he had once actively requested to come to Middle-earth, and then thinking of his current thoughts and actions, Saruman's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

After a few breaths, the old man, who suddenly seemed to have aged countless years, stood up tremblingly, bowed to Allen, and said "Thank you."

He was thanking the other party for his past self, and also for his future self. Regardless of whether he was jealous of Olorin, Curumo still found his original intention and avoided a foreseeable tragic fate.

What exactly blinded his eyes and wisdom a moment ago?

The White Wizard was now deep in thought.

Elrond, looking at the Silmaril that seemed like a living thing, missed his father, who drove Vingilot and crossed the sky like a star, who was known as the "Great Hope Star," Earendil.

As for the younger generation, they were already dazzled by the radiance of the Silmaril. After Allen closed the box, a huge sense of loss appeared in their hearts, wishing they could see that dazzling radiance again.

"Everyone, a few years ago when I went to sea, I happened to pick up this Silmaril. I think it is fate that it is here. With its help, I will surely be able to defeat the Ring-lord at his peak. It's just that I need the help of an army to entangle those seemingly endless dark minions."

At that time, after Allen found Ringil, he was entangled by the darkness of Angband for a long time and could only rely on time and wiping his sword to gain a moment of tranquility. On a certain day on the way back, when he was looking for food on the seabed, he saw a very familiar scene.

And following his memory, he found the Silmaril hidden in the deep seabed.

It lay there quietly, surrounded by extremely beautiful scenery and schools of fish that were huge but emitted five-colored light. The trace of darkness entangled in Allen's heart also dissipated under the illumination of the radiance.

Just like that, Allen couldn't help but take away the Silmaril that looked like a star. The process could be said to be extremely smooth, as if picking up ownerless property on the street.

The imagined Maiar, or even the Valar, did not appear.

"If so, perhaps a decisive battle can really end the trouble once and for all. But I have a question: after the matter is over, how do you want to deal with that Silmaril? It is an ominous thing."

Elrond had been under house arrest by his kin because of this Silmaril since he was a child. In his eyes, the color inside the gemstone emitting brilliant radiance was blood red.

Allen held the box and replied in a calm tone:

"I have already made arrangements for this. A few years ago, I planned to build a high tower, which is now almost completed. At that time, I will place the Silmaril at the top of the tower and use a special method to shine the light of the Two Trees on the entire Rhovanion. At that time, the Elves will not need to face the choice of having to leave Middle-earth, and the lives of humans will also be a little better than before."

Hearing Allen's arrangement, the Elves present all showed thoughtful expressions.

Any Elf knows that if they are forced to stay in Middle-earth, their bodies will be consumed by the damage to their souls, becoming ghosts like wandering spirits.

And the reason is that Morgoth scattered his power into the entire Middle-earth, and this dark power constantly causes damage to the Elves until it completely destroys their bodies, leaving only their souls.

The Elves of Lothlorien and Rivendell can be unaffected entirely because of the existence of Nenya and Vilya. Elrond and Galadriel use the power of the rings to maintain the beauty and safety of the two places.

And the Silmaril, which contains the light of the Two Trees and is far more powerful than the rings, can naturally do the same. This treasure, under Luthien's wearing, once made Ossiriand as beautiful as the land of the Valar.

In Allen's vision, during the day, the Silmaril absorbs the light of the sun, and the power it emits is enough to offset Morgoth's power in the earth.

At night, the Silmaril absorbs the light of the moon, and the feedback light source compensates for the harm suffered by everyone.

In this process, humans will also benefit. They will be smarter, kinder, and less easily influenced by Morgoth's power.

Allen has already experimented with Easterling prisoners on this point, and the effect can be called significant.

And the earth will also be prosperous under the illumination of the light, making people's lives happier.

This was the idea that appeared in Allen's mind the first time he got the Silmaril, and the rune magic he learned in the Pendor Continent happened to be able to achieve this effect.

Runes that absorb energy transmit the light of the moon and the sun to the Silmaril, and runes that amplify energy greatly enhance the light of the Silmaril until it covers the entire Rhovanion.

"Aren't you worried that such a treasure will be stolen?"

Fili finally suppressed the loss in his heart and subconsciously asked the question he cared about. How could such a treasure be placed in the high sky? Shouldn't it be carried on the body at all times and placed in a secret room?

"Rest assured, as long as I don't die, the Silmaril will not be in danger. I think many Elf allies who are willing to stay in Middle-earth will not let the Silmaril have any problems."

In the Middle-earth of the late Third Age, the thoughts of the Elves are roughly divided into three states.

The first is those who will not go to Valinor even if they die. The Wood Elves ruled by Thranduil are the representatives. They would rather live in Middle-earth until their bodies perish and become shadows in the forest, and they are not willing to board the ships going west.

The second is the Elves who do not want to leave Middle-earth but are not willing to suffer torture. This part of the Elves is represented by Lothlorien and Rivendell. They love their current home, but the living environment in Middle-earth is becoming more and more harsh. Coupled with the fact that Vilya and Nenya will lose the ability to protect them after the destruction of the One Ring, they have to set off for Valinor.

The third is the Elves who want to go to Valinor themselves. This part of the people is represented by the Lindon Elves. Since the end of the War of Wrath in the First Age, many Elves have been sent to Valinor, where they have started a new life.

Regardless of the choice, it is the freedom of the Elves. Allen just wants to give these Elves a chance to choose and, by the way, strive for enough allies for himself.

And his method is indeed effective, at least it is effective now.

Just by being illuminated by the light for tens of seconds, Legolas felt that he had a little bit of difference. He was a descendant of the Sindar Elves and had not seen the radiance of the Two Trees.

"I will report the matter to my father, and I believe he will make the right choice." The Elf Prince did not give any promise because he was not yet King, and the will of the Wood Elves would not change because of him.

But he would strive for his father's consent.

"Then before launching an attack on Mordor, should we first eradicate the tumor that still remains in Mirkwood? We had no way to clear the evil power there before, but now, with the help of the Silmaril, this will no longer be a difficult task."

Lady Galadriel's words responded to Allen's suggestion from the side. The Elves of Lothlorien are willing to join this war.

"We can also help." Fili raised his remaining left hand at the meeting.

Fighting Orcs, Dwarves will not fall behind other races.

"For such an important matter, I cannot make the decision; I need the decision of Lord Cirdan."

Galdor hurriedly expressed that he couldn't make the decision for such an important matter, and he would bring a letter after going back.

Elrond fell into deep thought. In fact, he had already made up his mind to return to Valinor. That unreachable Aman was the home of his ancestors, the place where his mother was, and it represented reunion with his beloved wife.

But it was not that he could leave immediately just because he wanted to. Elrond also shouldered the responsibility of guarding Middle-earth. As long as Sauron was not dead, he could not leave Middle-earth for a day.

Of course, there was another reason, his daughter, "Evenstar" Arwen.

Through the repeated flapping of wings by Allen, this butterfly, Aragorn finally accepted Elrond's test.

"You must either surpass the glory of all ancestors since Earendil's rule, or fall into darkness with the remaining kin. Years of testing are ahead. You cannot marry, nor can you promise yourself to any woman, until you have achieved success and are worthy."

Before this matter was completely resolved, Elrond was afraid he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, because he couldn't abandon his daughter.

"Rivendell is willing to fight side by side with you. Let us first pull out Dol Guldur, the fortress of darkness."

Finally, Elrond made his choice.

In Rivendell, there are also many Elves who are nostalgic for Middle-earth. After he leaves, Rhovanion will be the home of these Elves. The current payment is also for a better life in the future.

"Orthanc will give everything."

Saruman responded loudly to the invitation. The current White Wizard urgently needs some things to prove his position so that he will not be punished by Lord Manwe after returning to Valinor.

You were asked to guard Middle-earth, but you wanted to rule with blood? If it goes wrong, you will be like Morgoth, arranged in a prison in the Void, staying there for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

"Then, I will notify Gondor and Rohan."

Gandalf knocked out the Old Toby that had burned out in his pipe. From beginning to end, he hoped that the entire Middle-earth could unite to fight against Mordor, and at this moment, it was the scene the Grey Wizard wanted to see.

As for Rohan and Gondor, he had sufficient confidence to let the other party join this war. King Theoden and Ecthelion II were both wise leaders and would inevitably know what Sauron's return represented.

Under the pressure of Mordor returning to its peak, having help from the major lords of the North was something they were begging for, so how could they refuse?

"Since that is the case, everyone, I suggest that four months later, that is, the Month of Starlight, we gather on the outskirts of Lothlorien."

From summoning soldiers to preparing supplies, four months was still quite ample. Moreover, one had to consider that Lindon was too far away. If Cirdan was willing to participate in this, time needed to be left for the Elves of the Grey Havens.

"At this time, we still have time." Lady Galadriel stood up and said: "The enemy is watching all living beings. He has retrieved his treasure. After his strength recovers, he will inevitably launch a battle full of ambition and blood."

"Then before that, we can completely take the initiative and catch the other party off guard. I agree with Allen's idea. Four months later, I will wait for you all on the banks of Lothlorien."

"Dwarves have no problem." Fili thought about it quietly and gave a reply. From the Lonely Mountain to the Grey Mountains, and then to Mount Gundabad, straight down to Moria, relying on the ferry on the Anduin River, the time was enough.

"Rivendell will arrive on time."

Now the valley below the High Pass has been repaired for many years, and even if the army passes through, it is very convenient. Four months is completely enough.

Galdor was silent. His identity made him unable to make any decisions for the Elves of Lindon.

And Legolas nodded to Allen and said: "Even if my father is not willing to participate in this war, I will help you."

Allen nodded and responded: "I have a premonition that your father, Lord Thranduil, will definitely consider my suggestion carefully. You will not come back alone."

A smile appeared on the Elf Prince's face, and he nodded. "I have the same premonition." After saying that, the Prince got up and left.

"No time to lose, then I will leave first. I have stayed here for too long."

With Legolas's departure, everyone also got up one after another, preparing to leave. This was a meeting that was enough to shock people. Whether it was the appearance and loss of the One Ring or the dazzling radiance of the Silmaril, it would make the personnel attending the meeting firmly remember this afternoon.

And Allen, after sending away the big shots one by one, held an emergency meeting in his study.

The next few months would probably be busy and overwhelmed for the sake of sending troops. **CHAPTER 304** **Dol Guldur**