The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 245 Long Talk
“Actually, what I want to say is that the conditions for you humans are not good enough for the elven dragons to grow. Letting the elven dragons stay in Rivendell is not a bad choice.” Elrond was still not giving up and continued to speak.

“I appreciate your kindness, but although the Kingdom of Lagrang is not particularly wealthy, it can still support a dragon spirit without any problem,” Roland said, shaking his head in refusal.

"Alright then, if you change your mind, you can come find me anytime!" Elrond sighed helplessly.

“The whole north is in turmoil right now. Ever since the dwarves reclaimed Lonely Mountain, the Gombard Orcs have been stirring up trouble, and I’ve heard that the Southern Orcs have also joined the war, right?” Elrond chatted with Roland.

“We are powerless to stop the dwarves from reclaiming their homeland. After all, it is their territory, and my kingdom needs funds to build up the nation. The dwarves and I are simply getting what we need.” Roland ignored Elrond’s words and continued to speak to himself.

“The shadow has already fallen over Middle-earth. Sauron is about to return, and none of us can escape it. His Ringwraiths are far too active right now…” Roland shook his head.

"The Ringwraiths have reappeared?" Elrond frowned.

“Yes! I have already met the second Ringwraith, Khammur! The third Ringwraith, Sernar! The fourth Ringwraith, Amorazo! The fifth Ringwraith, Lydalias!” Roland nodded.

"..." Elrond looked at Roland with pity. What kind of luck did Roland have to fight four Nazgûls in succession? The fact that he could see him was truly a stroke of luck for Roland.

“You’re quite lucky, considering some people never see a Ringwraith in their entire lives, while you’ve already fought four,” Elrond exclaimed.

"King Elrond, we can talk about the common people, but let's forget about the Na'vi..." Roland exclaimed in surprise. He, a third-tier Grand Knight, could fight against the Ringwraiths? Four of them? He'd probably be ashes scattered by now.

"But you caused quite a commotion at Lonely Mountain, and now you're coming to Moria to make things worse?" Elrond said helplessly.

“Sigh… The dwarves’ confidence has been greatly boosted after reclaiming Lonely Mountain. A large number of dwarves have returned to Irubor, and the dwarves have once again built up a huge army. You know that the War of Moria was a painful memory for the dwarves. Now that the dwarves have the ability and manpower, what do you think they will do?” Roland asked rhetorically.

"Moreover, the recapture of Moria is also beneficial to us. Rorian and Moria can help each other, and the entire southern part of the Misty Mountains is under the control of our allied forces!" Roland smiled.

“I don’t think those proud dwarves would turn to the elves for help…” Elrond shook his head pessimistically.

“Bahrin is different from Thorin. If he succeeds as King of Moria, he will make the most suitable choice!” Roland shook his head with a smile. Balin is much more adaptable than Thorin. If things become unbearable, he will definitely seek help.

“I hope so…” Elrond fell silent.

“The elves of the Golden Forest are different from the elves of the Woodland Kingdom. They have no grudges against the dwarves of Irubor, and I believe they will get along well,” Roland smiled.

“I have no comment on that… When do you plan to leave?” Elrond asked.

“We should rest here for a couple of days. After all, it’s getting late, and things could change if we delay!” Roland said solemnly, gazing in Moria’s direction.

"Are you sure you can handle the Balrog?" Elrond asked with some concern, after all, the Balrog was already on par with dragons in some respects.

“One hero, two dragons, I don’t think I have any chance of losing!” Roland looked at Elrond with unwavering determination. “You still have to be careful! After all, this Balrog destroyed the Dwarven Kingdom! There were quite a few Dwarven overlords back then!” Elrond shook his head and advised.

"There's no way around it. We've already come this far. I can't just turn back no matter what's inside, can I?" Roland shrugged, his tone very relaxed.

“I just wanted to remind you that if you’re going to die, please leave your elven dragon behind…” Elrond’s lips twitched.

"Heh... Listen to me, thank you!" Roland chuckled dryly.

"By the way! King Elon, we need some scouts. If possible, I hope you can provide us with some soldiers!" Roland decided to try his luck.

“I’m sorry, Rivendell will not participate in your war, but I am still willing to help you to the best of my ability…” Elrond shook his head. Elves would not participate in the war between dwarves and humans, but out of consideration for the mutual dependence of the people, Elrond decided to help them anyway.

“Follow me!” Elrond nodded slightly to Roland.

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"This is an epic potion—Breath of Frost! After drinking it, you will gain 30 seconds of fire immunity. Here are three left, take them all! Remember, don't use them unless absolutely necessary! Save them for a life-saving moment!" Elrond took out an exquisitely carved wooden box from his room and took out three potions that shimmered with icy blue starlight from the center.

"Thank you, King Elrond!" Roland said gratefully. Compared to Yunfeng's potion, Elrond's was clearly of a higher grade and more precious. It would be very useful whether for a desperate fight or for escaping.

"Do you know how the Balrog attacks?" Elrond glanced at Roland.

Roland was speechless.

"I'm starting to believe you're here to die..." Elrond rubbed his temples, feeling utterly exhausted. Does anyone really go looking for trouble with the Balrog without knowing anything?
“All I know is that they will attack their enemies with flaming swords and flaming whips!” Roland said.

“That’s just a very general concept! There are melee and ranged units among the Balrogs. Balrogs wielding flaming whips are generally more like fire mages; their fire magic can incinerate everything! Those warriors wielding flaming swords possess considerable melee capabilities. Note that their fiery armor is enough to incinerate most attacks; many attacks are difficult to harm those clad in fiery armor. Although I don’t know which type of Balrog exists in Moria, I imagine they won’t be easy to deal with,” Elrond explained.

"Thank you for informing me!" Roland nodded. According to Elrond's description, the Balrog in Namoria was the spellcaster. Judging from the movie where Gandalf fought the Balrog for seven days and seven nights, it seemed that the guy wasn't very strong.

"Oh right, I almost forgot, if that Balrog is a spellcaster, be careful of his single-target forbidden spells!" Elrond suddenly said quietly.

"Pfft!" Roland spat out a mouthful of juice.

"What? That thing has a single-target forbidden spell? The kind with the strongest single-target killing ability?" Roland was completely stunned.

“Yes, and his forbidden spell is very short, which means he can only cast it for a short time. You have to be careful. Frost Breath is used on this.” Elrond nodded and said seriously.

(End of this chapter)