[Hobbit+HP] The truth of elves

Gurgling bubbles floated to the surface of the crucible one after another, and the transparent liquid rolled over, emitting a faint fragrance of pine wood.

A beautiful hand stretched out and dropped a few slender green leaves.

As soon as the blade touched the liquid surface of the crucible, it immediately softened into a few streaks of green water, which disappeared without a trace after two simple stirrings.

The hand that put down the stirring rod extinguished the flame at the bottom of the crucible, and the dark fragrance floating in the room disappeared along with the heat.

Snape raised his eyebrows, and said in a tone that sounded very cold: "Perfect."

"How many days ago?" Lucius was engrossed in making the potion, and just asked casually.

"The tenth day." The portrait glanced at the familiar scenery outside the window behind Lucius, "You are safe."

"Good news, but it's not safe enough." Lucius bottled the potion smoothly, and glanced at the corner of his mouth, "Can you imagine that it's just a Muggle repelling spell that keeps them all out, so interesting .”

"A Muggle with such great energy?" Snape sneered with disapproval, "Then maybe we should be thankful that the Muggles we have faced before are not like them, otherwise..."

"Yeah, otherwise your savior wouldn't be so easy to protect." Lucius continued.

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, noncommittal to his friend's ridicule.

The past has long lost its color with the wind, and they have no desire to talk further.

In the silence, Lucius finally sat down. After contemplating, he took out a ring and put it on the table.

The snake-shaped ring lying in the center of the handkerchief still had a faint light flowing, it was well protected, and it still exuded the breath of Thranduil.

Snape followed suit.

"What do you think of the current situation?" Lucius smiled slightly, and talked about a topic he didn't want to close.

"not my business."

"If I die, you are alone in this potion room and can't do it yourself, aren't you lonely?" Lucius joked nonchalantly, "You should pray that I will help you make a body first, Then go find death."

"What do you want to do?" The professor frowned, having a bad feeling about Lucius' joke.

Lucius took a sip from the water glass in hand, and then glanced at the unfinished lunch beside the glass.

It was a seafood soup that was still a little warm, and it was just made by Meyersi.The cook came from a secret tunnel that even Cheryl didn't know about, and delivered three meals to Lucius' room on time, and also sent outside information along the way.

"Humanity's response this time is indeed very successful. I guess, behind such a clever restraint, there must be a certain elf who made plans and arranged the layout. Of course, the prince of Gondor is also a talent, which I admire." Lucius shook Shaking his head, "In comparison, Rohan's reaction can only be regarded as unsatisfactory. If it weren't for the half-orc's mistaken division of troops this time, Rohan really would have no chance of survival."

"Speaking of which, there were times when I was nervous before, but after all, there was no confrontation with this amount of troops." Lucius sighed and said, "If we can go back to the past now, maybe everything will be different."

"You want to go back?" Snape asked.

Lucius laughed carelessly, but did not answer: "Rohan is at the end of his battle, and has no strength left to resist."

"What are your plans?" Snape glanced at the slowed potions on the shelf.

"you guess?"

"Not interested." Snape simply refused without giving face.

"What can I do?" Lucius stood up, looking down from head-to-head, and his casual eyes began to focus on the serpentine ring, "I can't do anything. I'm just a tiny extraterrestrial visitor , It’s up to me to go or stay, and fate doesn’t follow my heart. Even if I want to, what role can I play? Maybe clinging to my master and begging for mercy is the most suitable path for me.”

The person in the portrait rolled his eyes at Lucius' self-mockery.

If he resigned to his fate, he wouldn't have to go to the forest to hide his body and stay there for three days and three nights.

If he accepts his fate, he doesn't need to hide the mansion in a mysterious way, stepping on a tightrope to test the bottom line of Quo Lun's ability to spy on the world.

If you accept your fate...

"Maybe I can ask Sauron for a body for you, what do you think?" Lucius smiled, not doubting the possibility that Sauron had promised.

The existence of learning from the God of Manufacturing and tossing out twenty rings is always stronger than the existence of seven Horcruxes, right?

Lucius remembered what Thranduil had explained, why are dark creatures inexhaustible?

"They come and go on this land, and the power of darkness is here to live."

"If the fallen power on this land comes from Melkor and Sauron, the power of darkness should be at the expense of their weakness. Then, as you said, the number of half-orcs continues to increase, and the number of fallen humans continues to grow." Corruption, they have absorbed the power of darkness, but Sauron can come back again and again."

"This is a cycle, which can also be understood as the closure of the world. Half-orcs can multiply, but they will die. Even if human beings are infected with evil, they will leave alone after death. That power has never stayed in Sauron for a long time. out of reach."

"Since this is the case, even if darkness spreads all over the continent, there shouldn't be no space for light to survive. Could it be that darkness can circulate, but the light that elves rely on will be exhausted? This doesn't sound like the truth at all."

Thranduil smiled calmly at the time: "That's because the power of light has gathered in other places, and there are fewer and fewer that can stay here. Light and darkness are not the only choices in this world, but they are the dominant ones. .But if it is too pure, it will naturally become more delicate. This is also a cycle.”

Lucius guessed it meant the other side of the channel.

Thranduil continued to talk to himself: "The cycle still exists, and it can be truth or shackles. In the face of such truth and fairness, souls are not so fair. Some souls are destined to experience suffering, but they are also fair. Ruthless."

"It's better to break such a cycle." Lucius was disdainful at the time.

Thranduy looked at him with meaningful eyes, and it took a long time before he responded to Lucius's proposal from a distance: "Sometimes it takes more than courage to break the rules. Your idea is accidental, but it seems to be Certainly. Do you now know why Sauron cast his power into the Lord of the Rings?"

Lucius pulled his thoughts back from the memory.

Now that he could speak the answer clearly, he was too lazy to answer the questioner like a good student.

Sauron forged the Supreme Lord of the Rings, condensing the power of dissociation into the magic weapon tied to his destiny.As long as there is that thing, the fixed power is what he can rely on to start again above the passing line forever.

If the Supreme Lord of the Rings had not been lost, it might not be possible for humans and elves to recover so long.

Now, Sauron probably needs a new container very much, especially the one with different world functions.

"Do you think that before the rules," Lucius raised his hand and took the snake-shaped ring in his hand, his admiring eyes fell on the beautifully patterned object, and he asked Snape in a relaxed tone, "a stubborn and troublesome What is more important, a soul or a soul willing to be selfless?"

The Potions Professor's face suddenly became extremely indifferent, just like the expression when he subconsciously closed his heart in the face of an accident.

Lucius was completely unmoved, and smiled: "Since the wizard can become a story, it must be because he has enough legends, what do you think?"

Snape was still silent, but Lucius saw his expression and knew that some words did not need to be clarified.

After a while, the portrait asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes!" Lucius nodded with a smile, "It's a big gamble."

The author has something to say: a special statement, even if the content of this chapter is privately set, the details of the original work are really incompetent~