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

Chapter 1063 Showing Off Muscles
"Wow! How nostalgic! Are the stone giants in these mountains still there?" Thorin carried Oakrist ahead, his eyes filled with nostalgia and memories. It was here that they had gone through so many hardships, and he had to admit that the thrilling escape back then was still vivid in his mind.

"It's a pity that Lord Baggins isn't out there with him!" Thorin shrugged at Dvalin, who had gone to war with him.

"Does our destination include the Shire, Lord Roland?" Dvalin called out to Roland at the front of the group, his booming voice, typical of dwarves, echoing through the valley.

"What's wrong?" Roland turned his horse around and walked back. He was grateful for the governance of the King's Landing family. The originally rugged mountain road had been repaired into a gravel road that allowed two carriages to ride side by side, which made it easy for Roland to turn around on horseback.

“We miss Lord Baggins!” Dvalin shrugged, feeling a pang of longing for the lively thief after all these years.

"Yes! If there's a chance!" Roland gave Thorin and the others a deep look. Because the gears of history had changed, Thorin's bloodline did not end at Lonely Mountain this time. The ending was much better than in the original story. The fact that they remembered to visit Bilbo Baggins was a sign of conscience. After all, only the wise old dwarf Balin had ever visited Bilbo in history.

"Alright, if it affects everyone, then we won't force it!" Thorin nodded. In fact, he was a good king, knowing what was important and being loyal. Apart from the period when he was corrupted and controlled by Smaug's curse, Thorin's personal charm was perfect.

"By the way, the stone giant has left, so don't worry about them throwing stones at you anymore!" Roland nodded to the group. The stone giant, who used to play around in the dark, probably left quite a few psychological scars on the dwarves. After the hero Leo Breo returned, the stone giant moved away after his "kind advice." After all, this big shot really had an angry lion in his eyes!

"That's great! We don't have to worry about being thrown around like a ball anymore!" Thorin muttered.

"Where are we going down?" Thorin asked, looking at the long line behind him.

“Would you like to come to my castle for a visit?” Apophis Breo invited.

“No need. King’s Landing has already been rested, so we won’t stop at Lionhold!” Roland shook his head. King’s Landing is a city on the eastern foot of the Misty Mountains. Currently, it is the only city of the King’s Landing family, standing at the foot of the mountains. Lionhold is a strategic castle built by the King’s Landing family after the old pass was expanded. It directly guards the road through the Misty Mountains!
"Tell the cavalry to be careful!" Roland warned. The dwarven argali cavalry were manageable, as those argali sheep could traverse mountains and valleys with ease. However, the cavalry of the Kingdom of Lagrang and the Kingdom of Akvia were much more troublesome.

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"Are we really going to Rivendell?" Thorin's face was full of reluctance, after all, he had never had much affection for elves, and he had done so even in front of Thranduil.

“…Hmm?” Roland turned his head and found Thranduil also with a dark and lifeless expression.

"Tsk!" Roland shook his head, inwardly realizing something was wrong. He knew there was conflict between the Lonely Mountain dwarves and elves, but he had almost forgotten that the Woodland elves and the Valley elves weren't exactly on good terms either. After all, Thranduil's father had died in the final battle of the Alliance, along with two-thirds of the army, who were buried in the Dagorrag Plains...

As everyone knows, there were three unfortunate factions involved in the final Alliance War: the Star Elves, the Lorien Elves, and the Woodland Kingdoms. Their kings and most of their armies perished before the Black Gate because they attacked without Gil Galadriel's orders, resulting in their deaths. Regardless, the blame was directly placed on the Alliance, no wonder Thranduil's face was dark…

"Let's go! We're already here. Thousands of fully armed troops are passing through our gates; it wouldn't be right not to pay our respects!" Roland waved his hand. Back then, even his small elite force caused a misunderstanding and ended up being beaten up by Elrond's lieutenant, Lind. Now, thousands of elite troops were appearing behind them at the entrance to the Valley of the Dead. It would be strange if the Valley Elves didn't provoke him. "Have the army stop in front of the fortress, don't cause any misunderstandings!" Roland ordered everyone. Then, he subtly glanced into the distance. Sure enough, some elves who were secretly monitoring saw thousands of people pouring out of the fortress, mounting their warhorses, and galloping faster than mice.

"Let's go! Let's pay a visit to King Elon!" Roland didn't bring any troops, but he did bring all the dragon knights and sixth-tier soldiers, and he also brought along the eloquent Marquis Al-Tegran Franz.

“I’ll go with you!” Duke Apophis Breo, along with old Rio, stood behind Roland and joined the group as a retainer of Roland.

"This doesn't look like a visit; it looks more like they're going to destroy a country..." Omske muttered to Mogus. After all, judging from the composition of this visiting group, it didn't seem like a friendly exchange; it looked more like they were there to cause trouble...

"That's about right, how many sixth-tier dragons are there now..." Even the usually composed Mogus couldn't help but complain. With so many sixth-tier dragons, wiping out a small country would be a piece of cake.

"It's not that easy! King Elon's strength is unfathomable; I feel he's above the sixth rank!" Roland's ears twitched; the Dragon Knight's enhancement made his hearing incredibly sharp, and he couldn't help but interject.

"Above the sixth rank? A demigod?" Omsk's pupils shrank. In the Lagrange Empire, demigods were not rare. Peak dragon knight commanders could reach the threshold, and great sages who had mastered the laws of nature and cultivated the laws for hundreds of years could also join the ranks. Omsk had actually seen a demigod before!

"So tone it down. We're here to make money, not to die!" Roland calmly pushed Doss back into the dragon flute. Doss, who was of one mind with Roland, also plunged into the dragon flute without hesitation when he heard that there might be a demigod.

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"We meet again, Lord Linde!" Roland waved to the elves who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, showing no regard for the hundreds of elven cavalrymen who had already formed ranks. Instead, he beckoned to Linde with a devilish smile.

"..." Linde stared blankly at the group of only a dozen or so people in front of him, and then felt a sense of bad luck when he saw Roland.

"Gentlemen..." Linde looked at the crowd in front of him holding up colorful flags and asked in confusion.

“We, the Northern Alliance, have come to pay a visit to King Elrond. I hope he is home. Please guide us…” Roland said with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant.

"..." Linde's face darkened. It wasn't that Roland's words were wrong, but rather the sight of the figures behind Roland, each igniting their battle aura flames, made Linde's face grow increasingly grim. A group of multicolored battle aura flames reaching the sky clearly indicated that this was a group of sixth-tier professionals! Even the ruthless Thranduil had unintentionally ignited his own battle aura flame—a blatant display of strength!
"Please follow me! King Elrond is waiting for you!" As an elf rode up and whispered something in Lind's ear, Lind raised his hand to signal the cavalry to retreat, and then stepped aside to make way for them, gesturing for them to come in.

“See, I told you King Elrond would see us!” Roland turned his head and winked playfully at Bard.

I'm back! Please, family members, give me some money so I can have a prosperous New Year!