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

Chapter 1066 Golden Flower Lord
"That sounds very tempting, but you'll have to figure out how to convince them yourself..." Elrond hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

"So you've agreed to maintain this trade route from the Bridge to the Peak?" Roland smiled.

“I think you’ve misremembered. Please come with me…” Elrond looked deeply at Roland and sighed.

……

“Your plan is absolutely perfect, but you’ve probably overlooked something…” Elrond pointed to the map.

"..." Roland glanced at the map and his eyes twitched. He grinned awkwardly because he had overlooked the section from Brunan Ferry to the Bridge of the End. People probably wouldn't recognize the route just by mentioning it, but the landmark right next to this road was the Troll Forest where the Lonely Mountain Expeditionary Force first encountered danger!
“Rivendell is willing to contribute to our friends in the East, but Windrise Peak is too far away, and Rivendell’s forces are limited. Our rangers can only guarantee safety after crossing the Bridge of the End.” Elrond pointed to the area drawn on the map between the Roaring River and the Echoing River.

"The Ogre Forest?" Roland's eyes lit up. It was good that the Valley was willing to take over, after all, ogres were not simple characters. Although they were afraid of light, they could still pose a serious threat to travelers.

“Yes, the forces in the Valley are limited, and we are unable to patrol and maintain any further out!” Elrond said sincerely. This man, who was probably the ceiling of Middle-earth’s fighting power at the moment, clearly understood that Roland’s predicament was not an exaggeration or a lie. After all, he could sense Roland’s sincerity. As the one who least wanted those bastards to crawl out of the darkness again, Elrond certainly didn’t want the North’s scapegoats to collapse. After all, the White Order had already sensed Sauron’s power resurfacing, but they just couldn’t catch him. Now, having Roland take the fall was naturally better than letting the Elves clean up the mess themselves. Elrond would definitely do the math!

"Thank you very much then. Leave the rest to the Dunedan people! After all, the Dunedan scouts are as swift as the wind!" Roland said.

"..." Elrond pursed his lips, shocked by Roland's shameless idea.

"And what about you?" Elrond looked at the bachelor Roland. Surely this guy wouldn't just finish his work and leave, would he?

"Me? I'll just slaughter my way through! I'll kick to death any fools or threats along the way! As long as the orcs don't launch a full-scale invasion, you can handle the rest of the maintenance work!" Roland grinned maliciously, looking at the map. It wasn't yet the War of the Ring, and the orc army hadn't gathered around the Eastern Road. After all, the Ringbearers hadn't set off yet, so there was no need to surround them. The remaining few or two were no match for Roland's massive allied army; seeing Roland was like seeing a ghost…

"There are quite a few threats along the way..." Elrond wanted to remind Roland not to be careless, after all, the last... no! The last three kings (lords) as confident as Roland were already dead outside the Black Gate! (Woodland Elf, Star Elf, Golden Elf: What? Thinking about my story?)

"Give me the truth, have the ancient tomb monsters on the road from Bri to Shire been cleared away?" Roland ignored Elrond's advice and asked instead.

"Those evil spirits have been lingering near the ancient tombs around the old forest, but don't worry, the old forest is no ordinary place. Those ancient tomb monsters won't come out easily. What's wrong?" Elrond asked curiously as Roland suddenly brought up the ancient tomb monsters. After all, those ancient tomb monsters had been lingering there for a long time, and the residents of Bri and the Charr were already used to avoiding them. Moreover, those ancient tomb monsters wouldn't casually step into human territory.

"Heh! I knew it was that old bastard, the Witch King of Angmar!" Roland sneered, his face already frosty. The great King Roland had already mentally planned nine different ways for the Witch King of Angmar to die! The chariot warriors' impalement would be perfect!
“The Witch-King of Angmar? He’s been missing for a long time, and he’s blessed with the power of divine rules. He can’t be killed by a man. His end hasn’t come yet…” Elrond patted Roland on the shoulder reassuringly. “That guy released Tomb Raiders into the North, almost causing a massive plague!” Roland said irritably. Whether it was the Witch-King of Angmar or not was irrelevant; after all, he was the Lich King, so blaming him was perfectly acceptable! After all, Tomb Raiders are a “specialty” of a region, and those things shouldn’t appear in the North. If you have ghouls or abominations, you can say they wandered over from further north, but Tomb Raiders are clearly a deliberate poisoning!

"Ancient Tomb Corpse Demons have appeared in the North?" Elrond asked in surprise.

“Yes, someone cast a curse on Long Lake, hmm… a forbidden curse! The source is hidden in a dimensional space, and the figure of an ancient tomb corpse demon has appeared around it. I don’t know if it was sent over or transformed!” Roland shook his head.

"Is it resolved? If you can't deal with the source of the curse, Rivendell can send in purification priests..." Elrond suggested, frowning.

"No need, nothing can withstand two breaths of dragon's breath. I appreciate your kindness, but if you really want to help me, please try your best to keep the Eastern Road open in the future!" Roland nodded to Elrond.

"Don't worry, Rivendell will keep its promise. The safety of the North is in your hands!" Elrond agreed to the deal just as Roland had expected. After all, exchanging the security of a section of land already under patrol for the opening of a second front in the North to draw the attention of the Dark Alliance was a win-win situation for the Valley. Every grain of wheat that crossed the Eastern Road would become a blade and fall on the head of the orcs!

"May you be well!" Roland said, patting his chest in greeting.

"May you return victorious!" Elrond said, bowing his head and touching his chest.

……

"..." Roland was in a good mood after saying goodbye to Elrond, so he happily strolled around the valley. It has to be said that the elves' aesthetic sense, which loves nature and art, is indeed on point. The gardens, corridors and parks that can be seen everywhere are dazzling. However, the figure in front of him soon made Roland stand still and his hands and feet go numb.

In a sparsely populated park, a tall and imposing elf stood silently, his back to Roland. His green cloak was embroidered with blooming celandine flowers in gold thread, like a spring field! It was clearly a high-level magical artifact, but what shocked Roland was the meaning behind the design.

"You have arrived, Lord of Lagrange, King of Romanian, Guardian of the North, Protector of the Lonely Mountain Alliance, Your Highness the Great King Roland!" His voice was gentle and pleasant. As he turned his head to meet Roland's gaze, his bright and intelligent eyes seemed to see through one's heart, and his handsome and wise face made Roland lose his composure.

“It’s you… Lord Glorfindel!” Roland said in a daze. Perhaps you are not familiar with this name, but you must know his title—the Golden Flower Lord, one of the supreme warriors of the elves!
"Oh? You recognize me?" Groffindale's eyes narrowed, a subtle change in his expression. "You mean a human with a lifespan of several decades, who's never seen me before, just glanced at me and called me by name? Whether it's open or not, I know in my heart."