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

Chapter 1075 Identity Exposed
"Get lost! Don't scare us!" Roland waved his hand and complained. Although Gandalf and the others had doubts about this, it was still too far-fetched to say that they would crawl out of the sea.

"Could it be that they survived the War of the Gods back then? And then revived two eras later, crossing the sea from the west?" Roland thought of the most reasonable explanation. After all, the Lagrange Empire had the Fire Seed Project, which preserved the manpower and resources of the previous era to the next. Even the Lagrange and the Dragon Clan could avoid the impact of the Great Symphony. It was normal for the gods to have some means to leave behind a few cats and dogs!

"How long ago was the War of the Gods? I don't even know about Ragnarok..." Thranduil's lips twitched. You mean these guys have been in some Galatians for several ages? Thranduil, lacking in imagination, scoffed at this, thinking Roland was talking nonsense.

"..." Roland looked at Thranduil deeply, which only made him more certain of his guess. After all, even Thranduil, a "strange species" born in the First Age, couldn't figure out Gandalf's situation, so the most outrageous thing could only be the situation Roland had imagined.

"I think the only person who knows the answer is King Elrond!" Thorin interrupted their conversation. Elrond and Gandalf had known each other for a long time, and Elrond was one of the oldest beings in Middle-earth. Thorin guessed that only he could know the answer.

“Perhaps there is also Queen Galadriel! She is also an ancient being!” Roland sighed. He knew that there was a so-called Age of the Two Trees before the First Age. Gandalf and the others should have been born in that era, and the gods also fell in that era. Queen Galadriel most likely experienced all of this, otherwise she would not have called Gandalf Mislander so affectionately!
“Yes!” Thranduil nodded. He acknowledged Queen Galadriel, one of the strongest elves in Middle-earth. Her strength was unfathomable. Perhaps she no longer possessed the fighting power of a demigod over time, but she could absolutely crush an ordinary sixth-tier elf.

Roland closed his eyes, letting his warhorse carry him forward. His mind was filled with memories of the conversations they had just had. Thranduil, that unfortunate fellow—his father was a pitiful child, and so was he. He didn't even know what had happened during the Age of Two Trees. It was safe to say that there was definitely something wrong with the historical lineage of the Woodland Elves. As for whether he might be deliberately hiding things from everyone, Roland thought it was possible, but the probability was low. After all, he had been training Thranduil for so long, and there was no need for him to conceal things that didn't directly affect his own interests. Thranduil in this plane was quite good!

"Go visit Lagrange when you have time. Ajax should be able to heal your wounds from the dragonfire!" Roland suddenly remembered Thranduil's face, which had been disfigured by the dragonfire of Smaug, the dragon of the North, and kindly reminded him.

“No problem… um?” Thranduil answered subconsciously, then paused, his pupils suddenly contracting. He turned his head sharply to look at Thorin behind him and found him staring back at him calmly. After a moment, Thranduil turned his head back.

"How did he know?" Thranduil's heart skipped a beat. He had only shown Thorin about his disfigurement years ago during their argument; his left cheek was contorted in a grotesque grimace, and his left eye was a dull, grayish-white! All these years, he had relied on powerful magic to conceal his disfigured face…

"My eyes have seen the power of the dragon!" Before Thranduil could finish his wild thoughts, Roland turned to look at Thranduil. At this moment, Thranduil's pupils had dilated, and his long, narrow pupils were full of golden light.

“Dragon…” Thranduil shuddered violently. He looked into Roland’s eyes, but his mind was completely drawn back to the day he faced Smaug’s flames… Fire! Fire everywhere! Dragonfire descending from the sky!
“Lagrange is the kingdom of dragons. Don’t worry, although a mutated dragon is not a pseudo-dragon, it is still far from being a true dragon. There are real fire dragons in the kingdom. This burning curse of dragonfire is nothing to dragons…” Roland nodded calmly. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes had returned to normal, but Thranduil’s gaze held a hint of awe.

Roland brought this up not on a whim, but as a preemptive warning before forming a community of shared interests. After all, the most uncontrollable member of this alliance is this First Age "abnormal." While not a bad person, both he and his father have had the experience of "Where are my teammates?" (legendary trolls who ruin their teammates and themselves!). The only difference is that his father actually sacrificed himself, while Thranduil almost did... Thorin's accusation that Thranduil betrayed his teammates isn't entirely unfounded, since Thranduil attacked before the dwarves, took the dragon's breath head-on, and never dared to do it again, running away in fear when the dwarves were overwhelmed by the dragons... Did he betray them? Yes! Did he not? You could say he didn't...

To make Thranduil take the strength of the Alliance leader seriously, Roland revealed his strength to a limited extent. After all, the intimidation of having a dragon knight in one's home is completely different from that of a king who is also a dragon knight. Thranduil, a man who has seen the world, can certainly tell what Roland's vertical eyes are all about. Therefore, it is much better to let his ally quickly realize his position than to hide it and expose himself when he is tricked. Roland understood this very well.

"Thank you!" Thranduil's aura immediately deflated. His status as a sixth-tier hunter was insignificant in the eyes of the dragon knights. Putting everything else aside, the only advantage he might have was that Roland could outlast the old man. After all, a third-tier knight riding a young dragon could fight against most sixth-tier knights. Obviously, with Roland's abilities, defeating the kings present was not a dream. Thranduil, who had been aloof because he was the strongest, immediately recognized the reality.

"My God! Dragon's Eyes! You're a Dragon Rider too! My brother!" Thorin's brain capacity didn't allow him to think about too many things, but he was genuinely happy to see that the Alliance had gained another Dragon Rider. In a sense, this Dwarf King, who was not affected by the curse of the Arkenstone, was undoubtedly the most passionate person in all of Middle-earth!
"The aura of a dragon! King Roland..." Bard, who was in front, keenly sensed the unfamiliar dragon power coming from behind him. After all, its conspicuousness was no less than a campfire appearing in the ice field. Bard, who had experience in slaying dragons, instantly sensed it.

"Dragon slayers can sense the presence of dragons, right?" Roland smiled and nodded at Bard. As someone who had personally killed a dragon whose life level had almost reached that of a dragon, the title of "dragon slayer" was not just a title, but also a curse inflicted upon the dragon at the moment of its fall. It would be carried for life, and its only ability was to sense the presence of dragons when they were close by...

“I’ve never felt this before…” Bard raised his hand with a wry smile. On his right hand was a ferocious dragon-shaped rune that was now glowing and burning hot!

"It was only recently that it was successful!" Roland smiled. He had deceived Bard. It was purely because the bloodline of the Golden Dragon was too high. Doss directly concealed and blocked the sensing power of the curse. As long as he didn't want to be exposed, the dragon slayer could circle around Roland for a lifetime and never know that the dragon existed!
"Congratulations!" Bard withdrew his hand, his smile genuine and excited. After all, for him, the River Valley Kingdom had gained another powerful figure.