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Chapter 90 Thranduil
"wizard?"

The young elf looked the two of them over, pausing for a few seconds in particular at the bubbles above their heads.

Then he spoke something in Elvish to the other elves.

The elves dropped their bows and arrows instantly.

"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil."

"Gandalf the Grey, I have heard of your name. My father said you were a wise man."

Gandalf bowed slightly, the hem of his grey robe brushing the moss at his feet, and a gentle smile lingered in his voice: "It is an honor to be spoken of so by the King of the Woodlands."

He looked up at Legolas, his gaze clear. "Son of Thranduil, you are as sharp as this forest. It seems the wind of Mirkwood has blown its best talents into you."

Faced with Gandalf's praise, the young Elf Prince seemed a little shy.

He turned his gaze to Dui, his face filled with curiosity. "Some time ago we captured some orcs that had escaped from the Misty Mountains. They told us that Azog the Defiler had been slain by a black-robed wizard. I suppose it was you."

"If there is no other black-robed wizard, then it should be me." Dui said with a smile.

Legolas was now much less wary of the two, but he still asked:
"I wonder what brings these two wizards to Mirkwood?"

Knowing that there was a conflict between the elves and dwarves in the Woodland Kingdom, Gandalf naturally would not say that he was looking for the dwarves.

He coughed and explained, "We were planning to cross the Mirkwood and head towards Lake Town, but we encountered a giant spider along the way until you arrived."

Legolas nodded.
"In that case, please follow me. My father would probably want to see you."

Gandalf and Due looked at each other and did not refuse.

It just so happened that they were also curious about whether Bilbo and his companions had fallen into the hands of the elves?
The two followed the elves all the way north.

The further north you go, the less contaminated the Mirkwood becomes by the dark forces. The woods are regaining their vitality and the air is becoming fresher.

Seeing this, Dui simply removed the bubble head curse on the two people's heads.

The elves of the Woodland Kingdom are mostly Silvan elves, or wood elves, and their hair is mainly black and brown.

Compared to other elven races, the Silvan elves are closer to nature and can connect with the animals and plants of the forest. They are skilled with bows and arrows, and use the natural environment such as trees and rivers to hide themselves and even sense threats.

But what is surprising is that although the Woodland Kingdom is mainly composed of Silvan elves, they are ruled by a minority of Sindarin elves.

For example, the Elf King Thranduil and Legolas are both Sindarin elves, and their golden hair is the most obvious sign.

The Woodland Kingdom lies northeast of Mirkwood, only a few miles from its edge, with the Forest River winding past its southern gate.

Unlike the elven buildings in Rivendell, the elves of the Woodland Kingdom live in a magnificent palace built in underground caves.

The main gate was carved into a hillside covered with maple trees. The two tall stone doors were engraved with magical elven runes, making it difficult for anyone to leave once they entered.

The two followed Legolas through the gate and into the winding tunnel. They passed many levels and passages along the way and came directly to a spacious hall.

At the highest point in the center of the hall sits a throne carved from stone, with huge elk antlers behind it.

Sitting on the throne was Thranduil, the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom.

He was tall, wearing a crown woven with red leaves and berries, and dressed in a gorgeous robe. His handsome face was majestic and a bit arrogant.

"Long time no see, Mithrandir." Thranduil stood up from the throne and walked down with a polite smile on his face.

"Your Majesty Thranduil." Gandalf bowed slightly.

Dui followed suit and greeted him. Serandui's gaze immediately fell on Dui.

"A rare young wizard, I presume you are the black-robed wizard Duir who slew Azog? I have heard legends about you from distant relatives. You are the slayer of wights, the killer of ogres, and the natural enemy of orcs. You have accomplished so many great things!"

"The rumors are a bit exaggerated, Your Majesty Thranduil." Dui shook his head and said.

"I can still tell whether it's an exaggeration or not," Thranduil waved his hand. "The huge explosion in the forest just now must have been your doing. My elves went to see it. The forest area within a radius of several hundred meters was razed to the ground, and at least a hundred giant spiders were killed."

"Such strength is many times stronger than the rumors!"

As he spoke, he proudly showed off his son to the two of them. "Speaking of which, you should already know my son—Legolas. He is the best marksman in Mirkwood. His arrows never miss their target, and he has killed countless giant spiders."

Gandalf was very considerate and followed suit in praising Legolas, saying that he had the same style as his father, and all kinds of nice things came out one after another.

Dui looked at Thranduil, whose lips were unconsciously rising, and immediately gave Gandalf a thumbs up in his heart.

Gandalf had scratched Thranduil's sore spot.

For Thranduil, praising his beloved son made him happier than praising himself.

As for Legolas, who was also present, he blushed because of his father's boasting and Gandalf's constant praise.

Thranduil was so happy that he ordered a banquet to be held to entertain the two guests, Gandalf and Doir.

at the banquet,
Thranduil sat in the main seat, Gandalf and Duir were guests, and Legolas was his companion.

Enjoy a variety of fine wines and delicacies accompanied by soothing music.

During the banquet, Thranduil asked Gandalf the purpose of their trip.

"Mithrandir, what is the important matter that brought you through Mirkwood this time?"

Gandalf explained vaguely, "We are going to Lake Town."

"Lake Town?" Thranduil paused holding his wine glass and squinted his eyes at Gandalf and Dewi. "What is the charm of Lake Town that can attract two wizards to visit there?"

"I remember that the residents of Long Lake Town were descendants of the survivors of Riverdale. When the dragon attacked Lonely Mountain, Riverdale at the foot of the mountain was not spared. Some survivors fled to Long Lake and established the current Long Lake Town."

"Are you going to Changhu Town for the dragon sleeping on Lonely Mountain?"

Seeing that Thranduil had guessed their purpose, Gandalf no longer concealed it and nodded.

"Yes, we plan to go to Lonely Mountain to investigate. After all, the dragon may awaken at any time, which is a huge hidden danger."

"So, you're working with Thorin Oakenshield? Want to help them retake the Lonely Mountain?"

Thranduil frowned and said with an unexpected expression.

Seeing Thranduil's attitude suddenly turn cold, Gandalf felt helpless, but still took the opportunity to ask: "Your Majesty Thranduil, have you met Thorin and the others?"

Thranduil had no intention of hiding anything and said directly and coldly: "They broke into my territory and have been imprisoned in the dungeon."

"You and Duir are my guests. You are welcome in the Woodland Kingdom, but if you want to plead for the dwarves, please don't ask!"

Thranduil did not give Gandalf a chance to plead and ended his words directly.

Gandalf opened his mouth, but swallowed his words.

Thranduil's attitude was very clear. As long as he didn't plead for the dwarves, they would still be friends.

(End of this chapter)