"A demigod? That's incredibly rare. There aren't many beings of that level left in Middle-earth!" Thorin said solemnly.
"Can he help us?" Bard asked.
"A demigod won't interfere in this kind of dispute. To them, a war like this is practically child's play. People still have to rely on themselves!" Thranduil shook his head, seriously voicing his opinion for once.
"Yes, a demigod won't involve himself in a war of this scale. His counterpart is that one in Mordor! Until that one emerges, there aren't many ways we can make use of him!" Roland nodded, agreeing with Thranduil. Demigods did not act casually either. Historically, the Lord of the Golden Flower had only stepped in to receive the Ring-bearers when the Nine were besieging them. After all, Hidden Valley had few who could directly contend with the Nine at the time.
"At least we can rest easy now. After that abyss appeared in the south, we know we aren't completely without support behind us!" Thorin smiled. At the very least, it was good news: if the sky fell, there were still tall people to hold it up. At least they were no longer Middle-earth's weightlifting kings!
"Not necessarily. That one isn't alone either. His Highness Thranduil experienced the War of the Last Alliance, so he should know that the enemy has plenty of allies!" Roland gave a bitter smile.
"Yes. The southern tribes, the Black Númenóreans, some Dwarves, Orcs, trolls, drakes..." Thranduil recalled, nostalgia and fear flickering in his eyes. His father and more than half his people had died in that great war. It was a wound he would never forget...
"And don't be too optimistic. The Elven demigod may not necessarily fight for us!" Roland patted the still-thoughtful Thorin.
"Why?" Bai Yi and Bard, the two who knew