"Good!" Aragorn nodded. Though he did not believe those wandering Orcs could defeat the gathered northern nomads, he still maintained basic vigilance and caution, committing Roland's words to heart.
"Then I'll set off first!" Aragorn bid everyone farewell. Organizing the troops would take time, and gathering the scattered northern nomads would not be easy.
"Go! Be careful on the road, stay safe!" Roland waved at Aragorn and watched him stride away.
"Th-That's it? He agreed just like that?" Thranduil was impressed by human efficiency.
"What else would he do? That kid had his eye on Elrond's daughter, not some village girl! His current status as chieftain of the northern nomads wasn't enough for her. This was his chance to change his fate!" Roland shrugged. Although Aragorn's bloodline made him the first heir to the royal house of Gondor, that did not mean those nobles would acknowledge some northerner with no foundation. He had not yet gone to Gondor to humiliate himself by demanding the throne. Historically, he had only gained the support of a group of nobles after decades of experience. Young Aragorn knew his own limits well enough.
"How could elves and humans possibly have a future together?" Thranduil could not help grumbling. To elves with their long lives, humanity's brief lifespan was merely a fleeting moment, a passing traveler in life. A human's death was undoubtedly a long torment for an elf. At that moment, immortality became a curse!
"You don't understand. That's love!" Roland said with an air of profound wisdom.
"I don't know whether it's love, but I do know that the one left behind will spend the rest of their life in endless pain!" Thranduil said bitterly.
"Tch!" Roland clicked his tongue and gave Thranduil a helpless look. Didn't he know that lovers lived and