Dwarves and Elves Clash

An arrow suddenly shot out from the woods, but its target was not Aaron, but the magic Wand in his hand.

Upon hearing the whooshing sound, Aaron reacted instantly, dodging the arrow by grabbing it with his left hand.

"Who?" Aaron asked coldly as he watched the arrows hurtling towards him.

The hidden figure did not emerge, but instead fired a second arrow.

"You think you're so great, huh?!"

Aaron was furious. He switched the arrow from his left hand to his right and threw it.

The two arrows collided in mid-air with a clang. Aaron threw the arrow with all his might, but it was shot in two, landing on his left and right sides respectively.

Seeing the arrow that had fallen less than a few meters in front of him, Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard.

This is an expert, absolutely an expert.

Now the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, and the situation is quite unfavorable for him.

Legolas was secretly surprised that a mage could block his arrow, especially in such a way.

"Who are you? What brings you here?"

The sound came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"I'm just passing by," Aaron said with an awkward laugh. "I swear on the name of the Gaius family that I have no other purpose than to pass by."

"Gaius?" Legolas frowned slightly. "I don't think I've ever heard of that surname before."

"A nobody, not worth mentioning."

"Hmph! Nobody can kill more than twenty spiders by himself."

"Luck, it's purely luck."

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever tried this magic, and I never expected it to succeed," Aaron said earnestly, his expression revealing nothing but honesty.

Legolas didn't believe a word of this explanation. If it were an ordinary spell, it could be explained by luck, but this was an extremely high-level spell, which couldn't be explained by luck at all.

"Well, I still have something to say, goodbye."

After saying that, Aaron turned and ran without looking back.

Just kidding. The questioning tone he used clearly indicated that he was a native of the Mirkwood. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Offending elves in elf territory is not a wise move.

Furthermore, the other party's fearless attitude suggested that they were confident in suppressing him, the Warlock had killed more than twenty spiders.

In this situation, it's best to leave; if you wait too long, you won't even have a chance to escape.

"Legolas," a female elf asked, "Shall we pursue him?"

"No, Tauriel." Legolas smiled slightly, picked up an arrow, and shot it.

The arrow's trajectory followed a parabola, landing exactly one meter in front of Aaron.

Legolas then quickly fired three more arrows, which lined up with the first arrow with almost no difference in spacing.

Aaron's eye twitched slightly; he was amused by the roadblocks in front of him.

"What does this mean? A protest?"

"I'm just telling you what the consequences will be if you keep running forward. If you're not afraid, you can continue."

Aaron slapped his forehead. "If you're so capable, come out here. What kind of hero hides like this?"

"As you wish."

Legolas leaped down from the tree, aiming an arrow at Aaron. "Warlock, what brings you here?"

"I really was just passing by," Aaron said wearily. These days, nobody believes the truth; most people only believe what they want to believe.

"Is that so? Where do you want to go?" Legolas sneered. "Lies can't fool elves."

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that," Aaron said.

Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?

"You definitely dare to do it, it's just that you don't."

After all, I'm only thirteen. No, it's been half a year already, I'm fourteen now.

"Ahem, elves wouldn't kill a fourteen-year-old child."

"It doesn't seem difficult for Warlock to change his appearance," Legolas said, pulling the string.

Upon hearing this, Aaron was completely stunned.

No wonder Flor said to hide his Warlock identity before setting off; it turns out that revealing his identity would be really inconvenient.

"But I'm really just a child, you have to believe me!"

Legolas remained unmoved; he couldn't believe that a young boy could possess such exaggerated magical and combat prowess.

"Call!"

Aaron took a deep breath. "I don't want to offend the elves. Let me leave here, and we can all pretend nothing happened, okay?"

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then there's nothing I can do." Aaron slowly raised his Wand. "Guess whether my spell is faster or your arrow is faster?"

Legolas smiled slightly and decisively fired an arrow.

"Expelliarmus."

Legolas staggered back several steps, his staff knocked from his hand, and he fired an arrow that also knocked Aaron's Wand away.

The two came to their senses and their bodies reacted instinctively.

They unanimously abandoned their ground weapons and switched to close-quarters combat.

Legolas was agile, and Aaron was not far behind, but the experience the elves had accumulated over a long period of time allowed Legolas to gradually gain the upper hand.

After a dozen or so rounds, Legolas pulled an arrow from behind and pressed it against Aaron's neck.

"Don't move, now we can have a proper talk."

Who are you? Where do you come from? What is the purpose of being here?

"Please take a closer look before asking these questions," Aaron said with a meaningful smile.

Legolas paused for a moment, then slowly lowered his head; a dark brown Wand was pressed against his abdomen.

"You have a second Wand?"

"I'm a person who lacks a sense of security and likes to have a backup plan." Aaron shrugged. "How about it? Want to try again and see if your arrow is faster or my spell is faster?"

Legolas's face darkened, then he sneered, "You think you've won?"

"Of course not, sometimes not losing is winning," Aaron said. "This stalemate isn't working. How about I let go when I count to three?"

"Good."

"One two three..."

Legolas released the arrow from his hand, but Aaron did not release his Wand.

"Hmph!" Legolas scoffed disdainfully, as if he had expected this. "Cunning human."

Aaron chuckled and put his Wand away.

It's always wise to be cautious before you've determined the enemy's character.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you," Aaron said politely. "I was being petty and judging you by my own standards. I hope you can understand, after all, I wouldn't entrust my life and fortune to a stranger."

Legolas raised an eyebrow in surprise. He was now basically certain that the Warlock was not a bad person, because a bad person would never let go of the opportunity just now.

"You, are you really just passing by?"

"It couldn't be more true. I just wanted to get through this dense forest. I absolutely did not mean to disturb the elves."

Legolas nodded thoughtfully. "I'll trust you for now. Do you need me to send someone to escort you out?"

"There's absolutely no need for that," Aaron blurted out.

If it were just him alone, he would naturally be more than happy to accept it, but the problem is that there are also thirteen dwarves and one Hobbit.

Hobbit are manageable, but the elves here have no good feelings towards dwarves. Once they meet, it's like fire and water, and no matter how many mouths he has, he can't explain himself.

"Why?"

"Why?" Aaron's mind raced, and he said with righteous indignation, "This is my own journey, and I don't need anyone else's help."

Hearing this, Legolas suddenly felt a sense of admiration for the Warlock. "My name is Legolas. What's your name?"

"Gaius, Aaron Gaius."

Besides, I really am only fourteen years old.

"Stop joking, okay?"

"There's no way around it, that's just how the joys of genius are... simple, unpretentious, and boring."

Legolas opened his mouth, and then he was filled with phlegm.

"Okay! Have a pleasant trip."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief; dealing with this elf was really not easy.

However, just then, a commotion arose from not far away, and the other members of the expedition team rushed over, shouting his name.

Aaron:...

Generous gift of crabs! Would it kill you to be a minute or two late?

"Dwarf." Legolas's expression changed, and he looked at Aaron with more suspicion. "It seems there's something you haven't told me."

"Um... I can explain."

Legolas chuckled and flipped over to pick up the bow and arrows from the ground.

Aaron didn't have time to think and decisively picked up the first Wand.

"Elf." Thorin approached and looked coldly at Legolas, then drew his Orcrist.

The others also cautiously drew their weapons, and a battle seemed inevitable.

"Calm down, you must calm down, don't fight!" Aaron said anxiously. "Thorin, there's no need to be so nervous, put your sword away."

"Tell him to put the bow and arrows away first."

"Impossible," Legolas said. "Don't think I won't kill you, dwarf. I'd be happy to oblige."

"Ha! How many arrows do you have? Enough to kill us?" Thorin said scornfully.

Legolas waved his hand, and more than twenty elves jumped out from all directions, surrounding them, followed by the sound of bowstrings being drawn one after another.

"That should be enough," Legolas laughed. "What do you think?"

"I can explain," Aaron said weakly.

"Of course, but we'll have to go somewhere else, what do you think?"

Aaron shook his head speechlessly and silently placed the two Wand on the ground. "Put down your weapons! Circumstances force us to submit."

The dwarves were naturally unwilling, but looking at the arrows aimed at them all around them, they had no choice but to comply.

"Search."

The elves confiscated all the expedition's weapons and supplies, but they left everything else behind. This allowed Bilbo to luckily keep his ring, though he lost his sword.

"Lord Legolas, this is an ancient elven sword." An elf handed Legolas the Orcrist.

"This sword comes from Gondolin, forged by the Noldor." Legolas turned to Thorin. "Where did you get it?"

"It was a gift from someone else."

"He's not only a thief, but also a liar."

"He's telling the truth," Aaron said sincerely. "I saw King Elrond hand him the Orcrist with my own eyes."

"King Elrond?" Legolas was taken aback. "What proof do you have?"

"My weapon," Aaron pointed to his elven weapon, "Was given to me by Lindir of Rivendell, a confidant of King Elrond."

I originally had another set of bows and arrows, but I've used them all up.

"If you don't believe me, you can send someone to Rivendell to verify. If they're all out of town, you can also go to Queen Galadriel; I've met her once."

Legolas frowned. "Take them away first."

The expedition finally found a way, but sadly, they were being led astray and were captured several times along the way.

Unlike Rivendell, the Wood Elf ' palaces are built in a dense forest, with interiors composed of crisscrossing giant trees and rocks, making them somewhat dark, yet still magnificent and grand.

The fifteen men were separated and put into cells. Aaron and Bilbo were imprisoned together, while the dwarves were each put in a cell.

"This is unfair! Why do they get single rooms?" Aaron was dissatisfied with the elves' discrimination.

"Is the excuse that there aren't enough cells satisfactory?" Legolas asked.

"Satisfied? What can I say?"

"You'd better think about what to say later; my father should be seeing you."

"You are not dwarves. For the sake of King Elrond and Queen Galadriel, if your explanation satisfies the king, or if you are more courteous, you might be spared imprisonment."

"Really?"

"It's fake," Thorin poured cold water on the idea. "These elves are not trustworthy; they won't keep their promises."

Legolas snorted. He didn't care what the dwarves thought, but he still trusted his father.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The cell doors were closed one by one. As he took turns using his Kili, he smiled at the elf Tauriel and said, "Aren't you going to search me? There might be something hidden in my trousers."

"Or maybe there's nothing at all." Tauriel gave him a deep look and closed the cell.

"Why is that dwarf staring at you, Tauriel?" Legolas asked.

"Who knows? He was quite tall among the dwarves, don't you think?"

"Taller than usual, but just as ugly." Legolas glared at Kili, then turned and left.

After all the elves had left, Aaron looked at Kili with a meaningful expression and teased, "You have good taste, buddy! You're just a little overconfident."

"What do you mean?" "Take my advice and change your target." Aaron sighed, "Although I admire your spirit of daring to compete with a prince for a woman, your chances are really extremely slim."

In terms of family background, ability, appearance, and personality, Legolas completely outclasses you.

"How old are you? What do you know at fourteen?" Kili said defiantly. "My the Mother said that the miracle of love has nothing to do with those things."

Aaron blinked, then gave him a thumbs up. "You have a great the Mother."

"Gentlemen, is this the time to talk about this?" Bilbo said anxiously. "We're prisoners now, shouldn't we be thinking about how to escape?"

"That's right." Dwalin slammed the door, Fili Oin followed suit, but the cell door did not budge an inch.

"It's no use," said the eldest, Balin. "This isn't a dungeon built by Ork; this is the Woodland King's palace. No one can leave without the King's permission."

Fortunately, we have this opportunity. The Woodland King desires a treasure in Lonely Mountain, giving us a degree of leverage.