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In the eyes of the magical dragon Graulon, humans were supposed to be incredibly weak.
When Angban convened the war council, the demon lords never mentioned humans. They hadn't even considered the possibility that humans had the strength to participate in the war. The demon lords had always been most wary of the Light Elves.
On the other side, seeing that the dragon, fire demon, and half-orc armies had temporarily retreated, the elven army began to redeploy their defenses.
"Greetings, esteemed Prince Angrodel and Prince Aignol!"
With the dark army temporarily retreating, George landed alongside Chief Bureigulas and his brother Barashir, and they approached the two elven rulers of Elven City.
"These elves are indeed beautiful. No wonder Al and Apa are so eager to marry an elf," George remarked, his admiration clear as he looked at the two elven princes.
Compared to the elven actors in movies, the real elves here were far more stunning, and these two princes were even more striking than regular elves.
Though they didn't inherit their grandmother's golden hair like their sister, Celebrían, they had the unique, beautiful black hair of the Noldor elves.
To be honest, if one didn't know these two were male elves, it would be hard to tell the difference just by looking at them.
Perhaps this is the true embodiment of the phrase "so beautiful that their gender is indistinguishable."
It's no wonder the gods favored the elves so much, bringing them to live alongside them. Even when they made such a huge mistake, the gods forgave them as long as they admitted it.
Even after leaving the continent, the gods specifically left a passage for the elves. If they wished, the elves could always take a ship, following the guidance to the gods' domain.
This is a privilege that humans could never have.
Humans, too, were created by Eru Ilúvatar, yet the gods never invited them to live in Valinor. In fact, they set the rule that mortals were forbidden from going to Valinor. Any mortal who attempted to go there without permission would be punished.
Even after humans contributed to Morgoth's downfall, the gods only established a small island near Valinor to provide for them, improving their lifespan and physical condition. But they never allowed them to live in Valinor.
Only a few humans, those who made significant contributions to the world, were allowed to go to Valinor and live with the elves.
Perhaps the gods were just too enamored with beauty.
It's no surprise that when elves fall in love with humans, it's truly a deep love. After all, when it comes to appearance, humans can't even begin to compare with elves.
"There's no need to address us as princes. From now on, we are brothers. The elves sincerely thank you for coming to our aid at this critical moment. We will forever remember this favor!"
The two princes simultaneously performed the highest elven salutation to Chief Bureigulas, Barashir, and George.
They hadn't expected that the humans, whom they usually had to care for, would risk their lives to come to their aid at such a dangerous time for Elven City. This gesture truly moved them.
One hundred and fifty years ago, their older brother, Finrod, had discovered humans migrating from the east. He found the human race fascinating. Although they had no true civilization at the time, they showed great capacity for learning and were quite intelligent.
As a result, he grew fond of humans, playing music for them and teaching them much knowledge, bringing them to live near their city.
These two brothers also took care of the humans, understanding that their lifespan was short, barely reaching a hundred years, and that they were weak, often falling prey to wild beasts.
When Elven City was attacked, they sent a messenger to the humans—not to ask for help, but to warn them to flee as soon as possible.
To their surprise, the humans didn't run. Instead, they brought only eight hundred soldiers to their aid, giving them the opportunity to catch their breath.
"The two of you have always treated our Beor family with great care. Though our Beor family has little strength, we are more than willing to contribute what we can!"
Bureigulas replied passionately.
Angrodel and Aignol exchanged a glance, nodding simultaneously, before looking at George with expressions of surprise.
"Are you a human from the Beor family as well? Your light magic is incredibly powerful. I've only seen magic that strong from my grandmother!" Aignol remarked, his voice filled with awe.
"I'm Awen of the Beor family, Awen George. You can call me George. I once studied magic with a wizard, and all these spells are what he taught me," George casually explained, offering a fabricated reason.
Angrodel and Aignol didn't suspect anything. The situation was too urgent to focus on such details, but Chief Bureigulas and Barashir exchanged a glance, puzzled.
They remembered him as simply Awen—when did he become Awen George? Had they misremembered?
"Whooo! Whooo! Whooo!"
The sound of horns echoed from outside the city walls. The dark army had regrouped and was preparing for another assault.
"Bureigulas, I need your help!"
The two princes' expressions darkened, and they quickly turned to Chief Bureigulas.
"During the battle earlier, the magic dragon mentioned that the western battlefield is commanded by Morgoth's deputy, Sauron. The number of troops there far exceeds what we face on the central battlefield. I fear that my older brother, Finrod, might underestimate them. We need you to send some people to break through and deliver a message."
The western battlefield was where the current High King of the Noldor, their powerful second uncle Finrod, was fighting.
But according to the magic dragon, Sauron didn't intend to directly assault the nearly impenetrable western front. Instead, he planned to slip through the gap between the western and central battlefields, launching a surprise attack from behind.
And behind that gap lay their older brother Finrod's territory.
As for why they needed humans to deliver the message, the reasons were twofold.
First, compared to the Light Elves, humans were significantly weaker, and if elves were sent, the already difficult-to-hold position would become even harder to defend.
Second, if the frontlines here fell, at least sending the humans on this mission would give them a chance to survive in their older brother's territory, rather than being wiped out entirely.
"Barashir, take three hundred warriors and deliver the message to Lord Finrod's lands," Bureigulas instructed without hesitation, immediately giving his command to Barashir.
Finrod was the one who had led their ancestors to this land, so the elves were naturally eager to help.
However, just as Barashir was about to agree, George interjected.
"Let me go. I know flight magic. I can move much faster than a warhorse and finish the task before the fighting begins!"
If he recalled correctly, by the time Barashir and his soldiers reached Finrod's lands, Sauron's army would already be engaged in battle. And because they hadn't anticipated the overwhelming number of half-orcs, they nearly suffered a disastrous defeat.
It was only thanks to Barashir, leading three hundred human soldiers to form a human wall, sacrificing themselves to protect Finrod, that they had managed to escape with their lives.
(End of Chapter)