Chapter 258: Heading to the Western Battlefield
In the impression of the demon dragon Glauron, humans were supposed to be extremely weak.
Because during the war council in Angband, the Demon God didn't even mention humans. He never considered that humans would have the strength to participate in this war. The only ones he had always been wary of were those Light Elves.
On the other side, upon seeing that the armies of dragons, flame demons, and orcs had temporarily retreated, the Elven army began redeploying their defenses.
"Greetings, honorable Prince Angrod and Prince Aegnor!"
With the temporary retreat of the dark army, George also landed and, along with the clan leader Bregolas and his younger brother Barahir, paid respects to the two rulers of the Elven city.
"These Elves are indeed beautiful. No wonder Al and Apa were so eager to marry Elf women."
Looking at the appearances of the two Elven princes, George couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Compared to the Elf actors in movies, the real Elves here were far more beautiful and stunning. The two princes, in particular, were even more strikingly beautiful than ordinary Elves.
Although they did not inherit their grandmother's golden hair like their sister Galadriel, they possessed the uniquely beautiful black hair of the Noldor Elves.
To be honest, if one didn't know they were male, it would be impossible to tell their gender with the naked eye.
Perhaps this is the true portrayal of the saying "so beautiful their gender is indistinguishable."
No wonder the gods were so fond of the Elves, wishing to have them live by their sides. Even if the Elves made great mistakes, as long as they admitted their wrongs, they would be forgiven.
Even in the future, after leaving this continent, a special path was left for the Elves. As long as they were willing, they could always sail across the sea and be guided to the land of the gods.
This was a privilege that humans absolutely did not have.
Humans were also children created by Ilúvatar, yet the gods never said they would invite humans to live in Valinor. In fact, they even made rules that mortals were not allowed to go to Valinor without permission, or they would be punished.
Even when humans contributed to Morgoth's downfall later, they were only given an island near Valinor to live on, which extended their lifespan and improved their physical qualities.
But they were never allowed to live in Valinor.
Only a few humans who made immense contributions to the world were permitted to go to Valinor and live alongside the Elves.
Perhaps the gods were just obsessed with beauty.
So when an Elf falls in love with a human, it must be true love. After all, in terms of appearance, humans couldn't even come close to Elves.
"No need to call us 'Your Highnesses.' From today onwards, we are brothers. The Elven race sincerely thanks you for coming to aid us at this time. We will forever remember this kindness!"
The two princes simultaneously performed the highest Elven salute to Bregolas, Barahir, and George.
They hadn't expected that humans—whom they usually had to protect—would risk their lives to support them in such a dangerous moment for the Elven city. This deeply moved them.
One hundred and fifty years ago, their elder brother Finrod discovered humans migrating from the east and found the human race quite interesting. Though they had no civilization yet, they had a strong ability to learn and were intelligent.
So he liked humans, played music for them, taught them many things, and brought them to live near their city.
These two brothers had also always looked after humans, believing their lives were short—less than a hundred years—and that they were weak and often killed by wild beasts.
When the Elven city was attacked, they had sent someone to inform the humans.
But it was not to ask for help—it was to tell the weak humans to flee quickly.
Yet unexpectedly, the humans did not flee. Instead, they brought their mere 800 warriors to support them, buying them a moment to catch their breath.
"You Highnesses have always taken good care of our House of Bëor. Though our House has little power, we are willing to give our all!"
Bregolas replied with excitement.
Angrod and Aegnor exchanged glances and nodded at the same time. Then, with eyes full of surprise, they looked at George:
"Are you also from the House of Bëor? Your light magic is incredibly powerful. I've only seen such strong light magic from my grandmother!"
"I'm Aewen of the House of Bëor—Aewen George. You can call me George. I once studied magic with a wizard. Everything I know was taught by him."
George casually made up a reason in response.
Angrod and Aegnor didn't suspect anything. Given the urgency of the current situation, they weren't focused on such details. However, Bregolas and Barahir had slightly confused expressions on their faces.
They remembered that his name was simply Aewen—when did it become Aewen George? Did they remember it wrong?
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Once again, the horn sounded outside the city. The dark army had regrouped and was preparing to launch another attack.
"Bregolas, I need your help!"
Seeing this, the two princes frowned and quickly said to Bregolas:
"During the earlier battle, that demon dragon said that the Western battlefield is being commanded by Morgoth's lieutenant Sauron, and that their army is far larger than what we're facing here in the Central battlefield. I fear our elder brother Finrod may underestimate the threat. We hope you can send some people to break through and deliver a message."
The battle on the Western battlefield was likely being led by the current High King of the Noldor—their second uncle, Fingon, who was the most powerful.
But according to the demon dragon, Sauron didn't intend to attack the heavily defended Western battlefield head-on. Instead, he planned to bypass it through the gap between the Western and Central fronts and launch a surprise attack from the rear.
And the territory behind that gap belonged to their elder brother Finrod.
So why ask the humans to help deliver the message?
First, because humans were generally much weaker than Light Elves, and if they sent Elves instead, it would further weaken their already hard-to-defend frontlines.
Second, if their side fell, at least the human allies who came to support them wouldn't be wiped out completely—they could survive in Finrod's territory.
"Barahir, take 300 warriors to Prince Finrod's territory and deliver the message."
Bregolas didn't hesitate and agreed immediately, giving the order to Barahir beside him.
Finrod was the Elf who had once led their ancestors to this land, so they were naturally very willing to deliver the message.
However, just as Barahir was about to accept, George interrupted.
"Let me go. I know flying magic. My speed is several times faster than that of a warhorse. I can complete the mission before the battle begins!"
If he remembered correctly, by the time Barahir led his men there, Finrod had already engaged in battle with Sauron's army. And because they hadn't anticipated such a large number of orcs, they almost got wiped out.
It was only thanks to Barahir and his 300 human warriors, who formed a wall of flesh and blood with their bodies and sacrificed themselves, that Finrod was barely rescued.
(End of Chapter)