And that's when the pure sound of horn went up to the sky. The armies of Eldar and Dunedain approached the Gate from the sides, and they had siege cars, stairs, and catapults. In the turmoil of battle, Tranduel lost sight of his father, and he had to obey the commander-in-chief of the entire Western army. Gil-Galad understood that with the raid of Mordor not to take, he again ordered the regrouping. The troops were built small groups, covering those who attacked the walls on the stairs with furious firing from bows and catapults. This is where the unimaginably accurate nandor arrows came in handy. Too bad their armor was too light...
The fight was long and bloody, but still, the Black Gate fell. At that time, the Western Army was powerful, and even Sauron couldn't stand up to the forces of the Last Soviet Union. The enemy retreated and took refuge outside the walls of Barad Dura.
Thranduil collected disparate detachments of forest elves and could not find his father. Orofer was not among the living or dead... At some point, he was called to the tents of healers. The Forest Prince rushed there, feeling his heart shrink... He was pointed to a small tent, Thranduil rushed to him, pulled back the curtain... Orofer was lying on a comfortable low topchany, covered with a snow-white blanket. The Forest Prince knelt to his knees in front of his father's lies... Orofer shook his hand warningly.
- My son, listen to me carefully... I am going to Chertogi Waiting... - I'm going to Devil's Waiting room... I'm going to Devil's Waiting room... I'm going to Devil's Waiting room. - Now, on the brink of death, I have a lot of things open to me. I see all my mistakes and misconceptions and I don't want you to repeat them anymore. From now on, you are the king of the forest elves. Remember this always. I beseech you not to let your emotions prevail over your mind when it comes to the life and well-being of your subjects. Never forget that you are not responsible for yourself, but for the whole nation...
Orofer was silent, trying to take a breath. The chest pierced with black arrows fell hard under the blanket. Skillful healers of the Noldor carefully removed the arrows, applied bandages, relieved the pain. But the king's strength rapidly diminished.
- Father, please... - Thranduil whispered with trembling lips - please don't go away... Don't... I see that you have strength in your body; you can be healed... Please... It is still possible to correct: you will recover, we will defeat the enemy and return home! Together... Just don't go away...
Orofer again moved his hand with caution.
- I can't... I have no right to remain the king of forest elves. Having lost two-thirds of the warriors... Those who trusted me followed me... I made a mistake, and my Care will be the payback... My son, I believe you will be a better king than I am - wise, caring, forward-looking... One thing I'm asking you to do is say goodbye to my mother and let her forgive me for this decision - tell her that I couldn't do anything else...
Despite all the efforts, tears filled the prince's eyes and rolled out on his cheeks.
- Don't you dare! - The king whispered strictly. Thranduil ate the trembling lips. - You are now king, don't forget that the whole nation is looking at you. You must be strong. The elves of the forest must always see in you the protection and support. And you have no right to be weak in front of them! Don't you dare, hold on! - Orofer sighed convulsively, and his lips were covered in scarlet blood. - Everything! Goodbye, my son! I love you...
The king's eyelids slowly sank... For the last time, the blanket on his wide chest swayed... And it fell apart...
What is it here - "hang in there"...