My opinion

"Is it possible that the king's accusations are in vain?" - Tauriel thought. If Legolas loves her... then only as a brother? This assumption made Legolas both quiet and hard. Meanwhile, the prince stroked her hair, came down with his palm on his forearm, touched his wrist and slid his fingers through his open palm. Tender, fleeting. As only he could. Not wanting to think about anything else, Tauriel closed her eyes by sticking her hand behind his back, clinging to her waist and clasping tighter. "Don't give him hope...

- They also have an inordinate craving for gold, boldness, and hives," Legolas continued coldly. No previous softness, no jokes, only steel in the look and voice. - What is wrong with you, Tauriel? It's a dwarf! They don't even know how to be polite, not as gratitude. The dwarf had a mother, and they were waiting for him and hoped to return. Tauriel was not waiting, as it turned out today. If only Legolas. - He asked me not to be angry," the guard said quietly. The prince frowned suspiciously and frowned...

4. Star Feast Overlooking the hill hiding the palace of Lord Thranduil, the Royal Beech stretched almost half of Erin Galen. The mighty tree was woven together with other branches like a father who stretched out many hands to his children, reaching out for his growth. The tree trunks had grown high in the sky and mighty in the hill. As they branched deeply into the depths and cracks, they could walk along with them like paths and stairs from the golden throne room to the lower tiers and dungeons...

Tauriel went down the stairs, barely distinguishing between the stairs and the crowds gathered at the Feast of the Starlight, thinking of what she had found and lost in a single moment. "Legolas said you fought bravely today. Having become her mentor and now commander, the prince did not pamper her with praise. Not from the rigor of it. He didn't like it when he was praised, he didn't like to praise himself. For Tauriel, the only thing that was most valuable to him was his approving look. The head...

1. Especially pants The head of the Guard, Liholesia, slammed the door to the prison, locked the last prisoner and approached the prince who was waiting for her. Legolas had an excellent ear, and he understood perfectly why the redheaded guard now had a serious, straightforward and embarrassed look. A cheeky dwarf boy. He should have been punished for his daring tongue, but Legolas did not interfere. Tauriel, if she wished, could stand up for herself. She was never timid before either the king or the prince, but now she avoided meeting him with her eyes...

I couldn't find the exact number of daggers forged. You should know, my friend, that the chronicles of elves, although written very beautifully, are far from as accurate as our Tucon Chronicles. Even Big People take their notes much more carefully than elves. How many days have I spent trying to get my notes together for one date - what I say, one year! Okay, I was distracted. Anyway, there weren't too many daggers either. Apparently, they were forged a little more than long swords. They were mostly additional weapons for royal guards - but they were also used by women of high gender...

- And this is for you, my friend, with gratitude for your friendly help and excellent steel from your blacksmiths. He took the second sword out of his apprentice's hands - everyone had only now noticed it - and turned it to Maeglin by hand. But he took a step back and shook his head at the same moment. - I already have a sword, Enerdil," said Maeglin, smiling coldly. - It's called Anguirel, it's forged by my father, and I appreciate it above all swords. Especially those that resemble festive weapons or can disturb the enemy with their radiance in the dark...

Maeglin was an experienced blacksmith at the time, so he quickly became friends with Enerdill. Unlike Enerdil, however, he wasn't as talented at forging - at least he preferred heavier swords like dwarves. Perhaps it was his upbringing that had an impact because his father was known for preferring to communicate with dwarves more with elves. Like Enerdil, Maeglin and his father visited the forges of Nogrod and Belegost many times. But Maeglin understood the art of dwarf blacksmiths differently than Enerdil...

Hello, my relative Tuck! Were you surprised that I guessed the last name? It wasn't really hard. After all, Tuck is the most curious hobbits in the entire Shire and are known for their interest in the history of not only their country but also the Middle East as a whole. Brandybacks are also curious, but their interests are different. And my relatives on the part of my dad always thought I was a freak, so they probably wouldn't ask Dunadan about Jalo either. A pity... You know, my dear cousin, this sword was, after the Ring, the strangest thing in my life...

Bilbo's sword, known as the Pity Sword, is known to almost everyone in the Shire. Even if there is someone who does not know, then be sure that sooner or later he will be told about it. And you can even see him at Bag End Manor since Frodo Baggins handed over all his property to Samuys Gamgee and left for Grey Havana. I first saw him when I was a kid when I was in Bag End on my Uncle Pippin Gamgee's birthday. I remember the other kids listening to Bilbo's adventures on his trip to Erebor and looking at the sword, expecting it to shine blue suddenly and me...

Two days later, Lorinor was among a small group of scouts that went north of Zelenolesie. And there, on the border of the forest and the Grey Mountains, the detachment was attacked by Orcs. Elves were too few, they retreated back into the forest. Lorinor was the last to cover the retreat, and the sheep arrows caught him. He still reached the forest and fell under the first trees. Ellerian's cousin was buried in a light glade, not far from the forest palace. Like all the elves of the Golden Flower family, the golden elanor blossomed on his grave from early spring until the first snow...

- He doesn't want to have dinner with him... I would have had dinner with Legolas, had a little bit of an affair with my son! Thranduil was silent, but his brother-in-law wasn't far behind. - Listen, do you keep avoiding your son? The boy needs your attention! The king tilted his head and spoke in a quiet, colorless voice: - I pay attention to my son. I try to make sure he has the best of everything. All his wishes are fulfilled as far as possible. I choose the best teachers and masters for him...