Thranduil seemed resolute, he only wished to retrieve his late wife's relic, the starlight white gems, from the Lonely Mountain.
Once he obtained them, he would retreat to the Dark Forest, closing the doors and living his own life.
Lann had no position to persuade him further. After all, as Thranduil mentioned, the elves were few in number and it took much time and effort for them to grow.
Yet most elves would still be beaten to death by just a dozen orcs.
For ordinary people, progress had its limits, and these limits were likely no match for the advantage of numbers.
Putting the elves on a battlefield with countless orcs was excessively cruel.
On the other hand, Lann, who had been astonished by Lady Galadriel's power, soon found his Aron Dite at his waist starting to emit a faint glow spontaneously.
The sacred and pure Light of Eärendil.
The Demon Hunter drew out his long blade, and immediately the light on it connected with the starry sky as before.
