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"Your Majesty, thank you for remembering what you promised me. My brother Gergil wanted to return to the royal city for his wedding after the war. I hope to get your blessing when the time comes. ”

"Why wait until you return to the royal city to have a wedding? Now the woodland barracks can have a grand wedding. With a flick of his hand, Thranduil decided on something that kept all the woodland elves busy to the point of dizziness. "The wedding was held on the night of the full moon, and I came to witness the marriage in person. ”

Of course, the noble king would not know how many trivial things went into the planning of the wedding, especially the wedding where the king himself witnessed the wedding. Edmund had no less than 30 meetings with the housekeeping officials, and even Devin had to focus on the process of the wedding. Perhaps it was from this time that the woodland officials and people began to get used to the elven king's strange manners and moodiness.

How strange and moody is the elven king, who sometimes looks very happy, but the things he holds in his hands are crushed or pinched off. Sometimes it's obviously frowning, and the eyes fall on a certain kind for a long time, but the lips begin to tremble slightly. Of course, more often than not, it was a sudden roar, but it was a punishment for a certain elf not to drink for a week. Occasionally, he slashed at the elves that had slashed at him, but finally changed the direction of his weapon, making a slight cut on the target. In short, the process of preparing for the wedding was completed in an unimaginably thrilling atmosphere, and the vertical lines between the elven king's eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper.

No living being, except the initiator, understood Thrandil's inner torment. Whenever he woke up in the silence of the night, he habitually turned his head to look to his left. There had been a bed draped with a drape, but now it was full of his gear. In addition to killing the enemy, expensive equipment can also allow him to find the king's sense of control. But why is it that every time I dream of a strange male elf, I feel more impulsive to run to the Noldor camp?

As a noble king, rich in the forest, I cannot and should not think of the wife of the humble Sylvain elves. Why is it so difficult to understand this truth?

On the night of the full moon, the wedding takes place as usual. In accordance with the etiquette of the elven witnesses, he put his hand on the bride's head and was about to say the words of blessing, when a sneeze made him have to turn his head sideways. This little episode did not affect the overall course of the wedding, and when the first wedding at the woodland barracks was over, Thranduil found himself too busy for several hours to think about anything else, and he made a decision.

"Where's Dewen?" lifted his chin and searched for a long time, and Dewen, who should have been sitting not far from him, didn't know where to go. He had no choice but to call Edmund to his side, "Anyone who has a wedding during the war, I can personally witness their marriage." In addition to the King's special drink for one year, the first day of conception celebration can be presided over by me. ”

Edmund nodded in agreement, using his mind that had worked with numbers for thousands of years, to calculate the total number of people in the Woodland Kingdom that might reach in a few years.

Hearing that the Advisor had returned with a dozen Noldor elves, Devon resolutely risked being punished by the Elven King and exited the wedding scene. Although he repeatedly comforted himself with the wisdom of the advisor, it should not be because he offended the Supreme King and was sent back to be punished, it can be seen that the situation still has a faster heartbeat.

The Advisor, dressed entirely as a Noldor elf, with a black bib and a veil of the same color, stood among dozens of Noldor soldiers, and felt an indescribable sense of haggardness. Her body was also more slender than before, and if it weren't for the blue eyes that showed her as tough as ever, Dewen would hardly have been able to recognize her at a glance.

After arranging for all the Noldor elven soldiers to go to the camp next to them for dinner, Dewen asked worriedly, "You don't look good lately?"

"In the end, all the front-line military camps of the alliance are not very good. After more than a year of fighting, the combat materials of various countries are barely maintained. With a deliberate meaning, she said slowly: "But the Noldor elves are very friendly, and I am very happy during this time. ”

"I wish you a speedy completion of your business and an early return. Dewen hesitated for a few seconds before he said tentatively: "As you said, the vertical lines between Your Majesty's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper. But at the mention of the summoner of the healer, His Majesty said that he was very well, but we cursed him. ”

The tip of Fnorl's right finger on his lap bent. Haven't you come out yet, but with the arrival of Princess Silvermoon, it should be soon.

"Send the forehead ornament used by His Majesty in the military parade to the dwarven kingdom for processing. The material at the back is replaced with a lighter one. I don't have time to say too much now, but the High King sent me over to talk about Princess Silvermoon. I believe that Lord Devon will also approve of the arrangement of the High King. ”

Dewen was a hundred in favor and sang the praises of the High King countless times in his heart. Seeing off Vernor, Devon immediately trotted towards the king's tent. Given the Elven King's recent moodiness, Dewen has been trying to avoid encounters at all times. After being allowed to enter the king's tent, Devon also thought carefully about how to deal with His Majesty's anger. What he didn't expect, the Elf King agreed in one bite.

Thranduil agreed. The reason for agreeing is not because Avari is a princess, and her status is equivalent to herself, or even faintly half a level higher than herself. It's not because of the gentleness of Middle-earth, it should be a relatively easy elf to get along with. It's not because the High King is pulling the strings from it, and refusing to do so might offend the Kingdom of Linton. It's all because of the elves who came to pass the word.

It was Vernor who came to pass the word! Is this to show herself that she is very much in favor of this matter, so she can't wait to implement it?

Thranduil subconsciously touched his lips and kicked hard at the shield sample sent by the Dwarven Kingdom at his feet.

"Do you think that by saying the name of that wood elf you will dispel the king's desire? Do you think that you will be free by bringing a princess over? I don't want you to be happy! Not only will I not let you get your wish, but I want to see how you react! I don't believe it......" Stretching out his hands and making a frantic motion in the air, Thranduil muttered indignantly: "It's not ugly, it's not bald, it's not stupid, it's rich in forests, you can't move your heart! Even if you can't ...... I don't believe a king can fight the dead Sylvan elf!"

Determined to fight to the end, Thranduil sent the most solemn guard of honor to greet Princess Silvermoon. The ceremony was so solemn that all the Noldor Elven soldiers sacrificed some sleep time to communicate and express their views on the ceremony. At the same time, officials from the woodland were sent over to ask the king's advisers to return with the guard of honour to report on their work.