After taking a few dozen seconds to calm down, Thranduil turned to look at the sleeping Vernoer, the firmness in his tone contrasting sharply with his soft gaze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He said: "From now on, I swear that I will never let the fragile female elves be my companions! Their gentleness and fragility will torment not only themselves, but also their relatives and partners." ”

That's why Thranduil doesn't like gentle female elves?

Elrond sighed quietly and called out tentatively. Finding that Thranduil did not make any expression of disgust, he said softly: "Almost all female elves who have the same experience have the same reaction and ending as your mother. Of all the people I know, only two female elves have managed to escape the nightmare. Isn't that a little too high for Queen Aurifel?"

Thranduil frowned, and swept sideways with a slightly anxious look. "Forget it, let's not talk about my mother. What should she do? There's no way to use the Wind Ring to cleanse her memories, do I have to watch her scream at me when she wakes up, how far away I am from her? ”

The arrogance and mockery that slowly reverted in his words dispelled Elrond's nervousness. He smiled and took two steps back, suggesting with the respect that a lord should have for the Elven King, "Be optimistic. Maybe it won't be so bad. How strong your advisor is, you don't know?"

She is the creature who cried and sent Isild away one moment, and the next moment she can escape in the alternation of power in the Linton Kingdom!

Elrond didn't dare to say this, but only dared to say it silently in his heart. He knew very well how angry the Elven King would be if he said this. The most difficult thing for the Elven King to let go of in the seven-year battle was not the completion of the Black Gate Expulsion War under the pressure of all the allied forces, but the fact that his advisor was forced to stay in the Linton Barracks by an official document.

"If the situation wasn't so bad, I might have been more miserable. Smiling coldly at a puzzled Elrond, Thranduil turned his head back again. Elrond could no longer see his expression, only felt a deep helplessness and contradiction in his words.

He said: "If she can survive and even wake up completely normal, wouldn't it be more proof of how unbearable my mother is and how cruel she is to me? Maybe I will hate my mother even more......

Elrond could fully understand the Elven King's ambivalence. He hoped that his advisor would succeed in getting out of the nightmare, but he feared that her strength would make Queen Aurifel even more unbearable. But sleeping like this for a long time is obviously not what he wants.

Even the wise men of Middle-earth couldn't come up with the best way for a while, so they could only frown and hide in contemplation. I don't know how long it took, but the sound of a soft knock on the door disturbed the silence in the dormitory.

Hearing the news that the attendant had come to inform Hardir of his request to meet and talk, Thrandil, whose legs were almost numb, were a little angry. He took two steps towards the gate, raised his voice and said, "Didn't you tell Dewen to let him take care of everything for me?

"Lord Devon said that it was a matter of national defense, and he was inconvenient and didn't know how to deal with it......" The attendant, who knew that the Elven King had been in a very bad mood these days, mustered up his courage before reminding in a trilling voice: "Lord Hardir has been waiting at the entrance of the Inner Palace for a long time, and he looks very anxious. ”

This king really didn't have a chance to catch his breath!

Seeing the Elf King pacing aimlessly in the dormitory, his already distracted blue eyes began to be bloodshot with extreme restraint, Elrond knew that he had to think of a way, even if it was only temporary, otherwise the Elf King would have no way to regain his calm thoughts. The matter of national defense is not a joke, with Hardir's steadyness, if the situation is not serious, how can he show an anxious attitude in front of ordinary attendants?

"I have an offer that might help. Unconsciously stroking the Wind Ring, Elrond looked at the female elf on the bed and said, "Although I have not mastered the use of the Wind Ring to erase her memory, I can use the Wind Ring to make her have a good dream. Let her relive the best past in her dreams, develop nostalgia for Middle-earth, and dilute bad memories. We can also do what we have to do while she is indulging in her dreams. ”

Finding that Thranduil had stopped and looked at her with suspicion, Elder hurriedly added, "I'll help her treat her for the stubborn disease of the Dome Deer's hoof fluid, and you go see Haldir." Then, we went to rest separately. Truth be told, the tired look of you and me will only make things worse for her. No patient can trust a weary healer to heal him, let alone see a relative who has no faith. ”

Thranduil was successfully persuaded by the status of "relative".

Before leaving, Elrond also persuaded the Elven King to agree to his offer to wake up Fenor early tomorrow morning. In the words of a wise man: "Putting it off won't solve the problem." Let her come to her senses, no matter how bad the situation is, she can always think of a solution. If she wakes up and is really out of control like those female elves, the Ring of the Wind can also put her back into dreams. ”

Looking at Vernor, who was surrounded by the light green ** method of the Ring of the Wind, the corners of his mouth were unconsciously slightly upturned, and Thranduil slowly brought the crown of the branches. By the time he had straightened his somewhat crumpled collar and hung up his saber, Elrond had fully stepped into the role of healer.

The best healer in Middle-earth was preoccupied with the dome deer's hoof, and Thranduil couldn't help but be infected by his concentration. With Elrond and the Ring of the Wind, I really shouldn't be so pessimistic. The moment before he walked out of the gate, the Elven King stopped and turned back again. "See you tomorrow morning, then. ”

Elrond subconsciously raised his hand, frowned and put his hand on Vernor's head. He didn't know when the Elven King had left, as he was completely shocked by Vernor's "fondest memories".

Elrond even began to wonder if the Ring of the Wind's magic was wrong. The Wind Ring can be used to make the patient relive the most beautiful memories, and he himself has never missed many times he has done it. Could it be that the content of her dreams is really the most beautiful memory? If so, it would be too ...... It's miserable.

More than 4,000 years old, indifferent and abnormal, and a wise man among elves, Elrond's hand on Fenor's head to feel the content of the dream still couldn't help but tremble.