It's just a few dozen gold coins, and the advisor is so fancy?

The guard looked at Vernor in some surprise, and saw that the latter did seem quite relieved and in a better mood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 It wasn't until he entered the dormitory alone that Vernor, who pretended to be indifferent, completely sank his face. In some frustration, she kicked the chest full of gold coins and slumped into her chair.

After only ten minutes, Vernor, who had repeatedly warned himself to be calm, closed his eyes and began to ponder. After opening her eyes, she slowly walked to her desk and picked up a stack of pink letters.

It was a letter from the Lord of Ringu to send the only cavalry in the woodlands. Externally, the Elven King claimed that Ringu's non-official letters would only be sent to him. So all of Ringu's informal correspondence would be sent directly to Thrandier. In order to make the Elven King better distinguish the recipients of the letters, Elrond would put the letters addressed to Vernorr in pink paper bags. In the month he had been away from the woodlands, Elrond had written no less than fifteen letters to himself. Thinking that Elrond had transplanted some strange plants into the woodland, Vernorr planned to stay in the woodland and get some plant seeds as soon as the Elven King returned. Before going to Ringu, out of respect for the lord, of course, read all the letters.

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Although this was only the third day of arriving in the Jungle Forest, the Elven King was already impatient.

The same is the forest, and the scenery of the forest is basically the same as that of the woodland. If you really want to make a difference, the trees in the forest that have not been looted are more luxuriant. Of course, by setting the palace on a tree, you can see farther. But even the widest view can only see the trees, and such a view is not a surprise to Thranduil, who was born and raised in the forest.

Words of gratitude, stern teachings to be heard, and respectful gestures to be put on were all done last night. If it weren't for the fact that Prince Celepeng, who had pity written on his face, kept it again and again, and said that there were still a lot of things to tell him about Orifer, the Elven King would have set off to return to the woodland kingdom last night.

Obviously he didn't want to be separated from me for too long, so he drove me to the forest a few days after returning to the woodland, and the female creatures are really as elusive and unpredictable as written in human books! Before he could fully sit down, a golden figure flashed in front of the arch carved out of verawood. As the golden spirit got closer and closer, the Elf King saw a beautiful female elf in a luxurious gown with blond hair scattered behind her.

Judging from her exquisite forehead ornament and the dignity of her actions, she was at least a nobleman, but there were only Kailepeng and his wife in the Jungle Forest, and I had not heard of any other elven nobles living here. King Serdan also left here two days before his arrival, and even if he brought the nobles of the Linton Kingdom who were temporarily residing there, he should have returned to the country with Sedan. So who will this female elf be?

Thranduil raised her eyebrows and looked at the elf, finding innocence and femininity in the other's ice-blue eyes. He couldn't help but laugh a little. It seems that this female elf who has lived 2,000 years longer than herself, but is still innocent and romantic, as if she has not experienced anything in the world, is Calebrian, the beloved daughter of Galadriel?

The female elf gave him a generous salute and gave an answer with a smile: "Hello, Thrandil. I am Celebrien, and I may call your father, King Aurel, uncle. ”

"My father once spoke of you. After also returning the other party's greetings, Thranduil said lightly: "Father once said that I have at least one relative of the same generation in Middle-earth. Probably you, right?"

"Supposedly you can call me sister, but ......" After thinking for a while, Calebrian said coquettishly, "I don't like to be called sister." Since I was born, I have never left my parents, and without their care, I can't even take care of myself, and I really can't take care of a younger brother. Anyway, our elven race doesn't pay much attention to age and generation, so why don't we call ourselves friends?"

The gentle voice with a hint of anger, coupled with the smart and innocent eyes, made the Elf King look wrong, as if he saw Avril Lavigne who stretched out his hand to him nine years ago (see Chapter 15 - God's Favorite for details).

"Call it by name. For elves with eternal life, it is always strange to refer to their peers as relatives. For a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen Calebrian's face, and Thranduil felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness. He quietly leaned his back lightly on the back of his chair, maintaining the basic etiquette of friendly conversation while trying to keep the topic away from himself. "Only humans like to talk about their relatives to show that they have many relatives in their short lives. Oh, and I heard they love to hang out with their families. At least once a year, a gathering is held in which all relatives are present, as a way to highlight their poor and fleeting 'large family'. Some families also hire a special artist at the annual meeting to write down the situation and the people who participated. ”

"Humans are so funny?" said Calebrian, amused, but even the most interesting content would only turn into a smile on the face of the noble elf that could only be seen with four snow-white teeth. "I only have access to my parents and close attendants, not even the Wood Elves, let alone humans. What other interesting races are there in Middle-earth besides humans? Can you tell me?"

While slandering Prince Kellerpeng in his heart for not being able to come, while showing a just right smile to the only daughter of Galadriel, who was kind to the woodland, Thranduil said slowly: "It's an honor. ”

For more than half an hour, Calebrian was completely captivated by what Thrandeil had to say. As the topic progressed, Celebrian's beautiful cheeks showed expressions of yearning or intoxication from time to time. The situation when the two elves were talking was naturally all taken into the eyes of the lord and his wife.

"I'll just say it's a good match. Hiding in the shadows, Kellerpeng kept his voice low, but he couldn't suppress the sense of pride. "For the sake of this child who lost his loved one at the age of 200 and gets along well with his daughter, you should think about it more. With your strength, as long as you sincerely take care of him as your own child, he will live forever. ”

"You don't have to marry to help Thrandil. Staring at the two elves not far away, Galadriel replied with a serious face.

Kellerpeng thinks differently.

Even a stern and calm creature as Vilanemu, who was in charge of the trial in Amenzhou, was moved by a song sung by Lucien, and asked Manway to ask for a ruling against the law from Iluvita.