He, like me, couldn't decide his own marriage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When she first met Thrandil, the idea came to Furnor's mind, so that she could say goodbye to the elven prince who was only 20 years old. She didn't want to admit it, but there was no way to do anything wrong with what Thranduil had said—she hadn't felt the slightest sense of repulsion since she had been brought back to the woodland palace in 3434 A.D. to intersect with her. Even the annoyance and evasive posture that he showed to Thrandil from time to time in the early stage were deliberately done to suppress the pity that erupted from time to time. But as the hypocrisy was exposed, it was difficult for her to pick it up again in a short time. It is even more impossible to give a completely untenable denial against one's heart under reasonable and well-founded questioning.

"Are you finally willing to admit your hypocrisy?" Thranduil's smug voice rose with a full view of her hesitation and guilt. Instead of using his words to appease the female elf who was in infinite self-reproach, he intensified his efforts to hug her tighter. Before he pressed his lips to her, he said, "Look into your heart, Vernor. ”

He successfully calmed the other party with this sentence. In the long, gentle kiss that followed, Vernor, whose mind was in a fierce struggle, did not react. She had no way to push away the elves around her, let alone cater to him. She was tormented in pain by two different voices, and for the time being, she couldn't care about anything else. These two different voices, one asking her to respond to the Elven King based on sincere emotions from the heart, and the other asking her not to compromise with fate.

"In rebellion against fate, you have indirectly caused the death of many living beings. From the moment you accept Okpa's marriage proposal, you have no turning back. When the cold voice rang in her head, Thranduil happened to take a strand of her blonde hair in her hand.

The smug Elven King had no idea that reason was gradually gaining hold in her mind, and instead thought that she would never be rejected again. The joy made Thranduil lose his guard, and he ended the kiss without any response, and reached for the hair that the elf only caressed his partner. Kissing Furnor's not very long hair gently, he said confidently: "You like me, and one day this kind of love will turn into love with my efforts." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the female elf in his arms pause.

According to Thranduil, this was the reaction of Vernoer when he was recognized. He said to himself: "Just one step away, just let her admit this fact, and her eternal life will be yours from now on!" But when he was about to make further movements, he saw that his eyes that had been in a trance became focused.

"Thranduil, where did you find this ridiculous and stupid confidence?" quickly pulling back his hair, Vernorr gently pushed and distanced himself from the Elven King. She lifted her chin slightly, squinted slightly to hide the mist shrouded in her eyeballs, gritted her teeth and said solemnly, "No creature knows better than me what is hidden under the elven king's glorious exterior. Why do you think I'm going to fall in love with the Elven King? Is there a reason for a king of cunning and cunning to love? Don't put your ridiculous self-trust in me, and don't think I'll be fooled by your glorious appearance. Everything about you is more like a nightmare for me that I can't get rid of!"

Taking two steps back again, Vernor turned around and mocked in a gesture that he didn't dare to face it: "If you want to get a hearty creature to relieve your loneliness, you might as well go to Gondor and try it." As long as you stop there, there will naturally be countless passionate girls willing to please you. Or, I'm going back to my country and asking all the officials to choose a queen for you, and the whole of the Woodland Kingdom is looking forward to Her Highness's arrival. ”

The elven king's eyes as bright as a galaxy turned red in an instant.

How could this be the case? Thranduil, whose hands were still half-extended, blinked, still unwilling to believe that the cold back of a few steps away was the creature that had just been embraced in his arms. You know, the Elven King made countless assumptions before carrying out this operation. All the speculation made him think that the worst result was at best her unwillingness to admit the truth and her hypocritical refusal. Even so, there is at least hope. Can she be hypocritical once, can she be hypocritical for the second time, for the third time? Sooner or later, she will respond to this love with self-reproach against her sincerity!

But now, she should have had to face her heart when she couldn't refute it, and responded to her female elf with eager behavior, not only completely vetoed her hypocrisy with the theory that the elf king is not worthy of love at all, but also laughed at herself for only wanting a "hearty creature to relieve loneliness", and also mobilized the power of the entire woodland to choose a queen for herself?

Even if my actions were a little disrespectful, she shouldn't have said anything to tell me to find another creature! Am I really so disgusted to her, so disgusted that she wants to see me live forever with other creatures?

Thranduil was so deeply wounded that her whole body trembled slightly, and even her breathing became short. A few steps away, Vernor, who was also gritting his teeth and trembling lightly, still didn't dare to look at him, but kept encouraging himself to be a little more ruthless. But when she had taken several minutes, and was about to say something more hurtful, Thranduil hugged her again.

"I never dared to please you, and I never thought of a loving creature or queen. He begged with a choked voice, clutched his chest and said to Vernor, who was still cold-faced: "All the love has been given to you, where is the excess for other living beings?

Thranduil simply let go of Vernor, crouching down to pick up a broken dagger at his feet. He did so because he knew that not only would he get nothing out of ending the conversation at this time, but that Vernoll would treat himself with the attitude of avoiding it for years to come.

He said to himself: You must not let her go under such circumstances. For the sake of being so blunt, as long as she doesn't deny the statement that she dislikes you, she will completely distance herself from you when she walks out of this cave. When the time comes, don't say begging her to accept you, even if you want to be alone with her, it will be difficult to have the opportunity to be alone. Whatever she does, she must be made to retract her words of disgust with the Elven King!

Under Vernor's puzzled gaze, the Elven King stood up and pressed the dagger he held tightly in his hand to his chest without hesitation.