This belated and reasonable order made the officials breathe a sigh of relief and made Shelana explode completely. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When the attendants dragged Helana, who had been screaming and scolding, to the palace steward, Valendil said, "When will she calm down, when will she come out of the most splendid bedchamber." ”

The emperor is determined to make his biological mother reflect well? The human steward nodded, and before he could retreat, the words of the human emperor followed.

"From now on, don't let her meet with anyone in private except as assigned by me, let alone use any state-related capacity to communicate with the outside world."

Under the gaze of countless reassuring eyes, Valandil straightened his posture, looked at the steward and said word by word: "Before my queen arrives, I will ask you to take care of the affairs of the palace." My focus is on Arnol, and the trivialities of the palace try not to disturb me. ”

From this moment until her death, Shelana was never given any rights. But that hasn't made her quality of life any worse. Even decades later, when Valandil married a queen from Gondor, Hilana still enjoyed the best life in the entire human world.

It had only been two months since Valandil took over the affairs of Arnol that he had discovered the essence of the teachings given by the wise men.

Elrond, who was once accused of not having good jurisdiction over a small territory, has been imperceptibly guided by eight years of guidance to give him the ability to handle state affairs effortlessly. After just eight years of guidance, Valandiel's eyes seem to be endowed with powerful magic. He can see the future through the nature of things, and when every decision comes to mind, he can even see how it will change a country in a few hundred years. It was because of this ability that he saw the consequences of continuing to let Hillana go, and he gave the order to use the most honorable life to trap his birth mother in the palace.

Pulling away the official letter in front of him that made him not even frown, the grateful Emperor couldn't help but look to the east where Rivendell was located. At the same time, at a checkpoint in the southeast of the Woodland Kingdom, a golden firework soared into the sky under the sun's rays. Immediately, each level followed suit with golden fireworks.

No elves questioned the act of setting off fireworks in the blue sky and daytime. Even Oakes, who survived in the Misty Mountains, understood that the reason for the Woodland Kingdom's golden fire was to inform all the people that the king had returned. Frightened by the Elven King, the Oakes gritted their teeth and began to think about whether to flee further away from the Woodland Kingdom. But where is the current Zhongzhou safe? There are the Elven King and the King of Gondor in the east, and the King of Ships and the Emperor of Men in the west.

It seems that we can only wait in the ditch until Sauron returns! Oaks burrowed into the cave and continued to steal their lives in the dark underground space. In stark contrast, it is obvious that the woodland elves who are a little happy and do not know why.

Almost all the woodland creatures left their affairs behind and subconsciously ran towards the east of the woodland where the fireworks were first fired. Even Edmund, the head of the palace, was so excited that he couldn't even close the treasury gate, pulling his robes and starting to run before all the elves. Fortunately, in addition to fanatical elves like Edmund in the woodland, there are also officials who can still barely suppress their excitement at this time.

"What are you running? The woodland is so vast that His Majesty has entered from the southeast side of the bar, and no matter how fast the deer is, it will take three days of sleepless to run to the palace. Do you think you can run on just two legs to see Your Majesty? Dewen's tone was solemn, but he couldn't stop the joy of his body. Standing beside Vernor, he coughed and shouted, "Hurry up and call back the panicked elves with the other officials, and prepare for the celebration of His Majesty's return!" ”

Right! Your Majesty has been away for more than two years, and of course you must prepare for the most solemn welcome celebration!

Edmund suppressed the eagerness that burst out of his chest, and hurried away without even bothering about the farewell ceremony. In front of the empty treasury, only Devin and Vernor looked at each other and smiled.

Three days later, Thranduil, who had been hurrying back without sleep, saw a large procession in front of the Woodland King's City. Due to the strong demand of the two towns of Changhe and River Valley, the Queen and the Queen Mother also appointed ceremonial officials to come to Gushan, and the welcoming celebration, which should have only been composed of woodland creatures, became a multi-ethnic gathering.

The moment the horned deer appeared in view, all the creatures couldn't stop cheering. Although the main purpose of the two towns of Long River and River Valley Town was to ask the Elven King to arbitrate the dispute, although the cheers of the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain were due to the fact that King Nader would return to the country soon after the Elven King returned to the country. But both humans and dwarves were impressed by the mania of the wood elves and shocked by their loyalty. Looking at the wood elves around them who were smiling in tears, cheering from time to time and muttering "Your Majesty is back", they understood the proud capital of the Elf King.

As long as any king can gain the support of his people, he has the capital to stand tall in the world. What's more, the wood elves behind the Elf King are under his protection, jeweled and optimistic and naïve.

What if the Elven King's protection of the Wood Elves could give us a little?

As the idea of offering tribute came to the minds of the two human mayors, Thranduil, holding back tears, galloped past on a horned deer. With enough passage for the procession to greet them, and the creatures waiting to greet them in the royal city stood on both sides of the street, Thranduil did not take long to return to the palace. After entering the inner palace, his eyes were already red, and he threw the reins to his attendants, and rushed back to his dormitory.

It is only in the empty dormitory that he can unleash his emotions. When he leaned against the window and cried until he burst into tears, Vernoer, who was instigated by Devin, carefully asked outside the door, "Can I come in?" ”

She was pulled directly into her arms by Thranduil, who opened the door. When the creature with the scent of the forest after the rain cried breathlessly on his shoulder, Vernor chose to pat him on the back.

"The Wood Elves are waiting for you." She made a soft request, "Go to the highest terrace in the royal city and let all the wood elves meet you?" They had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. ”

"I can't go right now." Thranduil's tearful face appeared before her. He sobbed, "I can't control my emotions at the thought of leaving these lovely creatures behind me for two years. When I saw them, I was afraid that I would not even be able to speak. ”

The worries and doubts vanished with this sentence. While reaching out to wipe away the tears of Thrandil, Vernoll smiled and said, "It's all over. Go out and take a look, and you'll find that the creatures you care about are all around. ”

Thranduil smiled at the tears that had not yet stopped. The tearful and smiling face flashed in front of Vernor's eyes, and then fell on her shoulder, and in her ears was the relieved voice of the Elf King: "Yes." It's good that I'm so bad, but the Wood Elf and you are still around! ”

On this day, the first heavy snow of the 10th year of the Three Eras disturbed Arnoir. Written by the Emperor himself, the songs that have been sung by the people of Arnoir for generations are posted on the billboards of each town. More than 4,000 years later, Zhongzhou has become a world without elves, and this ballad, which has been submerged in the years for many years, in praise of the oldest elves, has begun to be sung in the mouths of all races.