What went wrong? The elf king was also in a good mood for a year, and he didn't even lose his temper much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn Mordor's current situation, conquering is not a problem at all. Is there anything else worth bothering about the Elf King?

Nader, who closed his mouth, looked at the Elf King carefully, and finally couldn't help but ask out loud. Until all the attendants in the side hall left, the elf king still did not give an answer, but asked a question.

"Nader, as the supreme king of the dwarves, what would you do if the King of Iron Hills and the King of Moriath were at odds, and the two sides were in trouble and wanted to fight each other?"

"Hahaha, how could such a thing happen? Although the dwarves are not as righteous and brave as the elves, there has never been a case of fratricide within our race. They are all one race, all of them are siblings, and there is a war within the clan, isn't this the left hand fighting the right hand? Cannibalism never happens to the Dwarves! ”

Nader's face was full of pride at the mention of interracial relations, but he ignored the disdain for the turmoil within the elven race that was vaguely contained in his words. Fortunately, Thranduil's focus was not there, and he just frowned and glanced at Nader.

"I mean what if. What would you do if it did get to that point? The Elven King, who was clutching the note, asked with a serious expression, and even gave a very specific explanation: "What if the soldiers of Iron Hills have already arrived outside the Moriath Mine, and an internal war is about to break out?" ”

"It's all got to that point, what else is there to think about? Just take the whip and put it on it! Nader, who was pouring wine on his own a second ago, instantly stopped all his movements and said excitedly: "This kind of thing can't be slapped in the face, absolutely everyone is wrong." However, the one who took the initiative to send troops must definitely take a hard shot first. No matter how much disagreement there is, no matter how much trouble you make, you can't aim your weapons at your compatriots. If you can even kill your own people, what's the difference between it and Sauron? If this really happens to the dwarves, I will draw the king who took the initiative to send troops first, and then draw the other one. Draw until they shake hands and make peace with the portrait of Turin, and draw until their children and grandchildren remember that they must not kill each other! ”

Nader's answer was met with a relieved smile from the Elven King. The latter even walked over with great satisfaction, poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.

"Then replace the dwarves with humans. If the Emperor of Man sent troops to attack Gondor, what would you do as an alien? ”

"Humans are not my race, so I don't bother to mind their business." Finding that this knee-jerk answer did not satisfy the Elven King, Nader thought for a moment and replied, "Cannibalism is not a good thing for any race. As an elf who guards the world, you don't want to see the allies kill each other, do you? Then I certainly don't want to see a war within humanity. ”

With a whole bottle of the King's Special Drink from the woodland, Nader, whose cheeks were slightly red, was very happy. He patted the Elf King's leg and said firmly, "Mentor, you can do what you tell me to do about human affairs. Anyway, it's humans, not us dwarves. If you don't want to see the civil war of the allies, whoever takes the initiative to initiate internal cannibalism, I will go up and smoke him on your behalf as soon as possible. ”

"After a few years, I heard you call your mentor again. Seriously, it makes me feel good. ”

After getting the answer he wanted, Thranduil defied his arrogant norm and reached out to hold the somewhat unsteady Dwarven King. As he left, he generously took a bottle from one of the few king's special drinks and handed it over. If it weren't for the fact that Nader, who had a good amount of alcohol, hadn't been drunk, and that an attendant had taken the wine, Thranduil wouldn't even mind condescending and personally sent the wine back with Nader.

Still reveling in the joy of the victory in the first battle and the surprise generously presented by the Elven King, Nader did not notice the Elven King's face before leaving. Almost as soon as the dwarf king turned around, the elf king, who was still smiling, instantly cooled down. The chill throughout his body made the attendants who came in relax their movements, for fear of provoking the Elf King to be angry with him. The two wood elves glanced at each other and quietly went to invite the king's advisor over.

However, the arrival of the King's advisor still did not make the Elf King feel better, but his originally stiff face eased a little. When the Elven King looked out the window, gave a seventh reproach to his attendants, and was dissatisfied that Vernore sat too far away to speak, she decisively told all the attendants to retreat.

Seeing that the door of the side hall was completely closed, Fenor simply stood directly beside the Elf King, bent down and asked softly, "Did something happen?" ”

She saw Thranduil bury her face in her palms and was silent for a few moments before she raised her head and said, "Something to be expected. But it did come to pass, and I still felt very uncomfortable. Do you say that elves are good or weak? Why do elves have an unimaginably tolerant heart for other races, but turn a blind eye to the joys and sorrows of their kind? ”

Something to do with our race? Completely unaware of the situation, Vernorr was not in a hurry, and patted Thranduil on the shoulder, silently encouraging him to give the answer as soon as possible. After a few minutes, Thranduil stood up and walked to the desk, pulled out a piece of paper from the letter and handed it to her. There was only one sentence written on the small piece of paper - King Serdan arrived in Rivendell yesterday with the "Star of Elendir".

Vernor knows the "Star of Irendil". This jewel, created by the best craftsmen of the Noldor under the command of King Serdan, represents the royal power of Arnoor and the kingdoms of Gondor, and naturally represents the recognition of the entire elven clan as the emperor of Valandil. King Serdan personally gifted the Star of Elendil to the Emperor, and in the eyes of the Elven King, the whole clan ignored his joys and sorrows. To put it more bluntly, it means to let Thranduil swallow the grievances that humans have given him in vain. Even if this behavior will once again condone humans, even if this behavior is very likely to make the emperor think that the elven king's woodland kingdom is not valued by the elves, and can be willful.

"It is a great good to be willing to grieve oneself and give love to other beings, and only elves can do it in the whole of Yiya." Placing the paper on the Elven King's outstretched palm, Vernore suppressed the pride of his race, crouched down on the side of the chair and gently patted his fist-clenched hand. "It's not necessarily bad for woodland. The elves will also defend the legitimate rights and interests of the woodland kingdom, and the human emperor may not be able to do anything to the woodland if he obtains the star of Elendir. Neither King Serdan, nor Elrond, nor Galadriel would allow him to use a single soldier in the woodlands. ”

But in Thrandier's view, it was: later? Who can guarantee the future? The Emperor's mother passed on the hatred to him, and the Emperor passed on this hatred to future generations. As time goes by, hatred grows deeper and deeper in the human heart. When it comes to fruition, it is not difficult to find an excuse to deceive all the elves and send troops to the woodland.