Knowing that worrying had no practical meaning, and that it couldn't change the facts, Vernorr still couldn't help but worry about the Elf King. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The elven king, who only went out with a dozen personal guard soldiers, can be said to be completely in the dwarven army. Although the relationship between the woodland and the Lonely Mountain has entered an unprecedented period of cooperation after the disaster in the Glaton Plains, she will never forget the tragic death of King Tingge at the hands of the dwarven weapons.

Just as Middle-earth is changing all the time, even the closest relationships can change. According to the Elven King, he will live with tens of thousands of dwarven soldiers for at least two years, and who knows if something will happen? But no matter how worried he was, Vernoll smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Our king must have arranged everything, and my fears are so useless and useless." Vernor, who had said this in his heart, raised his head to look at the Elven King, and replied sincerely, "I'm sorry, Thrandil. I shouldn't have any doubts about your abilities. ”

"There's nothing to be sorry for, I know if you doubt me. You're the only creature who hears that I'm going to send Mordor and approves of me without even asking where the soldiers are from. When it comes to trust, no living being trusts me more than you. The hand on the other's arm moved imperceptibly slightly, and Thranduil dared to murmur to Vernor: "My love, why don't you accept me if you believe me so much?" ”

"The remnants of Mordor scared the children to death, and of course you will make those creatures pay more than ten times the price. It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. With a red face, Furnoer, who had broken free and retreated a few steps away, looked left and right, and did not dare to face the Elf King anymore, and lowered his head and muttered: "It's just that all living beings may not have imagined that you can actually use the soldiers of the Lonely Mountain." Even if you are a dwarven soldier, if you can, I ask you to protect them as much as you would if you did a woodland soldier. ”

Vernor's dodging behavior made Thranduil feel a little ridiculous. The blue eyes only turned in their sockets, and an evil thought rose in his mind.

"If I bring back a lot of soldiers I brought with me, will you be able to accept me?" Thranduil pressed forward step by step, until Vernor was forced to lean against the corner and had nowhere to retreat, and then he asked with a wicked smile: "Or rather, from now on, no matter what the battle, as long as I bring back a lot of soldiers one by one, you will accept me?" ”

Participate in the war without losing a single soldier? This is the mode of victory in the war that Vernorr dreamed of. But she understands that a dream is just a dream after all. In Middle-earth, from Maia down to ordinary beings, there is not a single victorious general who does not have thousands of dry bones under his feet. Therefore, what the Elven King said was only his dream in the eyes of Vernor.

Even if it was a dream, it was possible to reduce the war mortality rate with the encouragement of Vernor. So she changed her dodging posture and looked at the elf king who imprisoned herself in the corner: "Win all three battles, and if you don't die a soldier, I will accept you." I've seen records of all past battles that show dragons as the hardest creatures of the elves to defeat. The elves have to defeat a dragon, and the casualties are at least thousand. If you can kill a dragon without a single soldier, I beg you to accept me in return. ”

One day, 2,500 years later, the Elven King, whose face had been blackened by the dragon's flames, stepped on the dragon's corpse and called Eros over with his hand.

"Have all the soldiers come and assemble." Enduring the great pain on his face, he held the spear that was deeply embedded in the ground and turned his head to the stunned Vernor: "You will see in a moment that all the soldiers I brought are standing in front of you." ”

Not long after he finished speaking, he fainted limply by the spear and lost consciousness - the power of the dragon flame could not only leave a permanent scar on the elf, but also penetrate deep into the bone marrow. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Elrond's brighter forehead.

"How are you? I don't want to see you right now. The elven king, who was still resentful, rolled his eyes at the wise man who had rescued him, and said with half of his face that had not yet healed: "Didn't you say a thousand years ago that friendship would end and never see each other?" ”

"So I should not save the Elf King who was burned by Dragon Flame? I'm sorry, even if you are the Elven King, even if you and I swore to the idol that we would never contact and see each other again, I would not be able to do anything that violated the morality of the healer. Sighing softly, Elrond didn't give the Elven King any more chance to attack him. Instead, he nodded meaningfully in the direction of the Elf King's left, and then got up to leave.

Vernore, who had been standing quietly at the head of the bed, did not wait too long for Thranduil, whose neck could not be turned. Before Elrond had fully left the room, she walked over to Thranduil and lay cautiously on the side of the bed.

"The wood elves roasted the dragon and ate it, saying that they wanted to relieve your hatred." The intact half of Vernor's face flushed, and she said without hesitation, "There are no elves killed or injured, and I should fulfill my promise...... Take me back. From now on, you will enslave me, and I will be willing to do so. ”

Thranduil has had an extra slave for him since then, a hard-working slave? The answer, of course, is no. The truth is that the kingdom, which has been renamed the Dark Forest, soon welcomed a mysterious elven queen in an extremely low-key manner. At least to the vast majority of the forest elves, the queen was so mysterious that it seemed as if it didn't exist. Only the elven king after marriage often smiled lightly on the corner of his mouth, confirming to all the people of the jungle how satisfied he was with this marriage.

Of course, that's all for later. At this time, the elf king didn't dare to think about killing the evil dragon at all, but just nodded firmly. "Three battles without a single soldier, one day I can do it. The siege of Mordor was the first battle. It seems that you can't escape my palm. ”

Despite his reluctance, Thranduil took a few steps back and lifted the confinement of Vernoer. "It's a short time before I leave Mordor, I have to hurry up and check the defense checkpoint, I can't send you tomorrow. When the children are all right, I'm probably already in Mordor, and I don't know when we can see each other......"

"When the children are well, I'll go to see you in Mordor as soon as possible. By the way, look at what Sauron's evil creatures have become. ”

"Promise not to let you down. So...... See you in Mordor! Smirking smirk, Thranduil left before Vernor. A few hours later, the Elven King stood in the moonlight on the defense checkpoint in the southern part of the Woodland Kingdom. I saw for myself what it means to be an irresistible military reinforcement.