Seeing that Vernoll tilted his head slightly, looking like he was about to refuse when he opened his mouth, he begged sincerely: "I will never force you again." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info give me this opportunity to make my heart feel better?"

"Don't push me again?" you've said this to me three times. While muttering, Vernorr subconsciously raised his head and looked at him carefully. When she realized that she had never seen such a lonely elf king, she retracted the "Can you really do it?" that she was about to say.

"I swear to Vera that if I persecute you again, Vera will take away my beloved. ”

At this time, Thranduil could not have imagined that this oath would really become a reality in the future. The fearlessness of the future keeps him focused only on the present.

Anyway, if you can't accept my words, you will never get the love of your beloved, how can you get the love and be taken away? Thranduil, who had no psychological pressure at all, solemnly saluted the West and repeated the oath again, Vernoll completely relented.

Although he is not an Eldar who grew up in Vera's arms (note), Vernor still has absolute reverence for Vera, and naturally believes in the content of his oath to Vera. If he has sworn to the Veras, he will no longer persecute me, as he swore to say. As long as I never accept him, I will not do anything that hurts many living beings. Well, giving him a little more love won't make a difference.

Thinking so, Vernorr reached out and lifted Thrandil, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Thank you for understanding my powerlessness. She looked at the somewhat flattered Elven King, and looked away guiltily to remind, "What about the things you brought? ”

Do you mean give me a chance to help you?" Thranduil was overjoyed, and hurriedly picked up the silk cloth that had just been put aside, and cautiously leaned over. What he didn't expect was that this time Vernoll was very cooperative. Not only did he sit on the recliner, but he also took the initiative to take off his mask.

"Be careful, don't let the silver box in the silk burn you. Closing his eyes and waiting for the warmth to remove the soreness, Vernor said in a soft tone, "I heard that weak elves can also temporarily lose their ability to heal themselves. I don't want to be healed and you get hurt. ”

If I were hurt, would you feel heartache out of a selfish position? Thranduil, who had just eased the relationship, did not dare to ask this, but with emotion and renewed anticipation, she carefully moved the object in her hand that was constantly emitting heat over her eyes.

On this night when the snow stopped, Thranduil and Vernor enjoyed a rare moment of calm. Although they didn't say a word in this range, they just quietly enjoyed the silent cooperation from each other in the fragrance of Hanmei.

When the items in their hands no longer warmed them, Thranduil, who was a little tired, unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. It was the faint sound of breathing, which could not be picked up without careful listening, that made Vernoll sit up and rested his head lightly on his chest.

She didn't get rid of Thranduil's hand around her, nor did she break free from the embrace, but just lowered her head and said in a dull voice: "Thranduil, you are so good, and I do want to approach you. However, not all living beings have the right to approach you. The rejection is due to your own reasons, not that you are bad. So, don't have any doubts about your goodness. Approach other elves that you don't reject, and you'll find that getting a genuine response won't be hard for you at all. ”

But the whole Yiya, I just want your response!

Thranduil did not say something that would have allowed the controversy to continue, shattering the rare calm. He kept caressing the back of the female elf on his chest, and expressed his most sincere thoughts in words.

"Even if you don't have the right to love anymore, and you can't respond or accept me, I still feel like having you by your side is the best time. Grabbing Vernoer and placing it in the place of his heart, Thranduil said firmly: "Your existence is to me like a forest cannot be without sunlight, and trees cannot be without rain. It's like the sun high above. It can never be approached, but the forest is always admired and can grow best under its light. Because of you, there will never be a queen in the woodland kingdom. Whether you accept it or not will not affect my love for you. I will look at you from afar like the forest, and I will not dare to ask for your approach. Even if such a time needs to be exchanged for eternal loneliness. ”

Vernorr pursed his lips and fell silent in Thrandil's arms.

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On the day Nader and Merendil returned to camp, Thranduil made the decision to keep Vernorr by his side. At least until Arnol's army arrived, he didn't want Vernor to leave him again. And this decision came at a time when he was already able to easily pick up arms and was about to come out of the weak period.

If you don't convince her, there will be no reason for her to stay. Why did Elrond say that there would be at least two months of weakness, and I apparently only experienced half a month?

The elven king, who didn't know what to do, glanced at Vernor, who was sitting quietly, and began to choose words in his mind.

Thranduil knew very well that Vernorr was not his servant and would most likely not obey this arrangement absolutely, so he let all the creatures leave before giving this order. Sure enough, as soon as he said, "Don't go back to the woodland," Vernor, who had been seated, stood up.

"It is not right for the king to be absent from the woodland, but fortunately you will not make a mistake if you leave the king's coat of arms to me for safekeeping. But even if I am not in the woodland, how can I affix the king's coat of arms to the official letter at the diplomatic level? Even if the internal affairs are left to Dewen when you go to war, it will not be a big deal, and the war will not affect the country's diplomacy. ”

Seeing that the Elven King's expression had not changed and that he had no intention of changing his mind at all, Vernor hurriedly walked to the desk and said, "I can travel back and forth between the war zone and the woodland every month. ”

"Then you'll have fifteen days a month on the way back and forth. Vernor, I must make it clear to you, I am afraid that you will leave my control. To this day, I remember every detail of your captivity at the orc level, and I shudder at it. If I could, I would like you to be under my guard forever, and how could I allow you to travel fifteen days a month in areas that I have no control over?"

Although he directly said what was in his heart, Thranduil also knew that such a reason would never convince Vernoer. Considering that Nader and Melandil were still waiting in the side hall, he was going to make a long story short.