"How do you know?" Raising his eyebrows and looking at the Elven King, the surprise on Fnorr's face was only a flash, and then he said a little dimly: "That's right." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoYou have seen my other two sisters, so you naturally know how many elves there are in my family, and how many horses they will match. ”

Rhea and Avril were mentioned, and Thranduil was a little embarrassed. He felt a little guilty for his disrespectful behavior towards Vernor's two sisters, and knew that if he continued to mention the two elves, he would be unhappy again. Lest Vernorr continue, Thranduil grabbed her hand in a hurry and spoke first.

He said, "When I return, I will give you all the horses your father has, and five more for you." When the time comes, you will be the only 'Ten Pony Elves' in the woodland. ”

"What's the use of having so many horses? Astonishment and sadness were just a moment of idleness on Vernor's face, and then a thick smile was replaced. The smiling Vernoll did not forget to withdraw his hand, and temporarily put aside the meaning of alienation. She leaned in Thrandil's direction, and a pretended embarrassment appeared on her face so pale that there was not a trace of blood: "How can I ride ten horses with one elf?, and I am only an elf, and I do not have a family than my father." According to the law that one more horse requires corresponding labor, does Your Majesty plan to let me work in the forest with ten horses all the time? How can the glory of the 'Ten Horse Elves' appear on the elves who are dedicated to forest care? Your Majesty still retracted the golden words, don't embarrass me. I love the forest and I want to contribute to it. But I don't want to spend my free time reading miscellaneous books in the quiet of the palace, and I want to play with the children. ”

"You can do whatever you want. The law is for those who do not know how to discipline themselves, and it does not include you. Although the act of grabbing the other party's hand had nothing to do with the king's solemnity, and there was a faint hint of personal affection, the elf king still solemnly stated: "The horses given to you are different from other creatures. You just have it, you don't have to give. ”

"How can a king do something unjust?" Furnoor, who tried to replace his heart with anger, not only withdrew his hand, but also turned his body in the opposite direction: "The law cannot be challenged, and the king should set an example." ”

This statement is the same as Elrond's interpretation of the Law. Since even she thinks so, then I should follow the rules of the law that cannot be easily changed.

He had already made up his mind that Vernoer's alienating behavior still made Thranduil unbearable.

You can't just sacrifice and not enjoy being a king, right? Otherwise, who would be happy to accept royal power? It is not too much to ignore the law for the sake of a beloved elf.

Thranduil said this to herself, then got up and walked in the direction of the front of Vernor, and bent down to meet her eye level.

"The king is the law that sustains him, but the king is also a living being. Living beings will have their own joys, sorrows, and sorrows, as well as creatures that they like or hate. The blonde-haired king's eyes were determined, and he spoke in a calm tone with a message that was completely selfish. He said, "Vernor, I'm sorry. I have nothing but unwavering love for you. Whether you accept this love or not, I don't want to force anything. But I must say - as a king I want all the net to open up because of you, and as an individual I hope that by acting you will understand that you are not an ordinary being to me. Therefore, even if it is a violation of the law or an injustice, the matter of the 'Ten Pony Elves' is decided. ”

With that, Thranduil walked to the desk near the windowsill. Write your thoughts into an official letter and affix the Elven King's badge. Once the letter is written, the matter will be ironclad. No matter how reluctant he was, Vernol could only obey the king's orders. However, when Thranduil was about to write the first word with his pen, he heard a different story.

"The 'Ten Pony Elves' is the highest glory of the Woodland Kingdom, Your Majesty must give it, I dare not refuse. Glancing lightly at the broad back in front of the window, Vernor said calmly: "The unique glory of the forest will spread throughout Middle-earth sooner or later. Even if the identity of the 'Ten Pony Elves' is not recorded for the woodland elves to see, it will attract the attention of all of Middle-earth. Please give me some more dresses to meet the envoys of other countries. According to the etiquette of the righteous camp, visitors from other countries who visit the forest will also ask to pay a visit to the 'Ten Pony Elves' as a sign of respect. Without a proper dress, it is inevitable to be rude in front of people from other countries. ”

As soon as Vernor's words fell, Thranduil put down the pen in his hand.

Not to mention the fact that the envoys of other countries paid a visit, or the situation of the glory holder of the 'Ten Pony Elves' recorded in the woodland, Thranduil was unwilling.

I can't let her be exposed to all living beings until she doesn't accept me. Because no one can guarantee that she won't be implicated because of me.

"Now give ten horses, and you really don't need it. I'll give it to you when I have the opportunity and can use it again. Thranduil, who had left the desk, laughed at his lack of thought, and was just about to sit down next to Vernor, when there was a knock at the door.

"Your Majesty the Woodlands, please allow me to change the dressing for the patient. ”

Elrond's voice came from outside the door, with the depth and rigor of official diplomatic rhetoric. Thranduil knew that if a wise man with a good personal relationship would speak like this, there must be other creatures around him. Moreover, the creatures around him were unaware of the significance of Vernor's existence.

Reluctantly glancing at Vernor, Thranduil sat in the most splendid seat in the hall. With the seriousness of a king on his face, the elven king, who was holding the wine glass, raised his voice and said in the direction of the door, "Come in." ”

From the time Vernorr was carried into the bed by the dwarven healers led by Elrond, to the sharp clashing of medical instruments, Thranduil had maintained the majesty of a king. It wasn't until the white medical curtain was pulled up, separating herself from all living beings, that Thranduil's tense face relaxed. But he was still nervous and kept ** the wine glass in his hand to relieve his worries.

Thrandil, who knew nothing about medical skills, didn't know how to deal with the sores in Vernor, but only took it for granted that it would be painful. What's more, Elrond deliberately didn't let him know.

In order to save the elves from suffering from sores, the best healers chose the most effective and cruel-sounding method - cutting off all the infected flesh from Vernor's legs. Although this does not eradicate the dome deer's hoof fluid, it does allow the sores that are no longer disturbed to be stimulated to heal themselves earlier. Of course, this treatment will make the sores look shocking. A wise man who had come into contact with countless patients could face it calmly, but the few dwarven healers who came with him were stunned for a moment.