The forest wasn't close to the tent of the Last Alliance, but with the Dome Deer, it wasn't a problem. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With two huge antlers on its head, the deer spread its hooves and ran happily towards the place where it had grown, and the two elves sitting in front of the deer and one behind the other could not help but smile the moment they saw the trees.

"The deer has a deep love for the forest. I swear I didn't control the direction of it at all along the way. ”

Sitting behind Thrandil, Vernorr clamped the body of the Dome Deer with his legs, and had to stretch out a little finger to clasp the belt of the elf in front of him to maintain his balance. Despite the hardships of the journey, she smiled a smile she hadn't seen in a long time when she saw the forest. Happily tearing off her mask and scarf, she let out a strange cry, and the deer slowed down and slowly approached the forest, finally stopping under a tree.

"You actually thought of riding it into the forest...... That's not a good idea. Fnorr looked up, and with a kick of his legs and a force on his waist, he had already climbed to the branch. She hooked her leg on the branch and reached out to pick the purple fruit from the tree. When the fruit was firmly held in her hand, she hung upside down on the branch, her golden hair hanging in front of Thrandil, obscuring all vision.

Thranduil stretched out her face to move closer to the blonde strands, the tip of her nose losing them as soon as it touched them. Looking up again, the dazzling gold, the roots have been gathered in a white palm, and the palm flows down to the branches. The owner of the hair was lying on his side on the trunk of the tree in an extremely lazy posture, and the purple fruit in his mouth was closed with his eyes closed.

"Didn't you notice the antlers of the Dome Deer, so that you couldn't get close to the dense woods?Hey, didn't you say you were going to come to the forest to find some kind of plant?

No wonder it's described as a clumsy deer!, Thranduil looked up as he tugged at the reins, "It's not an important plant. Anyway, there was nothing to do before the siege, so it was better to come and take a stroll. Oh...... Nope!"

Perhaps he pulled the reins too hard, and the deer bent his knees and sat directly on the ground, panting angrily. The appearance of dragging me to death and not leaving, almost caused him to fall off the back of a deer. When Vernorr opened his eyes, he saw the king of the forest with the crown of branches lying on the neck of the deer with a resentful expression.

"It is the largest dome deer in the Great Green Forest, so it naturally has a bit of an aristocratic temper. Jumping lightly from the tree, Vernorr reached out his palm to the mouth of the deer. The pink deer tongue licked her hand lightly, and then she stood up from the ground. "The deer is one of the most faithful animals, and it seems that the next deer will be tamed by you. Otherwise, it will not necessarily give you face when it sees a creature taming itself. Neither can the King of the Forest. ”

The next deer?Thranduil didn't digest the word for a moment, and opened her big blue eyes for an explanation.

"The deer is the soul of the forest, but it doesn't necessarily have eternal life. You don't think this deer can stay with you all the time. She rested her head lightly on the deer's neck and muttered, "As long as the forest lasts forever, they will find their way back when they die." ”

Three thousand years later, Thranduil said to Taurreel, "The world is troubled, but our kingdom will live forever." Three thousand two hundred years later, Thranduil said to the forest spirits who had been driven west by him, "As long as I am here, my kingdom will live forever." ”

He just wanted the ghost of some elf to find their way back.

At this time, of course, Thranduil did not know what would happen in the future, but he was just excited to discover another of Vernor's preferences. "You seem to like the forest?"

"Yes. For me, it also represents freedom and faith. With that, Vernor confined himself to a long period of contemplation. She remembered the years away from the forest. The stench of decay surrounded the couch by the stagnant water that never dried up, the rats jumped through the stagnant water and fell onto the partition next to the couch, looking for utensils with food scraps, the spittle that fell on the smooth slate was always so dry that she had to kneel on the ground and peel them off with her fingernails, and the eyes that made her feel unable to breathe hung on her face with contempt, teasing, malice, and even greed. After coming out of that environment and returning to the forest, she found that the eyes of the animals were so cute. No animal will secretly reach out its claws to you while shooting a flattering look at you.

"Thranduil, do you know how lucky you are, the land you own, the loveliest creatures in Middle-earth. She opened her eyes and said leisurely, "Sometimes, I even envy you. ”

Today is the day when all the kings of the woodlands are stationed at the Black Gate.

Standing behind the open tent door and watching the line-up of his woodland kings waiting for him, the well-equipped Thranduil did not immediately step out. He's starting to struggle with a very boring question.

"I really don't want to go in a cape. It always made me feel less comfortable. The noble king began to untie his cloak and threw it on his chair. Even after all this, he still wanted to find an excuse so that he didn't have to face the truth so quickly. Although, he already knew the truth in his heart.

"There is no king who does not wear a cape. Dewen, who was trying to keep his hands from trembling, was also very nervous. He was glad that the cloak issue had shifted his mind somewhat.

Vernore walked over and put his cloak on his arm, smiling dotingly. "I'll hold it for you. I'll give it to you when you want to wear it. ”

Thranduil rolled his eyes, trying to find something to tangle with, but Devon reminded him that it was getting late. Actually, he also wanted to go right away, but why was it so difficult for him to take steps?

"Go, Your Majesty. Vernorr reached out and grabbed his arm, and an inexplicable force passed through the arm into his body. "I'm going with you. ”

Behind her, all the woodland officials showed expressions of "going together". Thranduil took a deep breath and finally stepped out of the tent. The huge bronze door of the Black Gate was tightly closed, and it looked even more gloomy in the sunlight.

Dewen, who stood a few feet away from the king, kept wiping the fine sweat from his forehead. The other officials behind him were no better. Even the king had to hold the saber stuck in the ground tightly when he saw the remains of the elves in front of the Black Gate, not to mention the officials? Some timid officials began to rejoice, at least they didn't have to step on the ground like soldiers, who didn't know how much elven blood had flowed, and pieced together the broken elves into complete bodies, which were put into soft black velvet bags for burial.