Not to mention whether they can push open the black gate that is tightly frozen by the ice, the movement of the besieging army in the past few months alone is enough to make the Oakes afraid to look in the direction outside of Mordor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Freezing cold and with nothing to eat, they're using their pitiful fingernail-sized minds to figure out how to escape Mordor while avoiding the besieged army. Those who are a little more courageous have already taken action, and those who are less courageous can only continue to feed on their dead companions, so that the fear of fear will slowly turn into the courage to flee. This was the reason why Thranduil dared to bring Vernore alone, and it gave him a rare environment away from the soldiers and squires.

Thranduil, whether she can take the initiative to hold hands with you in the future in the wind and snow depends on this time. The Elven King, who felt his heartbeat beat a little faster, took a few deep breaths and took a step forward at the call of Vernor.

"Come in. The female elf, who still knew nothing, walked slowly and naturally extended her hand to him. "There are broken weapons near the hole, be careful. ”

She also reminded apologetically: "I only brought a lamp, and I hung it inside." There are a lot of traces of Oakes' life in the deepest part, and you'll want to look more closely?"

"You always know what I want. ”

But they don't want to give me what I want most!

With a hint of indignation, Thranduil began to complete the preliminary preparations. In order to look like he was probing the enemy, he had to slow down and pretend to look all the way through. Of course, to play the latter links smoothly, so that the sudden pain seemed natural, so that she had no defense at all, and he squatted down from time to time to check patiently.

The repeated squatting and standing up did not make the elf king, who had already recovered his strength, feel tired, but made him feel a little hot. As the elf's unique strength began to gradually regain his strength, the heat sensitivity caused a light layer of fine sweat to spread on Thrandil's smooth and white forehead. In Vernor's eyes, it became a cold sweat due to weakness.

"What's wrong with you?" Furnoll hurriedly dropped what he was holding, and helped Thrandier, who was slowly getting up. "Is it the smell left over here that makes you uncomfortable? I'll help you out now?"

Her tone was filled with worry and nervousness. In desperation, he didn't even take the silk cloth tied around his belt, but put his hand on Thranduil's forehead to help him wipe his sweat.

There's no better chance than this!" Thranduil tugged at the corners of her mouth deliberately, and leaned towards the corner with a feigned weakness as she made a painful appearance. He still clutched his chest and said intermittently in a tone that sounded like a moan of pain: "I don't know what's wrong, I suddenly feel pain in my chest." It's like, it's like there's a creature inside with a hammer and smashing it. ”

Vernor's train of thought was completely disturbed by this sentence!

Concerned only about the elven king's safety, she hurriedly helped Thranduil to sit down. In the process, she didn't notice the fleeting smile on the other party's face at all, and she didn't have the slightest suspicion of the pain in the Elf King's mouth without warning. In a panic and anxiety, she quickly and firmly untied the elf king's shirt under a reminder of "you help me take a look".

"Is this the case?" Furnor, who had no medical skills at all, began to sweat in a hurry, and almost unconsciously touched several places pointed by the Elven King with his hands. Whether such an act would alleviate the pain of the other party was not within the scope of her already confused mind for the time being, and even the elves' habit of not liking close contact was temporarily forgotten. As for Thranduil's face, which grew brighter and brighter as she smiled, she didn't even observe.

"Isn't it here, is it here?" The futile exploration added to the frustration of her worries, and when she found that Thranduil's hand had already wrapped around her, she muttered in frustration before she fully woke up: "There is nothing unusual in the few places you said. I've never heard of an elf having an abnormal reaction in its body after being harassed and weakened......"

"You're so defenseless that I'm so cute I want to take a bite!" said this, and with a slight force Thranduil took Vernor into his arms. Knowing that the moment was fleeting and that she would need to deal with her fierce struggle in a few seconds, Thranduil looked her in the eye and said, "There is no place in your body that repels me. Elves can't do things against their true will. Shake off your hypocrisy and accept my love with the sincerity of the elf!"

Thranduil, who succeeded in seizing the initiative "against the true will of his heart", was astonishingly arrogant. Temporarily stunned by him, Vernor's mouth opened, unable to utter any rebuttal, let alone any act of resistance. In order for her to find no reason to refute it, she had to show a willingness to accept it in the face of the facts, and Thranduil pressed her step by step towards subconsciously retreating.

"Let me help you remember your hypocrisy. Ignoring the other party's avoidance of the other party's face, Thranduil raised his eyebrows and said firmly: "Since you and I began to intersect fifteen years ago, you have not had the slightest rejection reaction to me. Whether it's close contact or being kissed, you've never been weak, you've never been punished by the holiness of the elves. At some point, you're even willing to approach me on your own initiative. Why do you behave like this? Because you are full of trust and affection for me, and you are willing to be close to me even if you are not in love. However, even though your whole body is reflecting your true thoughts, you still reject my love again and again with an attitude that goes against the elves' sincerity. ”

Thinking that every begging in the past had ended up only in return for rejection and evasion, Thranduil, who was deeply helpless, raised his voice.

"With such hypocrisy, such cruelty, I have been tortured by hopelessness for fifteen years, are you still a spirit? Are you worthy of the Creator's gift by refusing to answer me against your will? Fifteen years of humble begging have not been able to restore your sincerity? Where have you been infected with evil, which has made you turn your back on your star-like pure and bright heart, and commit hypocrisy?"

Vernorr was speechless, and his cheeks turned red with guilt when the Elven King denounced "hypocrisy".

As the Elven King said, Vernorr had long known that he was not rejecting the other party. Not only did she not reject it, but when she met Thranduil nearly two hundred years ago, she found that she had a sense of pity for him in addition to the undeserved resentment towards him. The young Thranduil was not only innocent, but also ignorant and innocent.