At least until she received news from Rhea, she was going to go to the Eastern Kingdom on the Plains of Lune. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info But now, with the Elven King's command to "enjoy freedom in the woodland", she has lost the right to leave the country - it is clear that the Elven King's words mean that you can leave me until I make a decision, but you are not allowed to leave the woodland kingdom.

"Hurry up, thank you, Your Majesty. Edmund, who had been standing in the back row, squeezed to her side at some point, muttering in a low voice, "The later Your Majesty decides, the later you will leave the woodland." I'll be able to see you a little bit more. ”

Edmund did not approve of the King's adviser retiring, and Vernor knew. The most loyal to the Elven King in the entire woodland, and the most eager to have a caring queen in Thranduil, he repeatedly suggested that the king's adviser should be turned into a treasurer, citing the increasing busyness of the treasury. In the end, Edmund was just trying to keep the creatures he thought would make His Majesty feel good. Such a creature, how could Vernor refuse.

She nodded at Edmund and stepped forward to bend her knees at the Elven King. She was given the order to be free immediately, but she needed to be on standby in the woodland. Apart from relative freedom, the Elven King did not give her any more gifts, not even the wealth that the people of the woodlands would receive.

"The gift will be given to you in due time. What to give now, and when the gift is given, it will have to be deducted, so why bother?" Thrandier, enraged by Vernor's refusal to stay by his side, was very ruthless at the time. Knowing that Fnorr had no income after being removed as a consultant, he still wouldn't give her anything.

Despite knowing that there was little hope, he fantasized that she would return helplessly. But the truth is that he has to swallow the sadness that he can't express to any living beings, and wait for the years to give him a chance in the huge palace.

The day Vernor left was in full bloom. As the wild geese fleeing the cold flew back to the forest, the spring feast of the woodland kingdom began. Amid the upbeat music, Thranduil, who was surrounded by the wood elves and sat upright in the center, felt that the elixir flowing into her mouth was bitter.

From 71 to 86 of the Three Eras, none of the Wood Elves knew that color was slowly losing in the Elven King's eyeliner. The greenery of the forest grew larger and larger, and when he saw Nader on his deathbed, Thranduil saw the world in black and white.

Death, Thranduil has not seen it. An excellent general, he has seen countless deaths. Thinking that he could no longer be touched by death, he hurried over as soon as he received an invitation from the side of the lonely mountain.

If Lone Mountain's invitation states that it is a deathbed meeting, the woodland officials will prevent the Elven King from going. Even Thranduil himself may assign others to do it for him, according to the rule that the Elven King should not be too sentimental. The fact is that the unruly Nader didn't think about the problem of sadness at all - the elves with self-healing abilities were powerful and abnormal in the eyes of the dwarf king, and from his point of view, how could the elf king, who all the righteous leaders in Zhongzhou had to pay attention to, be destroyed by sad emotions? Not to mention, the dwarf king's thinking power that was about to be consumed by aging had decreased a lot.

As a result, the elf king who came in a hurry saw that the corners of his mouth had been flowing liquid, and he was struggling to speak.

Not a single hair can be seen on the face that was once full of beards, which also makes the deep and shallow dark spots more visible. Thranduil knew that this was the "age spot" that Nader had mentioned.

However, there has been no close meeting in three years, and Nader, who can defeat at least fifty Oakes on his own, has become like this?

Before Thranduil could be shocked, Nader moved his finger and beckoned him to his side. In order to better hear what Nader was saying, the Elf King, whose appearance had not changed in the slightest for nearly a hundred years, leaned down and put his ear to Nader's mouth.

"I'm so envious that I want to strangle you!" said Nader, though struggling and accompanied by unstoppable saliva, spoke as undisguised as when they first met. He gasped and teased the elven king with a puzzled face: "Although you are a beardless creature, you are extremely ugly in the eyes of the dwarves. But I'm going to die, but you haven't changed at all, and you're still the same as when we first met. ”

The dwarf who was in the prime of life at the time of his acquaintance was about to be buried by the years, and he himself was untouched beyond the vicissitudes of life, and the trauma caused by this strong contrast was understood by Thranduil.

"I'm sorry, Nader. Maybe I should come in with my face covered. Changing his previous arrogance, Thranduil patted Nader's hand and comforted him softly: "As compensation, when you are well, I will send the king's guards to carry you to the woodland to the starlight dinner." My wine is at your disposal. ”

Can it get better? Both Nader and Thranduil knew that this was an impossible hypothesis. Nader succeeded to the throne of the Lonely Mountain when he was over a hundred years old, and if it weren't for the many patrols along the Gundaba Mountains and the serious injuries he sustained, he might have lived to be more than two hundred years old like all the dwarves. But where did Nader, who vowed to recreate the image of the dwarves as good at war, give up the battlefield?

Thinking of this, Thranduil felt that he had to take some responsibility to Nader, who was about to die before he was two hundred years old.

"If you weren't infected by me, you would have been able to enjoy it in the golden Lonely Mountain Kingdom. Why did you get it like this?" he said, clasping Nader's wrinkled hand, "Get well quickly." Don't make me feel guilty about it. ”

"What do you have to feel guilty about? For non-immortal elves, dying in battle is the best outcome for a good warrior, unless you think I'm not a good warrior! And I just want you to feel guilty! I need the Elven King's guilt. ”

Nader had a comprehensible smug look on Thrandeil's face. He had no choice but to raise his eyebrows and quietly wait for the explanation from his friend who was about to leave.

With a difficult wave of his hand, he motioned for the attendants beside him to go farther, Nader ignored the growing wetness at the corners of his mouth, and said, "I'm leaving, and no one can suppress the dwarves' whispers to you." Within three years, my son will inevitably become more and more prejudiced against you when the officials mention the siege of Mordor. If he does something to you, don't take it personally. Even if he is so frivolous that he angers you, please give him the punishment alone, and do not implicate my people. ”

Even in his last days, Nader put his dwarven people at the forefront.

Even in the eyes of all the leaders of the Central State, King Nader was a mediocre king who did not change much in any aspect of Gushan during his reign.