The guilt made Thranduil say against his will: "When a friend comes to visit the camp, ordinary soldiers will be happy, let alone me, the king?" I'm glad you can come. ”

The smile bloomed like a flower on Silver Moon's face, and Thranduil couldn't bear to immediately ask the attendants beside him about Vernor's whereabouts. When communicating with Yinyue in a rare soft gesture, he couldn't stop sighing: Why are all female beings easier to coax than Vernor? In just a few words, Yinyue smiled so contentedly, it would be nice if Vernorr could do the same.

Ten minutes later, Thranduil finally found his chance. He pretended to confess to the attendant in a deep voice, "The princess is coming, and you will accompany her around." When I was leaving, I called Lutenas and I had something to tell her. ”

As soon as Vernor stepped into the hall, the Elven King's angry scolding came to cover his face.

"What do you mean?" Thranduil, who was leaning on the chair, had an indescribable gloomy feeling, and raised her eyebrows and asked, "I know that Silver Moon is interested in me. You don't persuade her to put aside the feelings that can't be fruitless as soon as possible, and bring her to take the initiative to find me? ”

Vernor's face sank, and he didn't even know why he lost his temper in front of the creature who should not be provoked the most.

"Persuade? Does it work. She asked coldly: "I didn't persuade you less, and I didn't say that your feelings can't have results." Did you listen? ”

A silent confrontation ensued between the two elves. One has a firm look in his eyes, and does not regard the other side as a king at all; A face full of anger, so angry that he clenched his silver teeth, but he couldn't say anything to refute it.

Thranduil coughed lightly and took the initiative to avoid the topic.

"For decades, whether in terms of behavior or thoughts, I have treated you as a relative, not to mention strange feelings." Lest the rare moments of getting together be occupied by endless quarrels, Thranduil did not want to discuss the topic anymore. With an attitude of not admitting being killed, Thranduil asked softly: "Can you deny that I just treat you as a relative?" ”

Vernor couldn't deny it. I don't know when it began, Thranduil never mentioned love to Vernorr again, and even close contact was easily prevaricated by him with the relationship of kinship. She didn't know it was Thranduil's roundabout tactic. It was the discovery that the mention of love would be exchanged for Vernor's firm rejection that Thranduil found a universal excuse for "relatives".

This was not just an excuse, for Thranduil believed that even if Vernoel accepted him, he could no longer have a de facto marriage. That is, it is impossible to become a wife in substance, and blood relatives may be a more suitable relationship.

However, the premise of being able to get along with relatives is that they are not married or unworthy! Not only did Vernore not know, but he was also under pressure from the woodland elves.

"Then I will speak to you as a relative." She said solemnly: "The silver moon is right in front of you, give yourself a chance to fall in love." ”

The beloved elf not only refuses to accept him, but also pushes himself to another being. It's hard to describe how it feels. All he knew was that he was so angry that he tore off everything on the table and slammed the door without looking back.

Back at the training grounds, Thranduil immediately gave orders to Eroth to fight.

"Twenty years of trainees will go to war immediately." The elven king, who was full of gloom, didn't care about armaments at all, and only gave an explanation before going to the deer. "It's time to see how mobile they are," he said. ”

The woodland soldiers, who had been trained for more than twenty years, did not disappoint the Elven King. Although he was one step ahead, he was soon overtaken by the rushing woodland soldiers. Looking at the army behind him, which was less than a thousand, Thranduil headed straight to the west without looking back. By the time the quartermaster arrived, the Elven King's army had already reached the eastern frontier of the Woodland Kingdom.

Seven days later, the Elven King arrived in the Misty Mountains to give orcs and goblins a tangible sense of what it meant to "pour blood mold." Ten days later, a bloodied Thranduil passed through the never-closing gates of Ringu Manor. Under Elrond's inquiring eyes, Thrandier, whose anger had not yet completely subsided, rolled his eyes and said, "Rivendell is really a good transit place, with food and grass and the best medical care. ”

Thranduil had been gone for three months.

As the Elven King, whose internal affairs have been handed over to officials, the Woodland Kingdom has long been accustomed to the Elven King's moody frequent patrols, but it is a pity that the king missed the send-off for Silver Moon. A trade can keep Princess Silvermoon in the woodland for a short time, but it can't stay for three months. Knowing that the Elven King had lost his temper with his envoy and left, the woodland officials went to visit. As for the reason for the Elf King's temper, he can guess without asking the woodland officials.

For so many years, anyone who mentioned the king's marriage would provoke the wrath of the elven king. How calm the king of the woodland is in his official duties, how impulsive he is in the matter of marriage. Being so angry by the admonition of the marriage match that he led the troops on patrol, the woodland elves have not seen it, and they don't think there is anything wrong. Anyway, in the current situation of the woodland kingdom, the elf king has enough capital to be capricious. What the officials were most worried about was the king's messenger Vernor, who was reprimanded by the elven king.

One more woodland official came to comfort him, and Vernor's guilt was even greater. When Thrandil, who was in Ringe, met his twin sons, Elladan and Elohir, Vernor felt his heart become like a hard stone in a continuous stream of reassuring voices.

She said to Dewen and to herself, "Even for the sake of all the woodland elves, I should try my best to make Your Majesty willing to approach Princess Silvermoon." ”

And hundreds of miles away, in Ringu, seeing the infant twins, Thranduil felt that his originally hard heart had softened. Not only that, but he also understood why the woodland elves would mention Ringu with envy and fascination in their words.

In the turbulent Zhongzhou, there is indeed no substitute for the happiness of the guardian's offspring.

Thranduil looked at the two babies cautiously, and unconsciously put his hands behind his back: "My long-term hand holding the knife is afraid that it will break them." ”

Elrond was not reluctant either. Motioning to the attendants to hug Elladan and Elohir down, the wise man comforted the slightly lost Elven King softly: "Before I saw them, I didn't understand why the Elves of Ringu forced me to get married, and I didn't understand why you and King Serdan were so brave with all their might. Now I understand. Next, maybe it's up to you? ”

Vernorr had never been married in the true sense of the word, a matter that Elrond and Serdan knew, but Thranduil did not. The illusion that Vernorr could not remarry made Thranduil extremely disgusted by being negotiated by others. Naturally, the wise man's kind hints and due attention were not even exchanged for the same kind treatment.