It's a pity that most living beings take it for granted that the elf king was only lonely and sad at that time, but they can't see a father's deeper "letting go love" for his children. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, that's all for later.

Thranduil still had a lot to ask. But with every word he spoke, Vernorr tugged at the wound at the corner of his mouth. Some of the wounds have started to turn red. He also noticed that Elrond also looked exhausted, and it seemed that summoning magic did consume a lot of energy.

"Your most important task now is to close your eyes and recuperate." Straightening up from the comfortable chair, Elrond gently patted the surface of the bed, giving a kind reminder. "I will come back for dinner. When the time comes, give you a mask that won't cover your mouth, and instruct the maid to help you finish dinner. ”

Looking at the wise man's bloodshot eyes, Vernoll said a little teasingly: "Then you have to close your eyes and recuperate, I don't want you to be too tired to make the mask that I was given badly." She tilted her face slightly and looked at Thrandir with a gentle gaze. Your Majesty is going too, okay? ”

Thranduil was about to refuse, but saw Vernor sniffle. "The smell of alcohol on your body makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Is it okay to go to rest with the lord? ”

Damn it! How come I don't know to take a shower and come back? He quickly got up and wrapped himself as far as he could with his floor-length robe to stop the smell of alcohol from continuing to escape. "Then you have a good rest, and we'll see you in the evening."

Walking out of the door and looking at the Elven King who was still looking back frequently, Elrond also glanced back, and then let out a chuckle.

"Thrandil, this is already the royal palace in the woodlands. Even though most of the squires have been sent in by you to take care of your advisors, there are squires here, and your appearance will scare them. What's more, you can't see anything here except the gorgeous two gates. ”

"Did you know that talking too much can make people disgusted?" The Elven King raised his chin and glared at Elrond, then reached out and grabbed the other man's sleeve. It wasn't until he had brought Elrondra to a relatively quiet corner that he had a tangled expression again. "Is she really, not going to go west in a short time? If I had a father like that, I wouldn't have been able to wait for Xidu to find him......"

"I thought you would ask me to make her face completely scar-free." Naturally, he lowered his arms in front of his chest, and Elrond breathed a long sigh of relief. "So you've been worrying about this here."

"What's the importance of having a scar on your face? With and without scars she's still her, nothing has changed for me. Thranduil's look was unconcealably nervous. Although he still refused to lower his chin, the elven king, who had regained his arrogance, took a step closer to Elrond to show his attention. "You'd better hurry up and explain to me why she said she wouldn't go west for a short time. I don't believe she doesn't miss her father. ”

"You still don't understand what deep love is." From Elrond's point of view, he saw the woodland officials standing in the distance and looking at them frequently. It seems that the Woodland Kingdom has another matter that must be dealt with by the Elven King? Elrond intends to make a long story short.

"There is a kind of love that has to be with each other every day. A deeper love transcends the limitations of time, distance or space. Seeing that Thranduil was still puzzled, and showed no sign of letting himself go, he had to let out a long sigh. Your advisor and her father may not be in the same world, but they both understand and support each other to do what they want to do. Your advisor doesn't need to worry about her father in Valinor, and she knows that his father will support all her decisions unconditionally. What she has is a love that is so noble that it will not bring the slightest burden and constraints, only support, so why rush to Valinor and let this love be reduced to the level of being together every day? Believe me, at least as she says, she won't go west until she finds the elf named Rya. ”

"Well, trust you for now. However, if she crosses west before she finds Rhea, you must be prepared for no more Rivendell in Middle-earth. Raising his blue eyes, which had been looking down at each other, the Elven King turned to the nearest attendant and shouted, "Go and ask Edmund to add an extra bed to the lord in my dormitory." ”

When his gaze moved, the Elven King naturally spotted Dewen who was blocked at the entrance to the inner palace. Before committing to the king's mission, he paused to explain to a stunned Elrond. "As the best healer, you are supposed to be there for your patients all the time. However, I will not allow you to have an extra bed in her dormitory. I'm the closest to her, and the King's Bed won't be wronged by your identity. Anyway, in the early days of the 'Last Alliance' war, because the supplies had not yet been fully transported, we used to live in the same tent. Don't you think this arrangement is good? ”

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that. But haven't you really heard rumors about you and me in human mouths? The rumors, so filthy that all the elves couldn't bear to talk about them, flashed through his mind, and Elrond smiled bitterly and stroked his forehead. Living in a room with the Elven King? God knows how much insulting content will be added to this matter to the human race.

"Where there are living beings, rumors don't go away. Why should you care, even I, the king who was rumored to be a king who needed to be courted by a little lord? ”

After smoothing out the wrinkles on his robe, the Elf King's hands were naturally clasped in front of his waist. The elegant king, with bloodshot hangover eyes, walked towards his mission with not brisk steps, and naturally could not see the Lord of Ringu behind him showing a smug and helpless smile.

This guy has heard the rumors for a long time! Thinking that he was rumored to be regarded as a creature oppressed above the Elven King, Elrond suddenly felt that the scene configured in the rumors was not unacceptable. At least in the rumors, whether it is in the forest, the valley, the hot springs, or even the cages of the orcs, the little lord can also act in vain above the elven king.

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"Your Majesty really invited me to a dinner party?" Zirjan asked the Wood Elf attendant who had come to speak for the second time.

"Yes." Glancing at the wine glass that was about to spill the wine out of Zilyang's hand tilted slightly, the attendant did not understand why Prince Arnoll lost his temper. He patiently explained: "Your Majesty said that tonight's guests are not only you, but also the mayor of Changhe Town, so a bigger dinner has been prepared. Please be sure to show your face. ”

"Oh......" After subconsciously replying, Zirjan was completely immersed in thought.