Three hundred and fifty-eight, in the middle of it

Bending down and approaching Merandiel, Elrond said in a voice that would allow the other party to hear clearly, but also in a voice that would be absolutely quiet, "The Elven King Thranduil was born in the year 3234 of the Second Era, and is now 215 years old. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the elves in adulthood grow slowly in terms of mind, and the growth of a hundred years is only equivalent to about a year for humans. In other words, the elves of 215 years are equivalent to about 20 years of human life. The elven king, who is only 20 years old and completely inexperienced, has no way to control his resistance, and he doesn't even know how to deal with it, which is almost ......"

The elven king Thranduil, who had given a perfect answer in the brutal war and had easily rounded all the leaders in the matter of Gondor, was actually as old as a human who had just reached adulthood for more than a year?

Melandil wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, feeling sorry for Thrandil, and at the same time, she also understood why Elrond not only lowered his voice low enough when he said this, but also subconsciously raised his eyes to observe the surroundings, for fear that other creatures would hear it. For a king who needs to protect the largest country in Middle-earth, it is indeed not a good thing to be too young-minded, and it is easy for other creatures to covet it, and it is not conducive to the peace of mind of his people. And what he thinks is that the Elf King can deal with the "offense" in the past very well, which is obviously beyond the scope of what he can bear. Then Elrond said that the Elven King was almost lost, and he was not alarmist.

Although it had been agreed in advance, the Elven King may have made a promise that he would "know in advance and not blame", but could he really forgive himself for almost killing him?

"How is the Elven King doing now?" Melandil grabbed Elrond's arm, breaking out in a cold sweat again. "I ...... How can I get his forgiveness?"

"It's okay now. The siege of Mordor won't change in any way because of this, but the Elven King says he will never forgive you and doesn't want to see you again. Gently patting the arm of his nephew for an unknown number of generations, Elrond looked at the patched cuffs of the other party and said softly: "Thrandil's temper is not very good, and he is not ambiguous in terms of big things. Now that you've promised that it won't affect the war, don't challenge his temper anymore. Besides, it's not necessarily a good thing for you to get too close to him. ”

Is this a kind reminder or a stern warning?

While Merandil was still hesitating, Elrond patted his hand gently, "Why did you and your family get to this point? Although I am not human, it is not appropriate for me to meddle in the affairs of your race, but you and Valandil are both descendants of Ellos, and they are also my descendants. I will find a way to get Valandil to give you a fair arrangement, so that your family can enjoy the life they deserve. ”

Merandil only felt the tip of his nose sour, and even his eyes were red. The tears he suppressed didn't let them burst out of his eyes. But the wise man's next sentence made Merandil, whose elders were all dead, unable to bear it.

Elrond stretched out his hand and flipped it, shook his head and sighed, "After thousands of years, I finally understand what humans mean when they say 'the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat'. ”

But now the palm of the hand is going to hurt the back of the hand, what should I do? The back of the hand hurts, and the palm hurts just as much. Why do human beings only have this sentence, but there is no solution to this sentence?

Merandiel didn't give the wise man any more time to think. In the 2nd year of the Three Eras, King Gondor, who had sent away the last of them to care for him with the affection of his elders, leaned on the arm of the wise man and whimpered. The feeling of depression and helplessness in the past six years finally came to my heart in the muttering of "the palms and backs of my hands are full of meat", and turned into tears from the embankment.

In the future, the emperor still has a biological mother left in the world, and even if his biological mother is unbearable, he can also confide in his elders about his helplessness. But what about Merandiel? Since Medi's death, he thinks he has lost all his elders. What should a king look like without the care of his elders? In other words, no matter how much pain and helplessness there is in the future, you must hide it, grit your teeth and smile and hold your chest up. Because there are countless people behind him who need to be guarded, he can't show the slightest pain and let the creatures behind him worry about it.

The disguised self-confidence of the king can improve the happiness of his people, but who knows that the disguised king also needs happiness? For Merandiel, who is more than a hundred years old, happiness is as simple as leaning on the chest of his elders and crying loudly once, then wiping away his tears and continuing to walk with his chest up. But such simple happiness was just a luxury for Merandiel. Looking at the whole of Middle-earth, where are there still elders who are worthy of their respect? He has a certain respect for Elrond in his heart, knowing that in fact the other party is indeed his ancestral uncle, Merandiel still chooses to regard the other party as a living of other clans worthy of respect under the indifference of the elves and the deliberate avoidance of Elrond's identity as the emperor's ancestor.

A human proverb made Merandil aware of the care hidden under the indifferent expression of the wise. He also thought that Elrond was just here to ask for guilt, and he also thought that Elrond only cared about the future human emperor, and he didn't care about himself as a junior at all. The truth is that in the minds of wise men he is as important as Valandil. In the case of not being of the same race, Elrond is indeed not very easy to intersect with human affairs. But his actions and words show that he never forgot about Merandiel.

Otherwise, how would he know that moving to the slums was his own initiative, not an order from the future emperor?

Whether it's accountability or reminders, it's all out of concern. Merandiel, there's no one in front of you, but there's an elf!

At this moment, the king, who had been tenacious for six years, put down all his pretenses and enjoyed the treatment of a junior like a child, even if he was ready to wipe away his tears and continue to walk alone.

It wasn't until Merandil calmed down a lot that Elrond gently patted him on the shoulder and said helplessly, "I also know something about you and Valandil. There are two reasons why it doesn't intervene. One is that you are older than Valandil and have military achievements, and your ability is far above him, and my ability may not be able to give you powerful help. The second is that I am not human, so I can't take the liberty of asking about the internal affairs of the human royal family. But rest assured, if Valandil dares to do anything to drive your family out of the human kingdom, I will do justice to you. Blame me for all the suffering you have suffered in the past few years. When Valandil succeeds to the throne, I will find a way to compensate you. ”