"Unassignable preciousness?"

The Elven King's past flashed through Isild's mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info's use of the silver moon, the woodland drum that stopped wailing after his father's death, all of them are challenging Prince Noldor's bottom line. And Vernor's next behavior completely detonated the resentment that was suppressed in his heart.

She walked between Thranduil and Sabre, stared at herself, and said with a stern expression, "Your father has never attacked any of his allies with the Wind Ring. If you really want to kill him, kill me first. ”

She also turned to Thranduil and said, "I am not part of you. Woodland is something you can never get rid of. ”

"Do you really want me to stop magic?" Isild didn't know why she was so sad all of a sudden. He sneered twice, calling out his advisor's name accurately. "Come and hug me!"

I'm going to show Thranduil how his unyieldable preciousness is tender before me.

"Come and hold me, I'll consider letting him go!" Prince Noldor urged.

The embrace with the faint scent of grass did not ease the anger in Isild's heart. Thinking that this was the unique aura of the forest elves, Isild broke free of his embrace and slowly approached the elven king. Seeing the image of a female elf appear in his widening blue eyes, he grabbed the other party's collar.

While confronting the Elven King with a fierce look that he couldn't even imagine, Isild gritted his teeth and whispered: "When the High King's bones were still cold, he came to the Noldor Barracks Hand Blade Prince? It seems that it is not a rumor that my father endured you to the point of heartache! Don't worry, I will never kill you, I will make you feel that it is still painful to be killed." ”

Soon after, I'm going to show you even more terrible!

"Vernor, come and kiss me!" When he found that Thranduil was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, and the bruises on his face jumped, Isild lowered his voice and urged, "Hurry up! Give me a kiss and let him go at once." ”

Three minutes later, the soldiers stationed outside King Noldor's tent saw their prince walk out on the Elven King's shoulder. The faces of the two elven kings were very strange. One had reddish cheeks, and the other was depressed and staggering.

"I still have something to do, so I won't send it. Isild half-dragged Thranduil to the Horned Deer, leaned into the Elven King's ear and whispered, "When I am crowned, you will see even more wonderful things than tonight." Then you will understand how tolerant my powerful father used to be to you. ”

Turning to the elven king's hateful gaze, Isild beckoned a soldier over. Pulling out an official letter in his arms, he said "Go and carry out this official letter" while reaching for his waist. Finding that only loose robes could be seen where the belt should have been worn, Prince Noldor changed his order: "Wait for me to come back outside the king's tent with an official letter." ”

Before running towards fate, Isild glanced at the elven king, who was still standing by the horned deer in a daze, and said softly, "Actually, you are not wrong at all. The Kingdom of Linton is no stronger than your woodland!"

When the Elven King returned to his tent and held on to the scepter that he had not been willing to touch for six years, Isild and the Human Emperor Elendil were carried back to their tent almost at the same time. The difference is that Elendil was dead before carrying him back to the king's tent, but Isild, with the orc saber in his chest, could still speak with the power of the Wind Ring.

After keeping all the soldiers in the king's tent and not allowing any living creatures to enter, Isild took the hand that was placed on his chest and wrapped in a thick bandage: "Don't cry. I'm running out of time and have a lot to say to you. ”

Seeing that Vernor's tears had not stopped, but had slowly calmed down, Isilde hurried to say all the arrangements. "When you're buried, put on your altered Star Armor. My father must be very happy to see him. The divorce must be carried out, and I say sorry to Princess Silvermoon, I didn't find the necklace she should have left for her husband. ”

"Isilde, why are you so stupid!" Vernor couldn't hold back any longer, and cried out: "Just to find the lost necklace, did you go to the battlefield alone?

"I just want to get this necklace back for myself...... I'm already sorry for Silver Moon. That's my fate. Isilde smiled wryly and reached out with a trembling hand to wipe the tears from Vernor's face. "I'm sorry I forced you to do that just now to anger Thrandil. But I ...... I actually think your kiss is very sweet. ”

Motioning with his eyes to take out the last official letter in his arms, Isild felt that his energy was about to run out and there was no time.

He moved his finger and said, "You brought the Ring of the Wind with me, and you took it away when I die." It is my gift to you, and you can give it to any living being. ”

Even for Thrandil.

Finding that the other party looked puzzled, he pointed to the official letter with difficulty. "Open it and you'll know why the Ring of the Wind must be given to you. ”

Trembling, he opened the last official letter written by the High King in Middle-earth. The white characters are not large, but her future identity is written in three elven scripts: the prince's advisor, the eldest daughter of the noble lady Audrey of Fanya, Vernor, and the queen of Linton. Any Noldor elves who have doubts about this letter are obliged to send them to the Temple of Mandus to communicate with me. The sixth High King of the Noldor Elves, Gilgaradli!

"When I saw this letter, I didn't feel disgusted. Your kiss is so sweet...... Therefore, I intend to execute the official letter of divorce. Handing over the blood-stained Ring of the Wind, Isild's voice grew softer and softer, "Say sorry to Thranduil on my behalf." Although I really want him to watch you put on Queen Linton's robes and stand with me...... Goodbye Queen Linton, I'm going to see my father. ”

The moment Prince Noldor let go of the Ring of the Wind, it was as if all the pain had disappeared. The final scene left by Middle-earth to Prince Noldor is a female elf holding the Ring of the Wind and crying uncontrollably. Although she wore a hat and veil, her eyes overflowed with tears had an indescribable beauty.

Isilde slowly closed his heavy eyelids, freezing the scene in his eyes forever.

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For the first time, the captains of the soldiers left behind by the High King saw the female elves to whom their mission was attached, revealing their murderous side. When he had called all of Isild's retinue to kneel outside the king's tent as he had been instructed, the prince's adviser rushed out with the prince's saber in a frenzy, so fast that he had no time to stop him. Luckily, it was only the back of the knife that slashed at the elf.