Thranduil's mind was full of questions: what was wrong with that, and why did the gentle Vernoll revert to his cold form again in just one night?

In fact, Vernor's heart was not good. The thought www.biquge.info of "returning to the destiny that is about to return" and the thought of the High King, who will die in five days, disappears all emotion. She turned her head and said, "Give me five days, and I'll see you again in five days." ”

"Vernor, you really don't need to force yourself up for fear of the consequences that the woodland might face. Thranduil followed Fnorr's movements, making sure he could face her all the time: "The repossession of the Numenorian cavalry, and the fact that there are only three thousand archers in the woodland, are nothing to me. Whatever the consequences, I will not allow any creature to force or threaten you. Come back to me and let me protect you, okay?"

Sensing that the other party was slightly moved, he took one of Vernor's black-gloved hands. "Even if you sacrifice all the people of the woodland, the woodland kingdom will no longer exist, and I will not let you be harmed in any way, let alone force yourself. ”

Thranduil thought that this sentence would completely move Vernoer, but she didn't want her to quickly withdraw her hand, and took a few steps back again.

Five days later, the greatest king had fled to death in order to keep his people away from the war, and now the elven king had the idea of sacrificing all his people to protect his beloved creatures?

The great contrast between the High King and the Elven King made Vernore angry, and she was angry at her own negligence, angry at the fact that she had not taken into account the feelings of the Elven King, and had played a wrong role in seducing the supposed great king.

She blames herself for all her mistakes. In Vernor's opinion, it was his soft-heartedness that made the Elf King go in the wrong direction, and almost returned himself to his predetermined fate. Whether for the sake of the people of the woodlands or escaping a predetermined fate, she must dash Thrandil's hopes.

"Do you really think I'm being forced?" Vernore didn't know why she had to hold on to the hilt of the knife at her waist as she said these words. "Protect me? Not to mention that I am voluntary, with your current ability, how can I believe that you can protect me?

She had prepared even more vicious words, words that would definitely destroy all of Thrandeil's hopes. But as soon as he turned around and saw Thranduil, whose lips were slightly open and his arms were still heavily bandaged, his heart, which had finally turned into a stone, softened instantly. Although he kept reminding himself to stay away from fate and avoided the other party as much as possible, the words he said no longer seemed strange.

"Thrandil, please, don't do this, let me see you as great as the Most High King. Only if you are as strong as he is, all living beings will beg for your protection. What you have to do is not to sacrifice the Woodland Kingdom, but to put him at the pinnacle of power. When the time comes, let alone protect me, the identity of a woodland citizen can make other creatures dare not have any contempt for me, let alone force me. ”

In order to prevent Thranduil from realizing her soft-heartedness, she must leave as soon as possible. Throwing down the sentence "Take every woodland citizen as me, you will find that it is not difficult at all", never dared to turn back, and left the woodland barracks as if fleeing. After this, Thrandil's attitude towards his people changed dramatically. Although the noble Elven King still looked arrogant in front of the people of the woodland, and his words were still cold, any decision he made made made the Wood Elves feel the king's love.

"Are you really alright?" Holding Vernor's outstretched hand, the High King slowly walked to the ledger with her help. It was the High King's idea to ask her to go to Thranduil and make it clear, but the greatest statesman of Middle-earth at this time was not in a position to calculate how powerful love really was. All he knew was that Vernore looked very painful now, but fortunately, her eyes were still tenacious.

The High King pondered for a moment and said, "If it is really unbearable, just follow my example and compromise with fate." I can't bear to be like this. ”

"Your compromise is a great compromise for the sake of tens of thousands of Linton people. If I compromise, I will hurt a lot of living beings, and I will hurt myself. Don't worry, all I need is time. She slowed down, looked at the account in front of her, lowered her head and said quietly, "It's you." Do you really want to make a plan for five days? You know ......?"

"Hahaha. The High King let out a string of hearty laughter, as if he had not gone to a meeting to make his own death at all, but more like he had gone to a great feast. "Looks like you do need time to adjust, and your mental acuity has decreased a lot. It's all death anyway, and of course it's more worth dying. I set that day for the most important battle, in the hope that my death would lead to greater victory, and that it would be more worthwhile to die with Sauron. ”

Before entering the tent, the High King stopped. He looked worriedly at Vernor, who insisted on coming with him, afraid that the other party would lose his mind again when he saw the elven king who was present. Watching her close her eyes, raise her head and tilt her chin slightly to the side, and after taking a few deep breaths, her eyes returned to their usual tenacity. The High King nodded in satisfaction and motioned for the soldiers at the door to open the curtains.

Accompanying the High King to the meeting was requested by Vernor. She wanted the Elven King to see for himself that she had stayed in the Noldor camp of her own free will, by the High King's side. Otherwise, even she couldn't imagine what the Elven King would do. Met all the stares of the creatures in the tent, she put on the compliment and composure that the Supreme King and his entourage should have, helped the High King to the edge of his seat, and then slowly stepped aside. Serdan, who followed closely, was also supported by a female elf and sat on the seat next to the High King.

Although all the creatures in attendance knew that using the power of the Ring of Wind and Fire would cause the wielder to lose his energy temporarily, the weakness of the High King and Serdan at the moment was beyond the expectations of all living beings. Among the countless eyes full of shock, the elf king's gaffe was not so prominent.

It seems that she really volunteered. Volunteered to be the High King's personal entourage, as a way of thanking the High King for summoning the healing magic of the Wind Ring for me?But why didn't she even look at me, and how could she explain her coldness not so long ago? Something must have gone wrong!

Amid the heated discussion of tactical deployment, the Elven King began to look for all the factors that could go wrong.