"Absolutely. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info" handed the glass of water in his hand forward again, and Thranduil pretended to be serious, "Now start listening to me and drink the water." ”

Seeing that Vernoll hesitated for a moment, and finally drank the warm water from his own hand, Thranduil nodded in satisfaction.

"You rest. I just want to paint here. After caressing her shoulders and carefully adjusting the pillows, and carefully helping the frail Vernoll to lie down, Thranduil walked to the easel.

Before putting pen to paper on the drawing paper, Thranduil had been thinking for most of the day. He thought it wouldn't take much time to paint the perfect portrait of his mother in front of Vernoer. After all, the female elf in front of him made him easily untie the knot that he should not have for his mother for more than a hundred years, and also made the image of his mother blurred in his mind vivid. But he didn't expect that the picture made in one go was not the mother who was extremely clear in his mind, but the female elf lying on the bed with her eyes closed.

Looking at the elf in the portrait and then to the bed on the left, Thranduil shook his head dissatisfied. Unexpectedly, the subtle movements also attracted the female elf on the bed to raise her eyes, and there was a trace of trepidation and uneasiness in her eyes?

"What's wrong? Something is wrong with me?" Putting down the brush in his hand, Thranduil gestured as he walked over. As soon as he took a step forward, the panic in the female elf's eyes became even stronger, and he was stunned on the spot like a frightened little animal, and did not dare to move again. Thranduil only felt a cold sweat on his forehead, and he was afraid that the other party's mouth would let him out.

The Elven King's worries were completely unnecessary. In a brief moment of closing his eyes, Vernor reorganized the whole process of an escape in his mind. First using Minoan to find the cave, then deliberately opening all the anti-jamming gates, so that the Easterners waiting outside the border to receive the message, and finally the stalemate with the orcs in front of the level, all of which were considered by Vernor to be deliberately done by the Elven King. She even thought that the Elven King had prepared all the countermeasures in advance, and no matter where the orcs chose to get out from, they would walk into the trap that the Elven King had arranged long ago. How could a king with such a profound scheming and scheming not make people feel terrified? And at this time, his ability to resist was completely lost, and the king in front of him could not stop him no matter what he did. Even if he had the ability to resist, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop such a king, right? Considering the physical contact Thranduil had made with him, Vernor could not help but be terrified.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Hurriedly suppressing her panic, she pretended to be tired and said, "I feel a little tired." Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Unexpectedly, these words directly led the Elf King over.

"I'm going to the temple tomorrow, and the service won't end until the afternoon, so I don't necessarily have time to spend time with you. Is there something wrong with you?" asked the terrible king with a soft face, completely unaware that the female elf on the bed was trembling with shock as she reached behind the thin blanket. Fortunately, the hand with the huge gem went around the thin blanket and gently patted the bed. "If I'm not feeling well, I'm going to call Elrond over and have a look?"

"There's nothing uncomfortable. Just tired. Glancing at the easel not far away, Vernor tried his best to smile naturally. "If Your Majesty doesn't mind, I'll go to bed first. ”

After closing her eyes, she heard the sound of even breathing getting closer and closer, and she had to turn her face to the other side. With a long sigh, the Elven King shuffled to the easel with heavy steps.

Vernore simply couldn't sleep. Not to mention that she had slept for too long, just to notice that the Elf King was sitting on the edge of the bed not long after, she just had an indescribable sense of oppression. After several trade-offs, she still opened her eyelids, which had been trembling slightly. Then I saw the elf king holding his cheeks with a light smile, looking at himself intently.

"Are you awake? Thranduil was overjoyed and held up the painting in his hand to Vernor.

After his eyes made contact with the drawing, he immediately lit up. Vernoll glanced at Thranduil in disbelief before complimenting, "It's a great drawing." What did you draw in such a short period of time? This is ......."

"What other creature but you would put a mask on the back of the prince of the woodlands?" Thranduil turned to look affectionately at the short-haired elf, even as the other man looked at the picture intently. "Advisor to the prince eight years ago. Unfortunately, at that time, my face was facing down, and I couldn't see what you looked like, so I could only rely on my imagination. ”

"You can draw so well just by imagining, you're amazing. Did you really give it to me?" Vernor didn't dare to look at the other party at all, so he could only talk about him left and right. "It's a pity it's black and white. ”

"So I'll give it to you later. Wait for me to help you adjust the colors. By the way, I'll show you my mother. Leaning sideways to hold up another picture scroll to the side, Thranduil said proudly, "This is my mother." ”

Almost all woodland elves know the cause of Queen Orifer's death, and Vernorr is no exception. Perhaps it is the knot in the heart of the prince of the woodland to his mother, since 100 years ago, the portrait of Queen Aurifel has hardly been found in the woodland king. The last elven queen was a simple woman, most of the woodlanders had never seen her true face, and even Vernor was the first time to see the elven queen who had disappeared for more than a hundred years through a flat pattern.

The portraits of creatures constructed in black and white colors are vividly illustrated by their exquisite painting skills. Although she was a creature in a flat world, Vernor saw gentleness and softness in her face.

"The queen of Aurifel is beautiful. Your eyes resemble hers. He subconsciously turned his head to look into the other party's eyes, but was startled by the tip of his nose that was close at hand. Before he could make a backward movement, the exquisite face had already pulled away.

In fact, every cell in Thranduil's body made a cry of "sticking up", but it was suppressed by the Elven King with amazing self-control. When it comes to the enemy, he doesn't care if the bad water runs out. But it is not the style of the Elf King to treat a female creature of the same race and take advantage of her when she has no resistance power. He would rather have another hand-to-hand combat than take advantage of it.

"There will be no more beautiful creature in this world than you. Your face is covered in scars. Thranduil was hunched over the edge of the bed, looking directly at the other while trying to make his expression look solemn. Although he knew that the possibility of rejection was very high, he still asked in a serious tone, "So, can you make me love you?"

Fifteen minutes later, Elrond, who was in the king's bed in the woodland king's bedchamber and sighed at the beaded decoration at the end of the bed, finally met the owner of the magnificent bed.