"Vernor, don't make a fuss. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "did not dare to reach out and pull, and walked quickly around to Fnorr's side with his arms slightly open, and cautiously approached while persuading: "I didn't agree! And you have to borrow strength to walk, and I won't agree! Without me pulling out the guards for you, can you walk back to the woodland on your own?"

"I can ride a horse, I can ride. Vernor was determined, and simply confronted the elven king who blocked his way: "Whether you agree or not, even if I climb, I will leave this place that has made me a source of trouble." ”

Is this the case for all female beings?

Thranduil felt like crying. But he didn't have the idea of throwing away his sleeves at all, only feeling palpitations. Seeing that Vernor's eyes were so cold that there was no trace of emotion, his heart palpitated and at the same time he was a little more annoyed.

Thurandier, you should never have knocked Elrond and knocked the ship king at the same time. If it's just one thing, or if you can still think of a way to get Vernor to forgive you, if the two things add up, Vera can't save you. Do you really want to send her back to the woodland with your own hands?

Thinking that the Dwarven soldiers could only be temporarily transferred to help escort the car, Thranduil immediately dispelled the idea.

The dwarves are not of my race, so they may not be able to take good care of her. And let the dwarves escort her, who knows what will happen halfway, and it is better to expect the dwarves to protect her than her own life, rather than to count on Sauron to convert to Eru. No, you have to find a way to keep her!

With the phrase "You let me think first" to buy time to think, Thranduil admonished himself to calm down and began to think about what Vernoll had just said. Soon, he found the loophole.

"Don't be misled by the ridiculous morality of the wise!"

With a profound gesture and a serious tone that was not easy to make, this sentence really made Vernoll froze. Thranduil hurriedly seized the opportunity to suggest: "You sit down first, and I'll tell you slowly?"

As soon as the hand that reached out to support the other party touched the robe, Vernorr avoided it.

"Is there any doubt about the character of a wise man?"

Furnor, who looked even more angry, even gently pushed away the approaching elf king, and was about to leave by holding on to the wall and lifting his legs. This action completely burned out Thrandil's already extremely scarce patience. With a movement that was not at all soft, he pushed Vernor against the wall, and Thranduil said sharply: "I do not doubt Elrond's character, but I do not agree with his moral values! Yes, it is common to elves to blame themselves for everything, and this is even more thorough in the wise man, and you seem to have suffered a lot. So the failure of the human emperor is thought that his mentor has not done well, and you think that it is a word you have said to the elven king, and you also think that all the bad things that happen to the creatures who come into contact with you are due to you, and that you are the source of the disaster? You're ridiculously wrong and take yourself too seriously!"

The Elven King, who had won the victory in momentum, put his face closer, and smiled proudly on Vernor's lips: "If all disasters have to be traced back to the source, the real source of disasters is not you, not the sufferers themselves, not me, but Iluvita! If the Creator God does not create all this, where is the bad and where is the disaster? As a child of the Creator God, what qualifications do you have to blame yourself for Iluvita? Instead of Iru, don't you think you are too important?"

Vernor's eyes widened when his ideas were completely subverted, and he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't do anything. Taking advantage of this brief gap, Thranduil carefully examined the face around him.

The distance was so close that Thranduil's eyelashes could touch each other in the blink of an eye. Best of all, it's definitely not a dream. Although Vernore, who was immersed in thought, was slow to react, the faint sound of her breathing and the faint smell of grass and green on her body all showed the truth, and all of them teased Thrandil's mind.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to see Okpa's image, the magic that floated on the surface of the eyeball would have been seen through by Thranduil at such a close distance. But at such a close distance, Vernor hadn't come back to his senses to resist, so how could Thranduil allow a rare opportunity for the destruction of the image of a disgusted creature?

Silently making a swallowing motion, Thranduil withdrew the greedy gaze that had been lingering on the corner of Vernor's mouth. Before turning the action of pushing and pressing into a standing hug, he encouraged himself: When I don't have a chance, I dream of it, do I have to give up now that I have such a good opportunity? Even if she refuses to slap her, it's just starting all over again.

So, he moved the hands that were gently pressing on the other party's shoulders to Ying Yingyi's waist, and quickly hugged him while leaning on his body. When the thin pink lips landed in front of the corners of Vernor's mouth, Thranduil closed her eyes in great satisfaction.

Vernore is not a child who grew up under the protection of his parents, nor is he a creature who is easily confused by the elven king's glossy appearance. Even though she was shocked by Thrandil's theory of the origin of the Creator, her mind was pulled back to reality by the wetness at the corners of her mouth. Looking at Thrandil, whose eyelids were constantly trembling on the side of his face and his body was getting closer and closer to him, Vernor's eyes were filled with tears. She really responded with a slap from the other party, and five red fingerprints immediately appeared on Thranduil's face.

"You have insulted not only me, but my faith!" she said with a twitch at the corners of her mouth, and with red eyes and a limp, she pushed Thrandil, who was completely blocked, and then shouted at him, "Get out!"

Iluvita is the reason for the existence of all elves, and the value of Vernor's existence. Iluvita, who was flaunted by her own code of conduct, became the "root of all evil" in Thrandil's mouth, and Vernore could not bear it. What's more, the creatures who attack their beliefs also do things that violate themselves.

Seeing that the elf king, who was still facing sideways, gritted his teeth, Fenor, who swore to defend his faith to the death, shouted again without fear: "Get out of my sight!"

The arrogant Serlandil couldn't help it, and immediately turned away. With a dull sound as the door was slammed shut, Vernor slumped to the ground.

She knew that it was too much to treat her king, as if she had treated Thrandil, who was supported by arrogance. But she only had heartache and didn't think her actions were wrong. Without Illuvita there would be no spirits, and there would be no wind and rain, no light and no justice. The purpose of the existence of the spirit as a creator is to chase the creator, to question or accuse the creator of the creator in her opinion, and there is no doubt about Sauron. The only difference is that Thrandil's accusations against the Creator stem from her self-reproach, while Sauron's actions are driven to destroy all the good that the Creator has created.

At this moment, Vernor thought of moving away from Thrandil.