Melandiel's face became more and more ugly. The www.biquge.info would love to see the Elven King now, reminding him not to risk the safety of the people of Gondor, and that it would be best to wait for the Emperor to return before taking action against Mordor. However, due to Thrandil's not very good temper, King Gondor did not agree to the proposal to let the squires go first.

"You have said that you are not allowed to disturb any living beings, and you are still going to help me pass it? Knowing that the squires were worried about themselves, Merandil couldn't bear to be treated by the Elven King Thunder for their own reasons. After softening his face a bit, King Gondor pretended not to care and said, "It's not urgent. You put your chair to the door, and I'll wait by the door. ”

Thankfully, Nader didn't make Merendil wait too long.

King Gondor had guessed correctly, Nader had indeed come to talk to Thrandeil. In the entire war zone, except for the Elven King, Nader could not find a second object of complaint. As soon as the dwarven Nader said that the harvest of the battle would be all the spoils of Mordor, the cheers of the dwarven generals and soldiers made him even more glaring. Nader, who had a headache at the sight of them, would rather suffocate to death than see the dwarves at this time.

Come to think of it, the most familiar and able to speak is the king of the woodlands.

"The world says that the king is good, and he has a lot of power and money. Nader, who was slightly drunk, opened with this sentence, shaking his wine glass and smiling at the elf king who had just returned: "But who knows that the king is the most aggrieved existence?"

Thranduil, whose nose was so sore that he was unconscious, glanced at the dwarven king who was reclining on his bed, and while despying the other party's unkindness in his heart, he responded: "You are wrong! Only qualified kings are wronged, but unqualified kings...... If you are wronged, the whole world will not be wronged. ”

"This kind of king is finished in less than a year! Either he is ousted by his people or he is overridden by officials. Sitting up on the bed in great irritation, Nader raised the bottle in his hand and called out to the elven king, "Come, make a bottle for the king who has wronged him!"

I'm still aggrieved!" Thranduil laughed twice, pushed away the wine glass handed by the attendant, and picked up the wine bottle on the side of the glass. In response to Nader with the act of holding the bottle aloft, he confessed to his attendants, "Bring in the barrels." Go to the door and keep watch, and no living creature will come in and disturb you. ”

By the time the squire turned to leave, Thranduil was already seated beside Nader. He raised his eyebrows and teased with sparkling eyes: "Where is a bottle enough? His Majesty Gushan gave up the glory he wanted most because of the preferences of his relatives and officials and generals. If you don't respect a barrel of wine, how can you be worthy of it?"

"Original...... You know that. With the squire gone, Nader's cynical look on his face turned to loss. He lowered his head, unconsciously wrapped his fingertips around the mouth of the bottle, and muttered in a low voice, "They'll think I'm happy too, right? ”

Concerned about the feelings of his subjects, and taking into account the thoughts of his relatives, is he not only willing to give up the glory he wants, and choose the wealth they want? Even if the result cannot be changed, and according to his own inertia of concern for others, he will not change it, so he can only pretend to be as happy as them, otherwise it will not be in vain to make others troubled? Thranduil knew this very well, which is why he let Vernoer leave with a pretense of indifference. Therefore, even when he found out that Nader was not pretending to be very good, out of the disguise now, he still laughed with tears in his eyes: "Yes, yes, you have only been king for three years, and you are still the king who went out a few months after taking the throne." Being able to pretend to be like this is a perfect score. ”

Nader smiled bitterly and touched the bottle with Thranduil, poured most of the bottle into it, and then wiped his mouth and said: "Although I know that this is the right thing to do, what should I do if I feel uncomfortable? I obviously want to lose my temper and scold them for being useless -- the lonely mountain is so full that even the iron gates are crowded with dozens of treasury are not enough, and they have to give up glory for the sake of wealth that only changes in numbers? Even I have to pretend to be happy when I feel uncomfortable as a king!"

"It's the innate nature of dwarves, just like elves can't get rid of their mission to protect the world. Your dwarves will be tempted by the riches in front of you and ignore the glory you want most. My elf......" Vernor's figure flashed before his eyes, stirring Thrandil's already somewhat blurred vision even more sparkling. He hurriedly buried his face in the soft mattress with a lying posture on the bed, raised his voice and sneered: "My elf's nature of tolerating others and harsh themselves makes me angry and wronged, but it also makes my heart ache and move. ”

"Hahaha. It turns out that I am not alone, and I am as great as Thrandir is also wronged. Nader, who was half-seated, instantly felt a sense of relief that he was "sympathetic to his fate". He proudly patted the elf king who was lying down beside him, his expression suddenly froze, and he asked solemnly: "No, no, it's nature, why aren't you and I driven by nature?"

"Are you complimenting me for not being selfless like the average elf, for knowing how to care about my feelings? Congratulations, you're right, I consider myself the most selfish king in all of Middle-earth. Blocking Nader's hand with his backhand, Thranduil turned his face to the other side and said, "How is it possible to break through nature? If you really break through nature, how can you have the mentality of 'at least get wealth'? How can I love and hate the kindness of the elves? I want glory rather than wealth, but because you were born in the Lonely Mountain, the finances of the Lonely Mountain are so strong that no country can compare to it! Nader, who grew up in the pile of gold, would have been tired of those things that flashed his eyes if he were not a dwarf. As for my selfishness, it is because the elves are more tolerant and caring for other races, but they are extremely strict with their own race. At the end of the day, we've just become less pure elves and dwarves because of certain experiences. But he still didn't jump out of his racial nature. ”

"Makes sense. I seem to have been bothered with the gold of the place for as long as I can remember, and it would be good if all of it could be used according to my temper!As for you, most of you are, 'Anyway, all the elves are caring for others, so why don't you add that help, and give all the love to the elves around you?'" Nader continued to return to his drunken mind, and not only did he not mind the elven king blocking his hand, but instead took advantage of the situation to lean half of his body on Thrandil's back. Sensing that the elf under him was moving slightly, he didn't bother to pay attention to it. After burping through the smell of alcohol, he muttered, "Come and share your disguise experience." ”

This guy wants to comfort himself with the more painful experience of others?

Considering that Nader's grievances were all due to his own opening of his mouth, and the calculation of the other party by the nature of the dwarves, Thranduil stopped all movements. He turned to Nader and said, "My disguise, how can I disguise! I'm afraid that she won't be able to leave the fashion, and I don't even have the courage to send her." I had to show that I didn't care about her or not! Sometimes the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became. Why is it so difficult for ordinary beings to have at their fingertips, even things that are not worth mentioning at all?"