Although the worried Elf King guessed the eyes of the human beings, he was so disgusted that he didn't even bother to look at it, and went straight to the inner palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Elrond maintained his usual elegance, smiling and nodding at the humans gathered not far away.

Because his steps were too fast, Thranduil, who walked into the dormitory, directly bumped into Vernor, who was dragging one leg and slowly moving outward. The female elf who fell to the ground moved directly on the spot, and skillfully dodged the elf king's hands that stretched out and intended to caress her with her head slumped.

"Please Your Majesty don't make me an elf without faith. Although her movements were complimented to the extreme, her voice carried a strange chill and fear. "My dearest relatives are being blessed by the gods in Valinor, and I ask Your Majesty to reserve the opportunity to thank the gods. ”

The rejected elf king withdrew his hand and said coldly to the maids standing beside him, "Help her to the bed." ”

To his surprise, after settling down Vernoer, all the maids did not wait for the show, as if they had discussed, secretly looked at the expression of the elf king, and retreated together.

Could it be that my expression is really terrible now? Even the elf on the bed is too scared to look at her?" Thranduil pursed her lips, adjusted her tense face slightly, and stepped forward to take Vernor's hand.

"I have withdrawn the order to burn down the sacrificial hall. He increased the strength of his hand until he imprisoned the other man's hand in his palm. "Why do you beg for me? Why are you afraid of me when you come back? You know that I will say yes to whatever you say, and I will find a way to give you whatever you want. ”

It seemed like a long time before Vernor lifted his head, which had been lowered. After looking up and down the male elf in front of her for a long time with her watery eyes, she still didn't find anything with royal significance in the elf king who didn't have time to change out of his sacrificial clothes. In the process, my inner thoughts almost blurted out several times, and my lips couldn't help but tremble slightly. Fortunately, she only needed to move her gaze slightly, and she could see the "Thousand Bird Feathers" curtain behind the Elven King.

Vernore did not know that this painting was made of feathers of various birds, and it was possible to see how many gold coins were needed to buy the different colored drapery. But she knew that even if she was as wealthy as a dwarven queen, she only had a robe made of the same material. The feathered robe of the dwarven queen was widely spread as "the best costume in Middle-earth", and the dormitory where she lived actually used such a precious cloth as a curtain. This is not only a sign of the illustrious royal power, but also a representation of the terrible wealth that has been gathered under this royal power.

And more than the curtains! As her gaze moved, she easily captured more items that could prove her royal power. At this moment, she even thanked the original owner of the dormitory for his elegant style and meticulous arrangement. Understated luxury, the flawless round decoration on each chair, which is half the size of a palm, is sprinkled with a rainbow of halos – a luster unique to deep-sea pearls.

Who else but a great king who never served his wealth could enjoy such a life in peace? Vernor's mouth stopped trembling and turned into a slightly upturned arc.

"Reverence for Your Majesty is because of your greatness. Every woodland elf prides themselves on having a genuine sense of awe for you, and I'm no exception. Feeling her hand clenched a little tighter, she simply gave up the struggle and smiled at the male elf in front of her. "Thank you for your kindness to me, but your majesty can't give me what I want. Don't mention it. ”

"I own the largest forest in Middle-earth, what I can't give?" Thranduil replied with a solemn look as he placed a hand on Vernor's shoulder. "Even if you want the status of the Woodland Kingdom to be side by side with me, give me some time, and I can give it to you. I'll just give it to you too. ”

The subtle but bold statement of the Woodland Kingdom alongside the Elven King provoked a chuckle from Vernor. "Your Majesty is saying that because of me, there will be no other girl spirit in the woodland who is side by side with you, and if the wood elves find out, I am afraid that they will immediately send me to the Temple of Mandus. Does Your Majesty really want to drive me to death?"

Thranduil was just about to say, "You know that I don't want you to be hurt in the slightest", but when she saw the scars on her body, she couldn't help but blush. Wasn't it because of a damn decision on his own? He half-crouched on the edge of the bed, begging, "Tell me what I want." I'll always have a way for you?"

"All I want is a free life away from politics. But Your Majesty can't give it to me. Could it be ......" Vernor deliberately straightened up and approached the Elven King, and this action really made Thranduil slightly stunned, and he also let go of his hand. After quietly withdrawing her hand, she said slowly, "Is Your Majesty willing to grant me freedom now?"

"Of course not!" Thrandeil was provoked to his feet. Finding that this action alone made Vernoll look at himself secretly with a slightly frightened look, and he slowed down his voice again. "Give me some time. If one day in the future, I can give you what you want, will you accept letting me live freely with you?"

This is the last thing Vernor wants to hear.

An elven king with eternal life can never live freely unless he renounces his mission. What would have become of the Woodland Kingdom without Thrandil, Vernor knew all too well. There was no elf in the whole woodland, or even in all of Middle-earth, more than Thranduil. And this natural king actually had an idea that I shouldn't have because of me!

"No!" she turned her head away in anger, not wanting to look at the male elf in front of her again. "Thrandil, I'm so sorry. I don't want or disdain anything to cross paths with a creature who has abandoned his mission. So anyone can, only you can't. If you don't quite understand what this means, to put it more bluntly, creatures who abandon their mission don't seem to me to be worthy of love from any living being. ”

Disgusted with power, but unable to accept the king who gave up his mission, this question seems to be unsolvable?Thranduil crossed his hands into his blonde hair irritably, and the feeling of a splitting headache made the vertical lines between his eyebrows deeper, but it softened the female elf's heart, which had finally hardened.

"Thrandil, you should get to know more female elves of your stature. In this way, you will find that the female elf in your heart is really very ordinary, so ordinary that even in terms of height, she is inferior to all the high elves. Struggling to move his less agile body, Vernor touched Thrandil's arm lightly with his shoulder. "I'll accompany you, and I'll accompany you to find the most suitable elf to be the queen of the woodland, more beautiful than Avril. Okay?"