The old man received an unimaginably privileged life and was well cared for by Vernor. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info when he was dying, he was deeply happy and took Vernoer's hand to confess his last words. "If it all started with the hug I gave you, then pass it on. I don't know why elves are so reluctant to close contact, but I want you to give hugs to those who need them most. ”

Thrandil, who is less than 200 years old, unable to escape the fate of the royal family, and who fights non-stop but still sticks to the front line of the battle, is the creature who needs to be embraced the most in the eyes of Vernor. She quickly changed into her helmet and walked to the front line of battle, but hesitated when she saw the improvised tent standing next to the barrier.

Although Isild, the son of the High King, led the reinforcements to replace all the forest elves, and the pressure of the war was greatly reduced by the existence of the barrier, who could ensure that the battle would not change in an instant?

"Advisor to the King, it's good to see you. Elrond, who came out of nowhere, walked over and raised an eyebrow at her. "You ought to have seen Thranduil resting in a broken tent. I expect his left arm to be healed tomorrow, so if you go and see him, he will be healed today. ”

"You are right, great wise man. Vernor took a step forward and said to Elrond with a smile, "Now it seems that among the elves who have been staying in the rear and have not made any efforts, only an idler like me can give him some spiritual encouragement." ”

Thranduil didn't know anything, but felt that the camp was very depressing.

No, no, it can't even be called a tent, it's not as big as Vernor's bed. Thranduil, whose mind was beginning to empty, slumped heavily on the cushion, his eyelids drooping even though the sand beneath the cushion made him feel uncomfortable.

He didn't really sleep. Under the noise of the battle and the intention to enter the battle at any time, he just gave his body and mind a moment of rest, and naturally heard the sound of footsteps outside the tent. He was too tired to move, and struggled to open his eyes and look. The elf, who had wanted to drink at the most dangerous moment, walked in, walked up to him without hesitation, half-crouched down, and wrapped his arms around him.

Thranduil had received this feeling from his mother in 150 years, and a few months earlier, he had often received it from his father. When he came to Kurome and saw the crystal pen, he thought he would lose that feeling forever. But now, he actually got it!

What a beautiful and noble elf, what a rich forest, now Thranduil just wants to never lose this feeling again. He returned the hug with the only right arm he could control, and said calmly: "You should go back to the king's tent and wait for me, it's too dangerous here, and it's not good for your leg injury." ”

Without imaginary rebellion, nor did he hear the glorious words of the king, such as "I will fight side by side with you", Vernor's actions made Thranduil discover a new side of her.

Fnorr, who had fought to get out at the same time as he found that he was being hugged by the back, bowed his head slightly, "I'll go back, Your Majesty." Empathizing with Thrandil's pain, she said in a slightly choked voice, "I will beg for your protection in the king's tent, like all the elves in the rear." Please take care of yourself so that you can protect us. ”

When the time is right, the strength is weak, so that Thranduil wants to immediately step forward and hug her and never let go. But think back to what she said, "I don't expect anything from you, so you can't hurt me by doing anything." "Thranduil intends to fix this first.

He regained his indifferent expression and said to Vernoer in a deep voice that a king should have: "Vernor, you still don't understand that you are my only relative. Or rather, you're the only person I can talk to honestly. I don't want to hear you say anything that doesn't expect anything from me, it's a contempt for the strong. Unless, you never think I'm strong. ”

"I beg your forgiveness for my inappropriate words and deeds, Your Majesty. She looked up at Thranduil on her knees, revealing the purple marks on her neck that had not yet fully faded. "From now on, I have expectations for you. Looking forward to your blessing and your help. ”

All kings love the satisfaction of sheltering other beings, and Thrandel is no exception. He felt his body regain some strength and his mind clearer. If it weren't for the closest thing to the enemy, Thranduil would have kept Vernor by his side, even if it was just for a chat. But the sound of weapons clashing was loud again.

"Go back, Vernor. You'll soon wait for me to triumph. Seeing her go until he couldn't see her, Thranduil hid in his tent and patted his head to make sure his mind was clear enough, and he returned to the battlefield to stand beside Isild.

"Oh my God, Thranduil, you really need to rest. Don't forget that it's your turn to play in the evening. Swiftly dealing with an orc who tried to rush up, Isild couldn't hide his complaints. But when his eyes swept to Thrandil, he was stunned for a moment. "How do you look refreshed? Did you just see Illuvita?"

"Almost!" Thranduil smiled, completely ignoring the enemies around him. Anyway, Isild seemed to be killing with joy. He watched intently at the enemy's formation, frowning at the strong orcs who only knew how to kill without any thinking.

"I love your orc wall, it's a work of art!" Isild said with a sly smile and triumphantly, "I'm going to wait until I get all my soldiers behind the orc wall, and only let our archers fire their arrows behind the wall." It's your turn to have a good dinner, and it's almost your turn. ”

A trench composed of the corpses of the enemy, in addition to protecting the army, can more or less deter the enemy. The barrier built with flesh and blood forcibly in front of the black gate did not allow the enemy to dare to get too close. What's more, the enemy is a simple and stupid creature in terms of intelligence.

"You're so beautiful. Thranduil snorted coldly and muttered, "Maybe in a few days your father will ask me to tear down that wall." ”

"What did you say?" Isild gasped as he put one hand on Thrandier's shoulder and kicked away an enemy, gasping for breath. You and him won't have anything other than friendship, right? At a time like this, the alliance must be united in the end. I said......"