Tell him that he was born because of the intersection of his elders in the past, and he had an unspeakable identity as a woodland princess?

Tell him that he received the jewelry for his future daughter-in-law from King Ou in 19. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf nothing else, in his year of adulthood, I will be his wife?

Tell him again, I should have been the princess of the woodland, and I took into account the concerns of King Ou and myself, and broke through the palace's defenses to see you. And then finally made up your mind to get rid of this identity, and finally drew a line with you with great difficulty, and got a real free body?

Finally, tell him that the rebellion against fate directly destroyed the wood elves who helped him. So, I can't and can't go back to my original destiny and make Okpa's demise meaningless?

Vernore knew very well how much pain it would cause Thrandil to speak out. The items that should belong to her are recklessly lost, and even ordinary beings will feel lost and sad, let alone the elf king? What's even more terrifying is that she knows some of the elf king's feelings for her. Telling the truth doesn't change the established facts, and it doesn't do any good except to make the Elf King suffer. There is no need to let the unchangeable past only add to the king's troubles.

The past may be worth recalling, but the past that will only bring him pain should not be recalled.

It wasn't until Vernor was ready to make plans that he found that the Elf King's hand had pinched his chin at some point. The weakened king had little strength to pull the thinking elf right in front of him. A gloomy look of anticipation shot out of her reddened eyes and hit her in the face. The pale thin lips in front of him were soft, and every word was spoken firmly and slowly.

"Tell me, you went because you value the prince. Tell me you liked him back then!" Thranduil, who tried to overwhelm the other party with all his strength, finally succeeded in saying this. He was disappointed when he panted and stared directly at the other party, ready to wait for a tacit or evasive response.

As the flickering eyes also became firm, the chin in his hand was out of his control with a slight turn. As if nothing had happened just now, the female elf who had been pinned all her hopes on looked calm.

"The 20-year-old prince Yuxue is cute, who doesn't like it?" Very calmly helped the elf king put down his hand that was still stretched out in the air, and Vernoer said lightly: "You were very young at the time, you must not remember." That time, I went with my father to visit King Ou, and King Ou happened to be holding you. You were very cute at that time, so I couldn't help but touch your face, and King Ou said a few words to me quite unhappily. It's not what you think, you have to break through the defenses to see you. ”

"Is it really just what you say?" Thranduil stared at Vernorr unwillingly, making a final fight with a question that he felt powerless. "My father didn't like to introduce my young me to strange creatures. ”

"The king of Europe does not like it, but my father and your father have been in contact with you in Doriath. I believe that my father is not a strange creature to King Ou. Knowing that his composure would inevitably be dismantled, Vernor hurriedly changed the subject. "Nearly two hundred years have passed, and there are too many details that I don't remember. Let's talk about something else. By the way, you owe a lot of Wood Elf coming-of-age rites. ”

As she spoke, she pulled out a painting from the scroll, and bloomed in front of the Elven King with some pompous movements.

"They all came of age two months ago. You promise to attend all the Wood Elves' rites of passage within a hundred years, and complete the rite of passage for them yourself. Hiding behind the scroll held high, Vernoll could finally breathe a sigh of relief. While lamenting the danger, she deliberately made her tone have a hint of banter. "What Your Majesty has said counts. Don't let the adult elves miss the opportunity to have your hair braided by you because you're out on the road. ”

"Hmm. Go back and replenish them. The somewhat desperate Elven King glanced at the Wood Elves on the scroll twice, and closed his eyes tiredly—the brief encounter just now not only consumed his remaining strength, but also drained his mind. This time, he was really tired.

"Do you know how to braid your hair?

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he didn't wait for a response, and Vernoer, who was hiding behind the scroll, lightly put away the scroll and stepped aside. That night, Thranduil, who had been in a daze, saw a lot of living things. There's Okpa, there's Orifer, and even Geim, who he doesn't know what he looks like. Of course, the other creatures were ethereal, and only in a trance I saw that Vernoer, who was staring at the brazier in a daze, was so real that it was within reach.

Is it really within reach? He knew it was just a beautiful dream. As his stiff eyelids limply closed, he turned his head sideways and let the tears run down the corners of his eyes.

Vernor believes that this step will soon lead to a state that everyone is satisfied with. She really couldn't think of a reason for the elf king who had been hit hard to find a reason to continue to persevere, and she believed that he would definitely give up this feeling that was completely impossible. Considering that the frustrated Elven King would no longer give herself a good face in the future, she looked at Thrandil, who was still asleep, when the sky was just white, and walked out lightly.

The fainting sensation of a sleepless night made her eyes glow a faint red. Even though his mind was slightly sluggish due to discomfort, Vernor knew he wouldn't have much time to rest. The king who goes out on the expedition will begin to inquire about the situation in the country today, and she needs to be clear enough to deal with the king's inquiries.

It's time to wake up.

"It snowed all night last night?" she asked, tilting her head to the few Wood Elf attendants who were resting in the outer hall waiting to be summoned.

"Hmm. We snuck out to see it last night. The young elf, who was less than two hundred years old, was very excited, and while arranging his slightly wrinkled robes, he replied with a smile: "I have never seen such a thick layer of snow in the forest before. Even in the past few years, when the trees have been zeroed, the snow is not as thick as here. ”

Vernorr could understand their feelings. Every elf who grows up in the Great Green Forest rarely sees a snow-white world without a trace. This is because when the forest is in full bloom, the foliage that covers the sky will prevent the snow from flowing into the earth's arms. Even when the snow is at its highest, the snow that is crammed into the grass quickly turns into water stains and becomes the throat slurry of the forest.