Isild entered Thrandil's tent with his mentor, and said "This is the mentor of that aspect," and immediately ran away with the soles of his feet smeared with oil. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What the hell is this kid today?Thranduil glanced at the male elf standing respectfully to the side, who seemed to be looking very positive. He took a painting handed to him by the male elf, and after only one glance, waves began to churn in his blue eyes.

"This ...... Belch...... A male elf with no clothes on. Actually, I know what it's like. ”

The Mentor remembered a joke that had been circulating in the barracks - King Aurifel had finally possessed a gift from God after three hundred years (hint: the elves saw their children as a gift from God). ）。 He intends to get straight to the point and end the lecture quickly. After handing over a picture of a female elf, her big blue eyes widened suddenly.

The instructor's steady and deep voice rang out. "Then you don't know what a female elf looks like. I have been commanded by the High King to teach you what you and the future queen must know. So that you can get the gift of God earlier. I wonder if you have time right now?"

"There's time, there's time!" said Thranduil, whose cheeks were flushed, without thinking about it, when he heard the word future queen. With a rare respectful attitude, he invited the tutor to take a seat, and the herald put down everything in the afternoon, and called three teams of the king to guard outside the tent, and then sat down opposite the tutor unnaturally. For the next few hours, his big eyes widened from time to time, and the red glow on his face never went down. So much so that the mentor kept shaking his head as he left: Who said that the king of the forest was terrible?

"That's all I can say today, but that's pretty much it. The mentor, who had drunk three full bottles of the Forest King's special red wine, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and closed the illustrated books that the Noldor Supreme Royal Family had secretly borrowed. "That's right...... You must remember that if the other person does not agree or is not happy in the slightest, the coercion can make the other person disappear. ”

Thorlandil remembered hearing Anarion mention the elves in the dust, and his hand holding the glass shook. "Then, if the other party has other elves in her eyes, even if she wants to, can't she?"

The tutor frowned slightly, obviously he had never encountered such a problem. He lamented that the king's vision was beyond ordinary beings, and he even asked such strange questions, while thinking about his words. "Elves are a holy race and can only have one companion in their lifetime. The other party already has other elves in his eyes, so naturally he already has a partner. The question you asked, as far as I know, cannot be answered. If you're sure to get an answer, try talking to Iluvita?"

But these words drifted into Thrandil's ears, and soon became a different meaning. She's trying to protect herself, reminding me that she's probably going to die! Why is she so stupid? Even if she can't, it's enough to have you by her side.

Sending the mentor away, Thranduil immediately confessed, "What about my advisor, give you half an hour, I must see her in half an hour." ”

Half an hour later, Vernor, who was so drunk that he was helped in by two female elves, appeared in front of him. Hearing that she had drunk a full half barrel of wine, Thranduil ......confirmed her suspicion even more! I'm in a bad mood and drink too much.

Knowing Thrandil's account for Dewen, Vernorr immediately sought out Edmund. "Before coming here, the wine that our city guards drank was said not to be drunk by a ten-year-old child?

"How could you want such wine?" Edmund's generosity surprised the elves present in the face of a wealthy treasury and an advisor who exchanged a gem for equipment worth more than 20 times. "That wine doesn't taste good at all, if you want to drink it, I'll go to the library and bring you the best wine." ”

"No, I want that wine. Sitting down at the barbecue, Vernor said in an unquestioning tone, "Bring me a barrel of wine like that." ”

Edmund was a little embarrassed. The current wine in the woodland is carefully brewed, and there is nowhere to find bad wine. Seeing the serious look on the consultant's face, he had no choice but to quietly ask the attendant to mix the worst wine with a lot of water, gather a bucket and send it over. Watching the advisor drink cup after cup without even frowning, Edmund sighed in his heart: The advisor is just an ordinary elf, although he is wise, he doesn't know anything about wine.

Vernor had other plans. After the Expulsion of the Black Gate, Sauron no longer sent the orcs as the main attack team, but let the orcs take the place of the orcs. Then the previous owner of the Hollow Saber, the orc leader Hammidon, should also appear, and she must get permission from the King of the Forest to join the Noldor Legion as soon as possible. A plan that kills two birds with one stone immediately comes to mind. The plan was so perfect that she began to hate her own mind, but it was necessary to escape her fate or find the true cause of Okpa's death.

But wouldn't it hurt Thrandel too much? Even if it is impossible to betray his faith, and it is impossible to let Okpa be injured and die in vain, it is necessary to make Thranduil's pain worse than short-term pain. She opened her mouth and drank a full glass of wine as fast as she could.

Half a barrel of bad wine was in his stomach, and the extremely sober Furnoer was helped back to the king's tent. The Elven King, who had just received his new knowledge, suddenly became a little at a loss. He looked at the elf slumped to the side, and tentatively reached out to help her remove her mask. Unexpectedly, when he first touched the mask, the other party let out a charming chuckle, and a straight waist actually fell into his arms.

"...... Vernor" trembled even to himself. I clearly told myself that I couldn't do this, but my hands that didn't obey the call still trembled slightly. As soon as it touched her slender waist, all reason was thrown to Valinor. Wanting to hold her thin waist tightly, but fearing that the strength would hurt the other party, he turned sideways, and when his broad chest was enough to support the crumbling body in his arms, he finally reached out and undid her mask.