Surprise, naturally, because the female elves around her did not have the slightest reaction to mental trauma, and the pain was naturally because she couldn't let go of her mother who eventually died!

The best healer in Middle-earth quickly shifted the focus of his treatment to the Elven King. www.biquge.info long mindset of treating patients as relatives made it impossible for him to ignore Thranduil's pain, even if it was only spiritual.

"Can you tell me why?" replaced the smile with a serious look, Elrond patiently explained. "Why can you be so indifferent? I think...... You should know how all the rescued female elves will react, and even human women are not all able to get rid of the tragic memories and return to normal life. Why are you different from her?"

"Absolutely. Actually, if you don't ask, I want to tell you. Perhaps my experience can inspire the best healers to help more poor beings. Still smiling faintly, the short-haired female elf gently lifted her lips and tugged at the scars on her face. "Because it's not the first time for me. In the year 3286 of the Second Era, I was imprisoned by orcs for a month. ”

Elrond could clearly see that the drapery that was still shaking just now had stopped. However, he was completely attracted to the content of the female elf's words.

Elrond, who had always been elegant, took a step closer to the bedside and asked with some excitement, "Can you still remember how the orcs tortured the elves?" I swear, I don't want you to remember the painful past, I just want to find a way to heal the wounds of the soul from Oakes's behavior towards the aliens. Although I have come into contact with many creatures who have the same elves as you, their sanity has been completely shattered, and it is difficult to communicate normally. ”

"So, the great wise man never knew what 'inhumane' torture looked like, so there was no way to prescribe the right medicine?" Vernor smiled slightly, and repeatedly confirmed that there were no other female spirits in the dormitory, before he sighed and said, "This captivity is much better for me than in 3286 A.D. because of the short time. Last time, I was taken captive with more than thirty elves with me. I was imprisoned with a Nando female elf (a race of elves and a high elf). You know, the High Elves are more self-healing than the average Elf, so Nando Elf and I have not died under the daily torture and stabbing, and the other elves who have been taken captive have left their bodies behind in endless torture to go to the Temple of Mandus in the second week of their orc cages. ”

At about the same time, she and Elrond sang the elven race's farewell ballad. It wasn't until the loud and empty music completely disappeared from his ears that Vernorr closed his eyes and said slowly: "The orcs have taken a great interest in me and the Nando elves, and they are curious about the self-healing power of the High Elves, cutting the wounds on our bodies that have begun to heal, and putting in all the liquid or dirt they think is dirty. ”

"Finding that the trauma is not too harmful to us, the orcs have become interested in the faint light that comes with our bodies. On the last day, they somewhere got a monster with fangs and legs that looked like a small snake. I heard them discussing in orc language to put this monster that could devour the light around us into our bodies to see if the light of the High Elves would be consumed by it. The monster seemed to be interested in blood, and it was put into the wound on our arm, gnawing along the arm all the way to the shoulder and from the shoulder to the heart. The Nando elf died from being pierced through the chest by a monster. And I'm ......"

She subconsciously turned her neck to look at her left shoulder, and actually showed a bleak smile. "That day was similar to now, my hands were tied and I couldn't struggle. I had to bite it out with my teeth when the monster bit me on the shoulder. ”

Elrond saw a female elf tied up in front of him. She calmly looked at her shoulder, and when she noticed a slight protrusion in the muscles on her left shoulder, she decisively lowered her head and pressed it over. When she looked up again, she had her own flesh and a strange animal that had been bitten to death in her blood-soaked mouth.

The healer, who had seen all kinds of wounds, couldn't help but shake his body. Fortunately, his thinking was not affected, and he coughed a few times in time to cover up the whimper coming from the other side of the curtain, and what could be heard was a whimper from biting his lip.

Thranduil couldn't describe how he was feeling at the moment.

After his heartache over what Vernorr had endured, he was shocked by his resilience, but his resentment towards his mother deepened. In his opinion, it was Vernor's calm and strong self-preservation that made Queen Aurefel more vulnerable. At this time, Thranduil seemed to have two different selves talking in her heart. One is saying, "Go over and embrace the strength you want most," while the other is saying, "Leave the creature that made you hate your mother even more."

It seems to know that the elven king is being torn apart by two thoughts, or maybe it is purely curious. Elrond's question gave Thrandeil a glimmer of hope in the midst of her torment.

"Haven't you been bothered by the unbearable experience since you were rescued?" said Elrond's tone of disbelief. In order to make sure that the other party would understand it completely, he added another sentence. "You must know that after all the female elves are rescued, they all assume that the opposite sex is the Oaks who tortured them. How do you heal the wounds in an instant?"

"What are you talking about, great wise man?" Perhaps because he still had the scars on his face when he spoke, Vernor's words were somewhat intonal. "I'm an ordinary elf who has no powerful magic, and I haven't seen the Twin Sacred Trees, so how can I not be bothered by those experiences? Like all female elves, I refused to see all the opposite sex after I was rescued. As soon as I feel the presence of a creature of the opposite sex, I lose my mind and use screams or everything around me to drive away the creature of the opposite sex. Even my father, who was bloodied by me with a glass object, made me nervous and repulsed until I was convulsed until I was dizzy. ”

Thranduil now understood why King Aurifel had always had wounds on his body and head for the year before his mother left, and why King Aurifel forbade him to visit his mother. He wants to get close to and comfort his wife, but he is always hurt by his out-of-control wife, and he is afraid that his son will also be hurt by his wife, and he is even more afraid that his son's behavior will make his wife, who is intoxicated, even more tormented.