"It's just a simple conversation that won't waste too much of your time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After that, you can continue to come back here. Unable to refuse a reasonable request for a debriefing, Vernor had no choice but to prop up his tired body and follow Princess Silvermoon's carriage as an advisor and walk slowly back to the woodland camp.

After arriving at the woodland camp, she could no longer support herself after a day of fighting without a drop of water. In order to minimize the impact, she held the carriage in front of her and fell limply to the ground. How can all this escape the elven king who wants to see through it? Although Thranduil couldn't help but smile the moment he saw the silver mask, he still hadn't forgotten the words she said when she was drunk.

He was almost impulsive enough to throw everything away and hug Vernor. But the name of "Okpa" flashed in his mind, and he turned his head to his retinue and said, "Let the two elves carry the advisor into my king's tent." Just help her in, don't touch her. Only then did he endure the heart-wrenching pain, and walked to the carriage expressionlessly and stretched out his hand, "Welcome to the woodland camp, noble princess." ”

As the curtain on the carriage was slowly lifted, Princess Silvermoon's blue-green eyes lit up the moment she saw the Elf King. Although she had objected to and questioned the trip before coming here, after seeing Thranduil, she remembered a sentence mentioned by the Orientals: Who is young and romantic? The concubine intends to marry and rest for the rest of her life.

Before coming here, Princess Silvermoon had made a very bad mental preparation.

Although she had no concept of war at all, Princess Silvermoon still thought about the horror of war. Maybe you can't get a wide enough tent in a war camp, or maybe you need to put up with some strange smells? Unable to disobey her father's wishes, she asked to bring with her enough attendants and thirty wagons of supplies. When she arrives at the Noldor camp, she finds that the situation is worse than she thought. But when she entered the woodland camp, she found that she didn't need anything she had brought with her.

It is said that it is a camp, but it is better to say that it is a royal city composed of camps. Expensive carpets were spread from the moment she dismounted from the carriage to her tent; There are actually five separate tents for myself, a reception tent for a small banquet, a dressing room for all my robes, and a special tent for a study and dining room. The tent as a bedroom was even more ornate than her own dormitory. The jeweled tent is nothing to be found in the palace of Avare. It is no wonder that after receiving the letter from the High King, his father did not hesitate in the slightest, and sent himself over the crowd.

Of course, Princess Silvermoon would not understand why her camp would become a small palace, and the Elf King who ordered her had no intention of letting her go out and wander around.

Princess Silvermoon nodded with satisfaction to Edmund, who was standing beside her. "Good. Let this lord go with my attendant to receive the reward. ”

I changed into the most gorgeous clothes and combed my hair again. She began to wait for the arrival of the Elven King. The simple princess thinks that the elf king can treat herself so ceremoniously because she attaches importance to it. But she waited for a long time, and the elf king did not appear.

The Elven King Thranduil wasn't busy with state affairs. He was sitting on the edge of his bed with a frown, looking at the elf on the bed in a daze. When his gaze fell on the other party's lips, the elf king's cheeks turned red, and his brows involuntarily stretched out, with a sweet smile. But it didn't take long for him to frown and look angry again. In just one hour from returning to the king's tent to waking up on the bed, his expression kept switching, and even he felt that his face was a little stiff.

Sensing the slight movement of Vernor's closed eyes, Thrandil's mind raced to the point where he had a lot to say. But no matter how many words there are, they just open with the blue eyes, turning into a sentence "You have lost a lot of weight......

Vernor couldn't have imagined that Thranduil would be able to treat himself so calmly after goodbye, and that he could say words of concern! Shouldn't he never see himself again until he forgets? That way I can leave quietly without having to hurt him anymore. Why is the real situation completely unexpected? It seems that the drunken plan has completely failed.

Thranduil was proud. How's that, that didn't surprise you? Do you think I'll never see you again and won't look for you again? I don't! Even if there is that damn Sylvan elf, even if it can't be with you...... It's also good to stay around. He rubbed his hands together excitedly and said in a softer voice, "You shouldn't have gone to the Noldor barracks." I'm very concerned about my advisors. ”

Still amazed that the situation was not expected, Vernor subconsciously said, "But you promised to let me go...... It's time for me to go back there and take a shift. ”

"Well, I agreed." Thranduil lifted her chin and closed her eyes to look at it again. "If you want to go, go now."

I'll let you come back willingly. At the moment, it seems that the big trouble that has spurred you on has not worked at all, and I will have to think about it again.

After the footsteps hurried away, Thranduil stepped out of the tent. He looked in the direction of Princess Yinyue's tent and sighed inexplicably. Just as he was about to think about it, dozens of Sylvan elves, who were drunk and unsteady at a steady pace, passed by the camp and saluted him crookedly. Nodding with a straight face, he walked to the opposite side of the dining area.

Perhaps because he had finally seen the elves who had been separated for a long time, Thranduil had no way to calm down his jumping mind. With a light smile, he looked at the light of the moon and was completely oblivious to the approach of the Silver Moon Princess. Until his shoulders sank, the sudden weight made him turn his head sideways and see Princess Silver Moon standing behind him covering himself with a cloak.

The sparkling blue-green eyes, the blonde hair hanging down like a waterfall, and especially the shy appearance of the blushing face before speaking, it is no wonder that it is called the first gentleness in Middle-earth. It's just that she doesn't understand that the weight of the cloak is more unbearable than the cold and the heaviness? An elf would never put a heavy cloak on me when I wasn't prepared.

He frowned, slightly distancing himself from the other party. "Why are you here? Go back to your tent. Although he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, the king's fierceness was difficult to hide.

The tip of Princess Yinyue's beautiful nose moved, and she lowered her head aggrievedly. Her voice was so small that Thranduil could barely hear it. "I ...... I'm just worried you're going to get cold. It's spring...... though."

Thranduil finally held back and didn't shout the word "idiot", and left without saying a word.