When these words fell into Thranduil's ears, they became questions that were asked because he wanted to know the past of his lover. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he with an extremely happy mood, with as low-key words as possible to depict the life of a prince who grew up in a pile of toys, surrounded by a maid who changes every week, and his father takes care of him in every way.

"So. When you feel helpless, do you choose your old childhood, or do you wish you could start learning how to be stronger and move away from helplessness when you are 20 years old?"

"As much as I hate feeling helpless, no matter how many times I am given the chance, I still want my childhood to be the same. Gently placing his slowly outstretched hand on the other's hand, he asked expectantly, "What about your childhood?"

All the brilliance disappeared in Vernor's eyes in an instant. Thranduil's palm trembled, and the other forgot to pull out the hand that was still being held by him. As her eyes closed, a resentful tone slowly poured out of her mouth. "Please give the Wood Elf children the childhood they deserve. ”

With the dissolution of the Children's Devil Training Camp, Thrandil's plan to use Princess Silvermoon to stimulate Vernorr at the evening banquet also failed.

The elven children, holding all sorts of beautiful toys, swarmed around the King's advisor at the sight of it, so numerous that Thranduil was squeezed aside. It just so happened that at this time, Princess Silvermoon came over with Isilde, who had wrapped her face tightly with a mask, and Isild was glaring at her. Thranduil shrugged his shoulders, glanced at Vernor, who was half-crouched and talking to the children, completely unconcerned about himself, and shook his head and led the Silver Moon Princess into the banquet tent.

The high-quality Doningwei red wine and the best steak did not attract Princess Yinyue at all, and this delicate female elf with a small voice half-covered her mouth with a delicate gauze scarf, leaned over and slowly whispered in his ear: "I asked the maids to make you a new dress, and I will send it to you tomorrow?"

He was about to tell your maid to send it to the treasury, but he swept over to Isild. It is difficult for himself and Isild to enjoy good wine or food while wearing a mask, which makes Isilde, who has a dish-faced face, completely turn his attention to his side. The corners of his mouth under the mask hooked slightly, and he deliberately raised his voice a little. "Okay. How about you send it to me tomorrow night? I was trying to talk to you. ”

Then he laughed at Isild's glare. He was so happy that he raised a glass of wine and saluted it, and without bothering to lift his veil and drink it, he looked with interest at the wood elves who were drunk and dancing strangely outside the tent. It seemed to take a long time for Vernoll to come into his sight.

The Elf King pursed his lips and glanced at the empty seat beside him, once again sighing at how wise he was. Since he said that meeting the adviser is like seeing the king, he doesn't have to worry about the rest of the matter. No matter where he is, there will always be an attendant next to his seat to add a seat to the advisor, and he will be very close to him. He subconsciously put his hand on the armrest of the empty seat next to him, waiting for the female elf to arrive. He even thought about what to say in the first sentence.

The direction of Furnor's progress changed when the captain of the guard, Elos, rose from the ground. The two of them didn't know what to say, but Vernor glanced up at him, and hurriedly turned and walked with Eros in the direction of the stable. What is there that is so important that Eloth, who is not like to talk, has been waiting for Vernor's arrival, and has deliberately avoided his own advisor to me, Thranduil pushed away the wine glass that Silver Moon handed in front of him, and was about to chase it out, when Devon hurriedly walked over.

"Advisor, I have asked you to find a way to keep Prince Noldor a little longer. Dewen's voice was very low, and after saying this, he deliberately raised his voice, and said in the direction of Isild: "Your Majesty is saying that you want to carry out the wine that you and Isild hid back then?"

What the hell is going on?

Sensing that Vernorr had used her battle sense, Thranduil couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, for fear that she would encounter some danger. However, the perception was fleeting, and he wondered if he had a delusion. He reassured himself that Vernorr was capable of protecting himself and nodded at Devin. "Well, that's what it means. Isilde, don't go back if you're not drunk today. ”

With most of the archers fighting day and night, Vernorr gave up with only a slight movement of battle sense. Summoning a few thousand archers back now will not do anything at all, it will only make the other party aware and speed up the previous cloth. After confirming with Eros that the first soldiers returning from Elpol had encountered the Dendans, Vernorr made an unusually bold decision.

"There's not that much time left. Fortunately, I sent Master Devin to the dinner party, and asked him to find a way to keep Isild. Motioning for Eroth to follow, she whipped her horse. "I will go and steal Your Majesty's badge now, and when it is finished, you will take it to the treasury and bring out the equipment that should be paid to the dwarves, and send it to the High King. ”

Elos, who was following closely behind Vernor, didn't understand for a moment and reminded him loudly. "It's just that the formation of the Dengtan people has changed, and the Noldor army seems to have only widened the line of defense and encircled the woodland barracks. ”

Vernorr turned to look at the battlefield in the distance and waved his whip heavily. Led Aros into the king's tent, and while rummaging through the king's coat of arms, she said eagerly, "Why don't you tell your majesty about this?"

"You just came back today and don't know the situation. Thinking of the reaction of the Elf King to hear the "equipment" of the "Dengdanren" in the past few days, the corners of Ayros's mouth couldn't help twitching. "We dare not mention humans or Dengdans in front of Your Majesty. As soon as His Majesty heard these two words, he assumed that we objected to his interception of the purchase of equipment, and punished him. ”

Vernor shook his head, and after taking the king's badge in his hand, he said to Eros, who helped write the official letter of the library, "The key to the problem is the High King!"

The Battle of the Last Alliance was launched by the Noldor Supreme King and the Human Emperor. If the High King does not agree, the Dengdan, who are under the rule of the Emperor, will not dare to move. But the 'results' left by the battle between the only son of the High King and Thranduil in the afternoon are the ones that a father will be angry when he sees them, let alone the High King, and the old and new hatreds are intertwined, and even if Gilgalad is generous, he will be enraged, and maybe even the defensive line will be deliberately changed to abandon the woodland barracks. The cost of the equipment must be sent directly to the High King in the fastest possible time to show the sincerity of the woodland, so that this disaster can disappear.

She covered her mouth, clenched the king's badge in her hand, and prepared to close it.