Didn't he just send dozens of truckloads of weapons last month? This time there were so many supplies that he had to use the jewels of the palace to exchange them? Does this mean that this time the battle will be more intense, and the enemies he will face will also be challenging? Thranduil felt an inexplicable sense of excitement. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This looks like the last preparatory preparation before the war, why didn't you bring the army with you, father?"

"My child, as you might expect, this is the last preparation before the war. Orifer poked his head out from behind the mountain of official documents, and said with a slight frown: "But this time the battlefield may be near the Woodland Kingdom. The last allies asked us to get all the supplies ready, but they didn't say they needed to be delivered. ”

The truth that the soldiers and horses have not moved, and the grain and grass go first, any living creature who has participated in the war is very clear. This is also the reason why the last alliance has not launched any offensive since it was formed, but has spent more than two years preparing war supplies in Rivendell. When supplies are ready to be delivered, but there is no indication of where they will be delivered, either the battlefield is near the supply reserve or the battlefield has not yet been determined. Orifer looked up at the sky outside the window, the black fog in the northern sky had become thicker, and the battle would not be too far away.

He didn't tell Thranduil that the battle had always made him feel bad, and he didn't plan to let Thranduil join him.

The team sent by the king to greet him brought back an empty horse, and Avril left home after Vernor's departure, saying that he was going to find his elven career, and the only guest in the woodland kingdom was Avril.

Although it was not the first time she had entered the Woodland Palace, Avril still gained the attention of all the elves. Every elf who saw her described her in what he thought was the best word for her, and the soldiers or squires wherever Avril passed, seeing her approaching from afar, would remove or hide any sharp-looking, aggressive objects in advance, as if she would be hurt at the slightest glance.

"Does it need to be such an exaggeration?" Thranduil leaned back in the carved chaise longue, trying to remember Avril's appearance. He really didn't see it clearly that day, only remembered that she had a pair of big bright blue-purple eyes.

"Yes. Very much needed!" Edmund spun around with the robe he was about to hand to Thrandil, not noticing that the prince had reached out to take it. "I don't even think it's enough to describe her beauty in any words. If anything, I can only say that she is the moonlight that shines on the whole forest. It's so white and soft that when you stretch out your hand, it seems to break the light. ”

Thranduil got up from the recliner with a smirk and took a big step to pull out the robe that Edmund had clutched in his hand. The latter, apparently taken aback, hurriedly bent down and joined the maid in helping the prince to straighten the hem of his robe. At the same time, he smiled and said, "This robe was used by you during your coming-of-age ceremony, and you look brighter than the sun when you wear it, so it's best to go to see Avril." ”

"Who said I'm going to see Avril?" Thranduil muttered, tilting her head, "Can't I go to see the other elves?" ”

That being said, he went to where Avril was, his bedchamber. When he walked into the dormitory with the preparation of being hit by a vase, laughter came to his face. Furnoer, dressed in a consultant's formal suit (which was quite tightly wrapped), didn't even give him a roll of the eye. Her eyes moved with immense tenderness, following Avril. A maid stood beside Avril with a glass of juice and flowers. Exaggeratedly, the base of the glass is wrapped in purple silk to prevent the creature who picks up the glass from coming into contact with the hard surface. Are all the elves crazy? He turned his gaze to Avril.

It's really hard to put into words. Not to mention the big blue-purple eyes that seem to be two stars in the sky, just the translucent skin with its own luminescence makes people have a strong desire to protect. Coupled with that exquisite cheek with a hint of delicateness, what a gorgeous princess with royal blood!

If she had to find out what this beauty lacked, Thranduil thought it was hair. Avril has darker hair than Vernor's, and her pure blonde hair is dazzling, but it lacks a sense of affinity and tenderness than the latter's. At this moment, he remembered the first time they met, the long golden hair that filled all his vision like a screen.

In his brief thoughts, Avril had already walked in front of him. She put her hand in front of Thranduil's eyes and shook it, and asked with a coquettish smile, "Don't you dare to throw me out again today?" ”

Subconsciously look at Vernor. The silver mask made it impossible for him to see the other person's expression, and could only find worry, anticipation, and rejection in his eyes?Well, if he could make his blue eyes happy and return to his former affinity, he wouldn't mind caring for the moonlight in front of him. Perhaps, my father's frowning brow would be soothed?

Thranduil bent down on one knee and held out a palm to Avril. "Am I honored to do so?"

The big blue-purple eyes bloomed with a strange brilliance, and the eyes crawled up his cheeks.

"Of course!"

As a pair of small hands as soft as bones fell into his palms, the atmosphere of the whole room became brighter. When Thranduil had finished his standard kiss, blue eyes came to them with a smile in his eyes. Vernore gently stroked Avril's head, and her thin, slightly upturned lips drew a beautiful bow. The latter gave him a shy, and rested his chin lightly on Vernor's forehead.

"She'll always be there for me. Vernor nodded slightly to Thrandil, and said to him with the gentleness he had ever had, "May you be happy." ”

More than 3,000 years later, Thranduil used the word "the warmest" to describe this time. Of course, if the floor wasn't that hard.

Every morning, he woke up on the velvet floor, and turned his head to look at the carved bed that should have been his own. The sunlight seeping through the curtains gently shone on the faces of the two blonde elves who were sleeping opposite each other. They had an indescribable sense of peace before they were awake, and the corners of their mouths were still slightly upturned even in their deep sleep, so that Thranduil was also infected by this pleasure.

No matter how lightly he slowed his movements, the lighter one would always wake up first, squinting slightly around the room. Absolutely rare misty eyes and a languid aura would only appear on her at this moment, causing Thranduil to stop all her actions, for fear of disturbing the beauty. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of ten seconds, and when his eyes fell on Thrandil, a gentle and distant smile replaced everything just now.