A good mindset makes Thranduil surprisingly heroic on the battlefield today. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info so much so that all the soldiers who noticed the strangeness kept their mouths shut when they saw his attitude of concentrating on killing the enemy. It wasn't until Ming Jin withdrew his troops that he hurried back to the king's tent to know what all the soldiers wanted to say and what they were for.

The king's tent with the banner of the Great Green Forest flying on the top was full of distinguished guests. The High King of the Noldor Elves, King Elendil of Arnoor, Lord Linton, Anarion, the leader of the army of Nomenor, the Supreme Commander of Lorraine, Lord of Rivendell...... and dwarven generals. All of them were grim-faced, and they didn't communicate with each other. The moment they saw Thrandil, most of them even lowered their heads, not wanting to look at him.

No! it must not be what I thought!Thranduil opened his mouth, as if he had exhausted all his strength. "My father invited you to the dinner!" he hastened to add, "I'll change my clothes and come to the dinner party right away." ”

Doing so can only deceive himself temporarily!

The High King, Gilgalad, coughed heavily and called out to Thrandil. He bent slightly, his voice unusually dull and grim - "On behalf of all the Noldor Elves, I pay my highest respect to the Woodland Kingdom and to you. Your valiant father, who died in the defense of justice, has also won the glory of the Woodland Kingdom and you. ”

King Arnoir Elendil hurriedly stepped forward and did not give Thrandil any time to react. "As a result, the Woodland Kingdom has gained the respect of all the creatures of the Last Alliance! ”

Fuck your glory! Fuck your respect! I only want my father! Reason prevented Thranduil from saying such a thing, he could only say it in his heart. Suppressing the sweet breath in his throat, he pretended to be calm and asked, "My father, where is he?"

The crowd didn't know who whispered an answer. "In the Black Gate...... In the panic, I saw King Aurifel bravely righteous...... There are too many enemies, and we can't bring him back. ”

"My father is not dead!" Thranduil roared, and quickly turned and ran toward the horse. He's going to Black Gate, he's going to find his father. The moment he didn't see the body, he wouldn't have believed that his father was dead.

The moment he turned, Gilgalad nodded at Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. The latter pinched the wet flannel in the palm of his right hand, and without saying a word, caught up with Thranduil. Stretching out his left palm to clasp Thrandil's shoulder, Elrond quickly sent the flannel to the tip of Thrandil's nose with his right hand just as the prince of the woodland was about to hit him hard. Almost instantly, Thranduil collapsed limply into his arms. Before he could enjoy the softness of his arms, he found himself surrounded by woodland soldiers, countless bows and arrows aimed at him.

This beauty is dangerous, Elrond raised an eyebrow.

"Don't panic. Gilgalad slowly stepped forward and said to the officials of the Woodland Kingdom, "I assure you, in my capacity as the High King, that you will only be quiet for the time being, and that you will not be harmed in the slightest. You know that ......" he pointed to Thrandil, whose wound on his arm was still oozing blood, "Your Royal Highness the Prince needs to calm down more than to give himself to the orcs of the Black Gate. ”

It was only a moment before Sylvan's bow and arrows were put away at the behest of the officials. Devin, the head of the Woodland Minister, stepped forward and stood in front of Elrond. He bowed to Gilgalad, but looked at Elrond with his eyes, and said in a voice that was not humble or arrogant, and said in a surprisingly calm voice, "Then please stay here and heal His Highness the Prince, until His Highness comes to his senses." ”

"That's what I'm going to do. Elrond tightened his hands and picked up Thrandil. "Lord Dewen, in which tent do you think it would be better for the prince to be healed?"

"The King's Tent. Dewen stretched out his hand and replied without question. After watching Thranduil be carried into the king's tent, Devon turned his head and glared at the two dwarves who had been whispering not far away.

Thranduil soon came to his senses. He struggled to keep his eyes wide open as Elrond had been busy healing him by his side—his limbs were now unable to move, and he could only attack the other with his eyes.

The eye knife, which had no actual damage at all, was directly ignored by Elrond. Attentively, he gently applied the ointment to the wound on Thrandil's arm. It wasn't until the ointment was absorbed that it was invisible to the naked eye, and then he slowly picked up the hand cloth on the side and carefully wiped the residue on his fingers. Suddenly he thought of something, and met Thrandil's eyes.

"I almost forgot about you! Hey, this medicine doesn't go well, you can talk quickly, and then you can move freely very quickly. Elrond was pleased with the effect, and he smirked his hand in Thrandil's eyes. "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you can't do anything now, think about it yourself. When you're fully awake, you may not have time to think anymore. ”

Gracefully rising, and convincing the rest of the tent to leave Elrond alone with Thrandil.

It was only after the last man had left the tent and carefully lowered the curtain that Thranduil let the water run out of his eyes. As the warm liquid slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes, he slapped himself hard with his consciousness.

Why should I cry? I shouldn't cry! My father must not be dead!Thranduil stopped her tears, and searched her mind for all the reasons why Orifer might still be alive.

My father wouldn't leave me without saying a word, that's not his style. And they made it very clear just now, they just saw that his father was wounded, maybe he was just dying, and he would find a way to come back when the enemy began to collect his troops! Thranduil closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked at the door expectantly.

Nothing. Even the door curtain, which is often blown by the wind, does not have the slightest movement at this time. He could no longer stop the hot liquid from pouring out of his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Ada!” He was able to speak.

"When will I be fully awake?"

"Soon, early tomorrow morning at the latest. Elrond twisted Thrandil's wrist and took another pill for him, and was about to give him some more medical advice, when the latter turned his face to the side.

"Lord Dewen, you will give the order on my behalf. Tomorrow morning, march to the Black Gate. The king of the woodlands could not stay there. ”

Devin has a lot to say. But when he looked at Thrandil, and saw Elrond looking at the prince meaningfully, he lost the courage to speak, and he could only nod silently, and at the same time clenched his fists.