Looking at the plants transplanted from Ringu on the windowsill and thinking of his promise to Elrond, Vernor turned his head away with guilt. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wouldn't it really be a reasonable lesson for the Emperor to lose his real power, and wouldn't it cause him much harm?

She couldn't be sure. But the situation has developed to such a point that she has no choice. After persuading himself over and over again that "the real power of Gondor in the hands of Merandil will not weaken the power of the righteous camp", Vernorr finally said: "Such a lesson will also make the emperor clearly realize that neither the emperor nor the king can control the power of all the people, and the will of the people is what Iluvita means." In order to gain the approval and support of the people, we must not make mistakes, and we must think twice before even speaking. ”

"I don't care if the future emperor will know this truth. As a selfish being, I only care about the safety and happiness of all the elves in the woodlands. When I make the woodland elves the happiest creatures in all of Middle-earth, maybe I'll have the leisure to care about the other creatures. After straightening out the wrinkled robe, the elf king's face was full of indifference. "Even if they say that I am the most selfish king in all of Middle-earth, then I should simply be selfish to the end. ”

The elven king, who did not hide his shortcomings, made Vernoer laugh dumbly, and the guilt in his heart also weakened a lot in the laughter. It was just a smile, and Thranduil took her hand through the glove.

"If you don't accompany me to Changhe Town, just help me pick out the clothes to take to Changhe Town to change. Seeing that there was no displeasure on the other side's face, Thranduil's tone became more pleasant. "In addition to preparing enough costumes so that Merandil can find an opportunity to come over and help. It is also necessary to appear in front of the creatures outside the woodland with a dazzling enough image, so as to be worthy of the title of the most selfish king of Middle-earth. ”

"Okay. The most 'selfish' king. With a smile on his face, Vernor let himself be pulled towards the dressroom.

More than a dozen sets of costumes common to elven nobles were delivered to Long River the night before the anniversary banquet, which also gave Melandil the opportunity to share a room alone with the elven king.

Despite finding a way to become the manager of the locker room, Merandiel, who was born in a human royal family, knew that she did not have the right to follow the Elven King into the locker room for no reason. So when he saw the elf king walking towards him, and walked straight into the cloakroom without squinting, he could calmly keep his head down and wait at the door. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the six woodland attendants who had accompanied the Elf King into the cloakroom to walk out. One of the female guards with a knife walked straight to his side.

"You're in charge of the locker room, then you're going to sew and mend clothes, right?" the female guard was a little nervous, and her brow furrowed slightly.

Melandil took out a needle and thread from his pocket and looked at him, and secretly congratulated himself on the furniture in the dressing room that had deliberately placed the sharp ornaments of the palace. Merandil, who has the blood of the human royal family, is sure that the items in the living area of the elven royal family also have the same demanding requirements as the royal family. This is, of course, because of the dress habits of the royal family.

Although in the turbulent Middle-earth, all the royal families will join the battlefield, but all the royal families in Middle-earth still maintain the same dress habits during non-war times. They all wore splendid costumes with the corners of their robes dragging on the ground, and walked around their palaces with the grace of a nobleman. If all the objects in the palace were not arranged according to the strict requirements, the corners of the wide robe would be cut by sharp objects in the vicinity. The Elven King who came for the banquet may change into armor to check the joint defense, but he will inevitably change into a formal dress to attend the anniversary banquet according to the etiquette of the banquet. Then in the middle of the banquet, it is inevitable to change the crumpled costumes.

All it takes is to place an ornament with sharp iron accents on the bottom in the dressing room, and the Elven King will inevitably ask for help. In order to make the plan foolproof, Merandil also made some glitches in the clothes that the woodland had delivered in advance. As expected, it seems that after the elf king entered the dressing room, the outer robe he was wearing was torn.

At the signal of the woodland guard, Merandil walked into the locker room with his head down. Although he could only see the floor, he could tell by hearing the sound that he was the only one who had walked into the room. It seems that the Elven King, like all Elves, does not like to have close contact with living beings, and even changes clothes, this king does it alone most of the time.

With his head bowed, he took two steps in the direction where the sound of clothes was coming from, and Merendil said respectfully, "I am honored to help you, and I hope to be your most loyal ally." ”

"So my most loyal ally, by virtue of the friendship of the alliance, unceremoniously tore through all my robes, so that I had no clothes to wear out at all?" Raising the robe hanging from his arm, Thranduil said teasingly, "Merandiel, do you really know how to sew such a humble skill? If I hadn't been able to wear the robe to meet other creatures, perhaps I would have changed my mind about the alliance." ”

"You won't change your mind. Merandiel, who had been identified, stepped forward and began to fly the needle very skillfully. Under the stunned gaze of the Elven King, he explained softly, "While you and my ancestors fought on the plains of Ragad, I was also on the battlefield of Minas Ihir. In the past seven years of battle, all the royal families who fought have learned a lot of humble skills. Naturally, it was not mine at the time. ”

The painful memories hidden in the hearts of the two creatures were turned out with these words. For a moment the whole room fell silent, and only the sound of silk threads passing through the cloth could be heard. It wasn't until the elven king, who had a more indifferent temperament, spoke up that the brief silence was broken.

"Say it. You took the initiative to find me, knowing that I deliberately avoided it, but tried your best to meet with me, what do you want to get through the woodland kingdom?" After looking at the sewn clothes, Thranduil said with a little satisfaction: "For the sake of your good sewing skills, I will grant you reasonable requests. ”

Merandil stopped all his movements, stood up and gave a very standard salute. "Keep the mourning of my aunt, Rosalind. ”

Merandil clearly felt that the Elven King's eyes had changed from playfulness to respect when he looked at him. However, under such a serious topic, he actually laughed.

"As far as I know, the royal family of Gondor has been in contact with King Serdan all along. You can just go directly to King Sedan. Slowly putting on his newly-medged robes, the Elven King looked at Merandil through the huge dressing mirror. "Rosalind is the recognized human queen of the elven race. You only need to mention this kind of righteous thing to King Sedan, and he will naturally help you. Why bother to come to me in the woodland?"