As long as there is a reasonable excuse, the human emperor wants to send troops to the woodland, even the elven leader can't say anything. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info What's more, it is not necessary to put the attack on the bright side. It is not impossible to scheming secretly or borrowing the hands of other races to bring disaster to the woodlands.

It doesn't take the slightest price to make mistakes, it will only make the creature more and more rampant, not to mention that creature is still the human emperor who holds the entire human race. As the person involved, as long as I tolerate the human emperor once, he will think that I will only have an unrestrained tolerance for him, which is equivalent to putting my kingdom in the situation of being hurt by the human emperor at any time. No matter what the elven race thinks, I will never allow any risk to the woodlands. The Wood Elves are such a lovely race that deserves everything I have to protect.

Valandil, you're destined to be hit hard in the middle of a smooth sailing. And it's not me who throws your fist at you!

After some thought, the determined Elven King pulled himself out of his thoughts, only to find that Vernorr had been rubbing his clenched hand into a fist through his gloves.

"If there is no direct threat from the Woodland Kingdom, you should be treated as a child who has been bumped, don't bother with him. The fairy, with a tender face, pressed her face lightly against his palm. Although he was wearing a silver mask, it still made Thranduil's mood feel a lot better. What's more, the female elf was still muttering, "Think of something else." When you get back to the forest, you'll be surrounded by loyal wood elves. They would hold the grandest starlit dinner for their king, and they would praise the good life of the woodlands in the form of singing and dancing. And I will bend down and ask the King of the Forest to dance with me. ”

After the result of this matter of the Human Emperor, I will no longer be involved in any affairs of other countries. Even if it's an internal matter of the elven race, I don't want to dabble in it, I just enjoy the beauty of the forest with you and the wood elves.

With this in mind, Thranduil naturally took Vernor's hand and lightly imprinted a kiss on the black glove with great reverence.

"It is an honor, my dear lady. It's just ......" he smiled slyly, and said pretending to be angry, "It's always not good to have a creature with a memory. Just in case things go by, you wouldn't mind inviting me to dance tonight, would you? The Gondor's Concert Hall for the Rebels, the grandstand on the second floor, is a great place. And the person you want to invite has the right to enjoy it alone. ”

Does that mean I'm going to dance with you tonight, or is it taking over the whole of the theater? But every night since the makeshift theater was put into use, Gondor has had musicians and dancers perform for the rebels. For dwarven soldiers, in addition to drinking and fighting, watching interesting performances by humans is also an important reason why life in the barracks is still good. Canceling the show, even if it was only for one night, would also take the fun out of some of the dwarven soldiers.

Still stunned, the Elven King had already stood up. It wasn't until a moment before he pushed the door open, and after smiling meaningfully at Vernor, that he pushed the door and explained to the attendant standing by: "Go and tell King Gondor that I will borrow the music hall in his royal city tonight." As compensation, let him bring his wife to the dinner party as well. ”

This elf king was still angry just now, how could he be so happy to hold a dinner party in such a short time? The king's world is really not something ordinary creatures like us can understand.

The human attendant bowed his knees respectfully, and was about to reply "obey", when the elf king gave a higher request.

"Let your king bring the human nobles with you. Naturally, the dinner party should be lively. The imaginary Elf King propped his chin and muttered, "Tell Merandil to arrange it well, and make sure to ensure the quality of the banquet." King Nader and I will both come over after dinner. ”

The king who fights and has fun at the same time, I'm afraid that there is no one else but you. But don't you really worry that your Majesty has dealt with it? You know, you and your Majesty have had a bad relationship since that incident, and the two of us have mocked each other as much as they met. Although the emperor has instructed that you should not treat the righteous army badly, it is one thing to give an order, and even if the king tells me to do my best to do it, out of your disrespect for the king, I will not really do it. Most of the other Gondor people did the same as I thought, and the dinner party wouldn't affect the war anyway. It seems that the elven king, who can't have fun at night, is going to come back and lose his temper again.

The human attendants, who were full of the mind of protecting the Lord, made a salute and hurried to the rice city. As a result, he found that his worries were completely unnecessary. Knowing that the Elven King had a request, the Arnold officials took the initiative to take on all the affairs. When the Elven King, escorted by Gondor's guards, walked through the crowd to the palace hall without changing his face, there were only a dozen Arnoel officials standing in the huge hall who saluted him.

"If it weren't for the fact that all the decorations here were for the ball, I would have thought that I would have arrived at the council hall of the Arnoor Kingdom. "The Elven King, who was dressed in silver robes and didn't even bring a weapon, didn't show his face. When he stretched out his arms to let the squire busy removing his robes, he raised his chin and mocked, "This is the Noble Ball, why are you here? If I remember correctly, the human nobles are all settled in Gondor, not in Arnoor?"

The oldest Arnol official wanted to cry bitterly.

Long before the fall of the Númenóre Empire, there were many arrogant nobles who were unwilling to recognize the illegal marriage of Yar-Farazon, let alone his status as a human emperor, and returned to settle in Middle-earth from Númenor. The mild climate and the friendliness of the inhabitants of Gondor kept them in the kingdom.

In 3320 A.D., the Númenórean Empire fell (note). Elendil, a descendant of the royal branch, landed in Midstate with a number of Dandens, and Gondor welcomed two of Elendiel's sons, Essidor and Anarian. As Essidor and Anarion established the kingdom of Gondor, more and more nobles began to migrate to Gondor to meet the former noble families. Before the start of the "Last Alliance" battle, the few remaining nobles of the Arnoor Kingdom also moved to Micheng with all their families with the saying that "the emperor and the king are there to fight evil, and how can we be in a corner of peace", indicating their determination to live and die with the emperor.

At the end of the Second Era, Sauron waged war against Gondor. After the Dark Lord captured the city of Rice, Essidor fled to the kingdom of Arnoor, while Merandiel's father, Annarian, rejected the nobles' advice to flee and stayed with Osgilias.

"Sauron will never really have Gondor. Even if I die here, I will use my corpse to declare Gondor to the evildoers. ”

This was the reason why Anarian refused to flee. With that, he pulled his only son, Merendiel, from the carriage and urged his entourage to flee to Arno as soon as possible.