At that time, Thranduil was busy preparing for the siege of Mordor, and when he heard it, he just laughed it off. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHowever, if you make trouble knowing that the king has gone on the expedition, and if you want to make trouble in the war zone after being rejected, no king will have a good temper with such a creature. This is especially true of the Elven King.

"Since the establishment of diplomatic relations, the town of Riverdale has not brought me any feelings related to comfort. If it weren't for the distance, I really didn't want to have anything to do with them. Leaning softly on his back, Thranduil sighed weakly: "Most human beings don't know how to be grateful, and they like to fantasize about being given without giving. In order to prevent him from causing trouble, it seems that I need to give this new successor a taste of what the old mayor tasted before, otherwise he really thinks that the rank of an ally in the Woodland Kingdom can be won by the level of noise. ”

Vernor looked nervously at Thrandil's face, and saw that he was only a little tired, so he whispered: "He probably won't come—I asked him to send a message and explain to him that the rivers of the woodland have been repaired by Changhe Town, and that he has not asked for anything in return." He also had Devin convey to him that if Riverdale was willing to provide manpower to help the forest grow and maintain the saplings, you would consider raising Riverdale's treatment level. ”

"So he was frightened by the manpower required to maintain the saplings, and stopped coming to the war zone to cause chaos?"

Naturally, he stretched out his hand in the direction of Vernor, and after the other party subconsciously took his exposed hand, Thranduil hooked the corners of his mouth and said with difficulty: "The best treatment, there is no loss in giving woodland, but it is unfair to give it indiscriminately to such a loyal ally as Changhe Town." With this in his life, it seems that there is no way to win the best ally treatment in the woodland. Why is it that so many human beings never look at their own situation, but are greedy and jealous of what others deserve for their efforts?"

"Human beings are born with the nature of self-interest, and there is no need to be too entangled, everything that the Creator has given must have a deep meaning that we cannot imagine. Moreover, Iluvita is the creator of Ichia and must be fairer than you. He gave humanity the evil side, and naturally gave them the good side. You can't ignore the goodness of human beings just because you only see the evil side of them. ”

Knowing how much the Elven King had suffered out of human greed, Vernor clasped his hand, looked him directly at him, and said, "I suppose that Iru gave the elves eternal life in the hope that the firstborn children would always love her fragile second-born children? As firstborn children, we should treat them with unending tolerance, trust, and patience. For the sake of the elves being the brother of the humans, would it be okay to give them more tolerance and hope without asking for anything in return?"

You are a creature sent by the Creator to teach me what love is, and it is a pity that my love has been given to too many living beings, and there is no more to mankind.

Although he didn't fully agree with Vernor's account of how to treat humans, Thranduil struggled to rest her head on her shoulder. "Good. As soon as you open your mouth, I'll try hard. ”

The gesture made Vernaor end the conversation in a hurry. "I'm feeling a little dizzy, please allow me to go and rest first. ”

Thranduil's slightly reddened eyes and robe soaked with melting snow made Thranduil's heart palpitate, but he stopped him anyway.

"Can you give me a hug?" Turning his face in the opposite direction of the light face, Thranduil said in a voice of utter dejection and trepidation, "I am afraid that from now on, even those who come into contact with trusting beings will have uncomfortable reactions......

Vernoll flickered slightly, then took off his gloves and walked over. When she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around the heavy cotton clothes, she said gently, "Your worries are unnecessary. Every elf who needs to come into contact with a foreign race goes through such a process. Rest assured, you'll be back to normalcy soon and your rejection of the alien race won't be too strong. ”

"Every elf who comes into contact with a foreign race for the first time is like me, so weak that he can't even hold a glass of water?" Thranduil, who was trying to lean towards the other party, looked very melancholy, and when he put his face lightly on the other party's uncovered hand, he said faintly, "If you can, I hope every wood elf will not have such an experience." Maybe I should forbid the dwarves from getting too close to the humans, lest the wood elves be bothered by them? I've already been through it anyway, and I won't be so uncomfortable again, will I?"

Thranduil had no idea that this heartfelt remark had aroused Vernor's infinite pity. She exhaled "My Majesty" lightly, raised her head to look at the other party, and said solemnly: "Not all first contacts will be as serious as yours. You were in contact with you for the first time, and humanity was always several times more enthusiastic than us, and there were more aliens in contact with you at that time. In fact, most elves' first contact with the alien is only a slight collision, and only a small discomfort will occur. As the experience increases, you can achieve peace and deal with the collision of different races, and even hug and kiss the other race you love. This is a necessary process for every elf to grow, so don't worry too much. Overall, the experience has been beneficial. Otherwise, how can the elves have more allies, and how can they fight evil with their allies?"

Greedily looking at the silver mask exposed in front of him, full of soft corners of his eyes and eyebrows, Thranduil let out a long sigh and deliberately turned his face away.

"Can you hug and kiss the alien you love? Not to mention hugging and kissing with an interracial person, I feel a little uncomfortable when you hug. If you give me a kiss, I'll faint again. ”

Impossible. None of the elves I've ever seen will reject a fellow who trusts them. Could it be that Thranduil's first contact was so bad that it gave him an unusual reaction?

Considering that the letter sent back to the woodland described the Elven King's first experience as "a dozen Terran girls with extraordinary enthusiasm rushed up", Vernor spent more than ten seconds carefully examining the Elven King, not letting go of any of his subtle expressions. Finding that he really didn't have any unusual expression, he lowered his head and hesitated. In this brief moment, Thranduil actually began to break free from her embrace. Although the movement was very slight, the sigh was unusually heavy.