If you know who she is, you can at least find out how to cure her, and you won't be as helpless as you are now. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In Thrandil's memory, all the female elves rescued from the orcs died of grief or the inability to continue their normal lives. Only the woodland elves, who had been rescued in 3286 A.D., survived.

The Woodland Female Elf, who was rescued in 3286 of the Second Age and has been alive ever since, is falling into a deep sleep with the help of the Woodland Female Healer. The state of unconsciousness allowed the woodland healer to quickly treat most of her wounds. As the last broken arm was disposed of, Thranduil regained his composure.

Wait another ten days, wait another ten days. The powerful magic of the Wind Ring will surely help her erase this bad memory, and I am not hopeless!

With this conviction in mind, Thranduil walked up to Vernor, reminded by the healer. When the great dormitory was quiet, he stepped forward with bated breath and lifted the veil red with blood.

It wasn't until all the blood on his face had been cleared that Thranduil noticed some signs of spasm in her arm. But all the bites are still waiting to be healed by the ointment.

By wrestling his arms in an almost savage way, Thranduil finally gained complete control over them again. When he picked up the ointment left by the healer with his still twitching fingers, and looked for the starting position on the other party's face with his eyes, the crystal box containing the pale green ointment finally slipped from between his powerless fingers—the elf king, who should have opened the lid of the crystal box, was slowly approaching the female elf on the bed with great care.

Even when the other party was unconscious, a kiss was enough to make Thranduil sob with excitement. If he were a human being, he would know that in this situation, it would not take much effort, and he would have been able to easily obtain the creature of his dreams, or he could have welcomed Legolas 2,500 years earlier. It's a pity that he is a holy spirit.

The deep, shallow tooth marks on his face and the gnawing holes made Thranduil quickly end the kiss. In the agony, he slowly applied the ointment to Vernor's entire face. It wasn't until all the wounds were covered with a pale green ointment, and the healer's special mask was placed over the other's face to speed up wound healing, that Thranduil threw himself into the large leather chair beside the bed.

"Wait a few days, and when Elrond arrives with the Wind Ring, you'll be sure to be back to what you used to be. As he said this, the Elf King unconsciously looked at his belt, his head down to his chin against his chest.

Thranduil's letter to Elrond in his private name contained only one sentence, but Elrond was greatly frightened.

Looking at the paper again, it read, "Don't want to hear of my death, bring the Ring of the Wind immediately!", and the wise man finally waved his hand and asked the attendant to take the messenger down to rest.

Check with the Wood Elves who sent the message? Elrond is not stupid, but he is also a wise man who deserves it. If a king has a hidden illness that can be life-threatening, he will never announce it to the whole kingdom with great fanfare, and this will do no good except to cause fear among his people. In a country like the Woodlands, where there is no crown prince, Thranduil vomits blood and falls unconscious on the battlefield, the Wood Elves will panic to the point that they don't know what to do, and he will not let all his people know about his hidden illness before he completely loses hope. I'm afraid that even the most serious officials will not know about Iserandiel's temper.

While he was still thinking, Elrond was already moving. With his dexterity, he made his way through the slightly disgraced hallway and rushed into the room dedicated to medicine. As soon as he took down a bottle of medicine that should be used from the cabinet, the cabinet with only three legs left collapsed to the side because the balance was broken. Looking at the various potions that slowly flowed out of the broken bottle, Elrond almost went crazy. However, the content of the Elven King's letter made him easily give up the rescue potion, and hurriedly took some medicine that might be used and rushed to the gate of the manor.

Before leaving, he rode on his horse and repeated to Lindil that he had carefully inspected the depot. "It doesn't matter if it's taken from another room, or if it's remodeled with something in good condition, in short, there won't be any broken furniture in the medicine warehouse when I come back!"

In a day's time, Elrond had crossed the Misty Mountains and reached the border west of the woodlands. The captain of the Woodland Elven Guard stationed at the woodland border checkpoint recognized from a distance that the leader of a dozen cavalry was none other than the Rivendell Lord, who had fought side by side, and he had already prepared to switch it, and Elrond passed through the woodland defense checkpoint smoothly without slowing down his horse.

No one could have imagined that the elves' absolute trust in the Allies would allow Ziljan (Essidor's third son), who was pursued by the orcs an hour later, to enter the woodland kingdom through the defense card and get rid of five times as many enemies. When Qieryang led his cavalry slowly towards the Woodland King City amid the praise of the "Hero's Son", Haldir, who learned the news, walked to the palace in the woodland apologetically, intending to apologize to the Elf King in person for the behavior of the Linlin Elves for privately opening the security card. Apparently, Hardir was stopped at the entrance by the chamberlain.

An hour ago, Elrond, who had been unimpeded all the way, was actually stopped at the entrance of the Inner Palace. However, it was not the palace attendants who stopped him, but the anxious top official of the woodland, Dewen.

"My lord, all the creatures in the woodlands ask you to find a way to heal our Majesty! Your Majesty has ......."

Elrond instantly believed that the Elven King was about to die of serious injuries. He walked around Dewen and towards the inner palace with the steps of almost running, naturally he didn't hear what Dewen said later.

"Your Majesty has locked himself up in the inner palace for several days, and I heard that he hasn't slept well. If he had any three long and two short, the wood elf would be sad to death......"

In Dewen's opinion, the Elven King's unusual behavior was all due to the fact that the Advisor's tragic situation reminded him of the tragic experience of Queen Aurifel before her death. 160 years ago, the prince of the green forest, who was not yet an adult, did not keep his mother with tears, and 160 years later, the elf king is about to pass through the advisor again, watching another female elf die of excessive grief, and this female elf is still dying because of one of his wrong decisions.

Why didn't I remember to remind Your Majesty that the Advisor had never managed more than 30 soldiers?

Looking at Elrond's back as he left in a hurry, Devon stroked his chest and comforted himself: The Ring of the Wind will definitely cure His Majesty. On the battlefield, he was able to immediately return His Majesty to normal, and this time there will definitely be no problem.