Blaze said with emotion, "So when I found out that Thranduil was not moved by me, I told him the secret that Okpa had lost to marry you, and that you were still holy. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info I also promised him that after a superficial political marriage with me, I would find a way to make him and you a de facto husband and wife. Your current husband said yes very simply. When I heard that I could truly own you, I immediately changed my name to 'Queen of the Woodlands'. ”

When the memories in his mind were mentioned again, there was a hint of softness in Blaze's fierce expression. For a half-elf who is always facing the problem of life and death as soon as she knows the person, the time when she reached a consensus with the elf king and began to discuss marriage is indeed the most beautiful memory of her life.

"It's all because of you! If you hadn't infiltrated the Eastern Kingdom and disrupted the power that I had gathered so hard for hundreds of years, how could I have missed out on the Elven Queen's throne and control of the Great Green Forest?" Unexpectedly, the queen of the woodland, who had solved all her doubts, actually let out a chuckle.

"Yes, all your plans have been ruined in my hands. If I were you, I would surely slash the creatures that made me miss everything. Stop talking nonsense, just kill me. ”

The flames, which were so endured that the four attendants were almost unable to hold on, had no chance of ending Vernor's eternal life.

As soon as she drew her saber from her attendant, the orc leader rushed to her side and grabbed her hand. The smell of the white orc made the flames subconsciously hold her breath, but even if she held her breath, the rotten breath that kept spurting out of the other party's mouth still surrounded the tip of her beautiful nose.

In the mouth of the white orc, the source of the rotten aura, a standard oriental phrase indicates the attitude of the orc race, and makes Vernor almost despair. He said, "She's the queen of the woodlands! If she dies, what are we going to do to lead the elven king into a trap?"

Of course, that's all for later. At this time, after Vernoer identified the owner of Zhihong, he motioned for her to go down first to deal with the wound on her arm.

Knowing that the female elf in front of him was very favored by the elf king, Zhihong saluted with his injured arm, and was about to turn away, but heard the female elf murmur softly, "How can you have the smell of pine on your body?"

"Many of the pine trees at the top broke their branches and fell all the way. Thinking that the other party didn't like this breath, Zhihong patted the needle-like pine leaves on his body and retreated. "Maybe I accidentally got it when I climbed up just now. ”

Dozens of minutes later, the elf king, whose robe was also stained with pine leaves, let go of the rattan in his hand and landed in front of Vernor.

"All the books and drawings were destroyed by the stagnant water, and only this one was wrapped and floated on top of the stagnant water. Is this what you want?" What Thranduil didn't expect was that Vernor, who was obviously looking at the scroll in his hand a little anxious just now, didn't take the scroll first, but helped him pat the pine leaves on his robe first. It wasn't until most of the pine leaves had been slapped on the ground that Vernaor took the scroll and carefully began to unwrap the outside of the scroll.

As the scroll slowly unfolded, her eyes became full of joy, which naturally attracted the attention of the Elf King. As he moved his steps so that he could stand in the direction where he could read the picture, he asked curiously, "Why is this painting the only one wrapped in waterproof paper?"

In the faint moonlight, the Elven King saw the creature holding the flute on the portrait. With just a short glance, Thranduil, who has a very high epidemic prevention ability for beauty, was still stunned by the male elf in the portrait for a few seconds. Fortunately, the portrait was only a creature of the same sex, so that his attention was not all drawn, and naturally he did not miss the faint shyness in Vernoer's eyes.

"Because I didn't want my sisters to see him too, I kept wrapping it well. I didn't expect it to be kept. ”

Furnor, who was concentrating on the portrait, had no idea that he was thinking of himself at this time, and the Elven King was reminded of the Silver Moon Princess when he first met. The eyes projected on the male elf's drawing were so soft that they could almost ooze water, and even the tone of his voice when he spoke to the portrait was so light that Thranduil had never enjoyed it, which made the elf king have an inexplicable sense of tension. He even suspected that the male elf in the portrait was Okpa.

No way! The male elf on the portrait is a Noldor tribe, how can it be a wood elf? With full doubts, Thranduil looked at the portrait and asked coldly, "Who is this?"

Unexpectedly, Vernoll was a little embarrassed. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly rolled up the portrait and lowered her head slightly, and replied, "It's Exirion, the Fountain Lord of Gondolin. ”

"The Noldor Elves of the First Age?" the Elven King let out a snort, the hatred and inexplicable jealousy between the races filled his tone with mockery, "One of the twelve families of Gondolin, the lord of the Yongquan family?"

"The Lord of Springs works for Turgon, the second son of Finn, and is not under Fëanor's command. Vernor's response revealed a strong sense of protection, which made Thrandil's brow furrow even more.

"I know that as a Sindar, I shouldn't have a crush on any of the Nodor in the First Age, but racial feuds aside, Lord Wellspring is a hero worthy of respect and love. In order to defend justice, he stabbed several fire demons in the battle of the fall of Gondolim. Even when he was unarmed, he pierced the chest of his enemy with the spikes on his helmet, and died in the fountain of kings with the leader of the fire demons. Thrandil, you can't deny the valor of Lord Wellspring because of the enmity between Sindar and Noldor. Fighting Morgoth's invasion is a matter of righteousness, and in the face of righteousness, what is the enmity between races?"

If only you knew that he had died heroically. Thranduil was overjoyed and echoed: "Well, you're right, racial hatred should indeed be put aside in the face of righteousness. It's just, why do you cherish this portrait of what lord so much?"

"It's the Fountain Lord Exilion!" Vernor felt his face behind the mask a little hot, but he still said frankly, "From the age of 10 to 20, I fell asleep every day with the portrait of the Fountain Lord. At that time, I hoped that I would grow up and marry him. The Fountain Lord is indeed the most handsome and heroic male elf, what do you think?"

These words successfully made the most beautiful male elf in Middle-earth hate Exilion, the Noldor elf who had no intersection with him at all.