From the camp of the Last Alliance to the Palace of the Green Forest, she has never given up looking for the cause of the death of that Wood Elf!

At this moment, Thranduil almost wanted to smash the roster in his hand against the silver mask. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'll go out to battle with the stars, and I'll come back after doing everything with a smile on my face, and you're going to show me this?" slammed the roster into the plants that Vernor had brought from his "homeland", and the Elven King stretched his waist as best he could, and grabbed the other man's collar over the desk. He hadn't forgotten to use his free hand to gently block Minow, who had jumped on the desk and tried to protect the Lord. "No matter how you look at this roster, it's not what you say, 'hide in my arms forever and never come out'!"

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Knowing that the Elven King would be mad at what he had done, Vernorr calmly placed the roster next to his robe. This calm comes from the aftertaste of the past ten days. This calm did not allow her to hand over the roster to herself.

Repeating in her mind Dewen's angry shouting at herself, she held the roster and looked at the strange plant, hiding in the dormitory and muttering, "It should indeed be my expectation." ”

When she recalls that the badly injured Okpa refused to kiss her and sleep in the same bed, she explained: "Rejection is not not not not to love you, but to love you more deeply—I will never be able to fully obtain you in my current situation, but to always care for your holiness and let you continue to be perfect as you are." ”

So, if you can't give yourself completely, don't let your crippled love stop the other person from getting a more perfect love!

This sentence made her put the roster in the king's bedchamber and made her calm in front of the elven king. Met with Thrandil's fierce eyes, Vernorr chose to give up the struggle. She withdrew the hand that pushed the other person away, and said slowly at the distance of a palm from the tip of his nose, "The wood elf and I have always been hiding in your arms and never left, your honorable majesty. As for the roster, it is the hope of all the people of the woodlands for the future, including me. ”

"If you call me Your Majesty again, I will immediately declare to all the Wood Elves in the name of the King that the creature I love is you!"

Stretching out a hand and grabbing the other's belt, Thranduil completed a series of movements to press Vernoer against the desk with a speed he couldn't have imagined.

"You must know what the wood elves will think of you, and what they will do to you, right?" Thranduil felt a glimmer of pleasure as he stared at Vernor, who was pressed against his desk and gradually collapsed. He approached slowly, putting on a cold mask: "Are you afraid that the Wood Elves will attack you in groups, and you are afraid that they will see all your past actions as temptations with bad intentions?"

How would a married female elf approach the elven king with her own purpose, and the wood elf who regards the king as her own father will react? I am afraid that even a 20-year-old elf child will impulsively drag a weapon to call herself. But it wasn't that that she was afraid of, what she was afraid of was the feeling of betrayal from the wood elves. She had tasted the betrayal of trusted beings with the intention of harming themselves more than 480 years ago. She was sure that such a betrayal could be so powerful that it would strike into the hearts of ordinary beings, causing them to suffer in pain and anger for long periods of time. What's more, she did do a lot of things to bully the Wood Elves, such as that in order to face the King of the Valley Mayor enough confidence, she had to choose to deceive all the Wood Elves......

The force on his waist increased a little more, and as the mask on his face was rudely ripped off, Thranduil came up with a face of conquering satisfaction.

"Finally know that you are scared? Finally, you know that I refuse to let you see other creatures with your true face, and I am doing my best to protect you?" Gently stroking the cheek that had dreamed thousands of times with his free hand, Thranduil closed his eyes and kissed it without hesitation. He didn't open his eyes until he felt the salty liquid moisten his lips.

Beneath the frowning brows, fan-like eyelashes fluttered. Clear tears poured out of the corners of her eyes, tumbling on her beautiful cheeks, and finally dripping into Thranduil's heart. He had to slowly leave his haunting body, and let her, who was almost suffocated, out of her confinement.

"I'm sorry, I just love you too much. Squatting at the desk, he took Vernor's hand and said softly, "Don't push me anymore, okay? The status of king has almost deprived me of everything, and I don't want it to swallow up even the last emotion." ”

"A good king is better off not having private feelings. There is no need to torture yourself and your people for emotions that will not lead to results. Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and touching Mino, who had squeezed to his side for comfort, Vernoer got up and picked up the beautiful roster. "Why give up the chance to try, maybe it will allow you to fulfill all the wishes of the Wood Elves while maintaining your individual feelings. With Middle-earth being a vast continent, you'll always find the perfect elf to become the queen of the woodlands, and you might even fall in love with her over the years you've spent with her. ”

Seeing that the Elf King bit his lip and turned to the side, he had no intention of taking the roster at all, and Funorr directly stuffed the roster into his chest. "Thrandil, I must warn you! Your so-called love is not real, but only an illusion that time has created for you. You don't think you're in love with the elf you deserve to love in the slightest, she's just right by your side when you're going through the biggest changes. Any female elf who has such an opportunity will fall in love with her. All you have to do is choose the most liking female elf here, give her time and opportunity, and give yourself a chance. ”

"Do you really think that any female elf who gets the same opportunity as you can get my love?" Subconsciously catching the roster on his chest with his hand, the elf king raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Think of your sister Avril, think of Princess Silvermoon. If they had come to me in your place seven years ago, what would have become of the Prince of the Greenwoods, what would have become of the woodlands? They would not have known how helpless I had taken up the scepter, nor would they have closed their eyes to consider how heavy the crown of beauty was, so heavy that it could overwhelm any living being. They won't be like you, making me feel completely unaware of my presence when necessary, and even helping me clear all the obstacles so that I can devote myself to thinking. Even if I'm strong enough to be able to play the role of the Woodland Kingdom immediately after losing my father, and I don't need any assistance from any living beings at all, you can't be so cruel as to let a king abandon all his emotions and anger and deal with the affairs of the kingdom, and go home to coax his delicate other half!"