"Because you are the great Elven King, of course you have to lose a lot in order to continue to be great! At least no one would bind me with the word 'great'www.biquge.info Nader, who was in a much soothing mood, proudly stilted Erlang's legs and hummed a small tune. When he drank the wine in the bottle, he realized that the elf king did not say a word or move again during the whole process.

Not good, patronizing himself proudly, but forgetting Thrandil. He's not going to be angry with me for basing his pride on his frustration, right?

Nader, who had dealt with the Elven King for more than ten years, was convinced that the other party would not care about this, and there must be other reasons. Before speaking, the dwarf king, who was so drunk that he even sat down a little crookedly, carefully recalled the words of the elf king, and found the reason for the silence of the elves around him.

"Your advisor is leaving, don't you dare to send her?" Nader said with some disdain, "I'm not afraid of your anger, I just despise you for this kind of behavior! If you really don't want her to leave, marry her as a queen! She became your wife, and no living creature has the right to separate you no matter what happens." ”

"You think I don't want to?" Thranduil staggered to his feet, not daring to say anything like "she had been married once."

The dwarves will not understand the holiness of the elves, let alone why the elves can only have one marriage. And why bother to let Nader also know the fact that Vernorr was already married, and add to everyone's troubles?

Thranduil, who was sitting cross-legged, let out a long sigh and looked at the ceiling helplessly, "Lutenas...... Her situation is complicated. It's not that I can marry if I want. ”

"It's not that she can marry if she wants to? It can't be that she doesn't want to marry you at all, right?"

Nader, who was already staggering, laughed at the thought and fell out of bed. Under the influence of alcohol, Thranduil slowed down his outstretched hand, and watched as the Dwarven King's face hit the ground. Thankfully, after making dull contact with the smooth floor, Nader snorted a few times before getting up. Although he struggled to get up, he knocked down the entire barrel, but he stood in the wine stains on the floor and laughed heartily. The reason was that although Thranduil's face was a little angry, he did not dare to deny this statement.

"It's a joke that will keep the dwarves entertained for days. Nader, whose robes were all soaked with wine on the ground, squeezed his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Who can believe it? No, no, although I have limited contact with your advisor, I have also found out! I don't want to marry you and avoid you, I can only say that you deserve it! It's because your temper is too bad, and you have such a restrained identity, which makes her afraid of you. ”

It is indeed a joke that a great king cannot even marry the creature he loves. Not only will the dwarves laugh, but the creatures who have a grudge against the Elven King will laugh even harder, and will happily talk about it as a joke. This was the reason why Nader didn't intend to tell the other creatures, and it was the factor that Thranduil thought it was time to show displeasure.

"No matter how illustrious a creature is, there are things that can't be asked for, what's so funny?" Thrandier, who was teased so much that his scalp was numb, let out a heavy snort, clenched his fists and pretended to be angry, "Even if the truth is exactly what you say, it is only for now. How much you laugh now, how much you will be ridiculed by the facts when the time comes. Because no matter what she thinks, sooner or later she will become my wife. Also, you are not allowed to talk about this to other beings, and you are not allowed to talk about her. ”

The elf king is really eager to repay him, and he likes to hide and cover it. It's just a few laughs, and you have to fight back.

Nader restrained his teasing expression, and expressed his sincerity in Thranduil's warning, claiming that he would never talk about it casually.

"You have to hurry. The lifespan of a dwarf is only about 200 years, which is not as long as you and Yiya. Nader shrugged his shoulders and said sincerely, "I really hope to see you get what you want before I die." At least as a close ally, I can send good wishes to your wedding. ”

After looking at the dwarf king, who was so drunk that his eyes were half-narrowed, for a while, Thranduil replied faintly: "I will try." However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was not accustomed to showing softness in front of others, and changed to a slightly awe-inspiring look, raised his chin and shouted: "How can you continue after you have spilled all the wine?" ”

"Then call another barrel! Just as I'm about to change my wine-soaked clothes. ”

Nader turned and walked towards the gate, and before he could speak to his attendants, he saw King Gondor sitting by the door. Without saying a word, he dragged King Gondor into the dormitory. Nader, who wanted to have one more drinking buddy to relieve his troubles, was obviously disappointed. With the arrival of King Gondor, the Elven King lowered the wine glass in his hand.

"You've come just in time. Motioning to the attendants to clear the ground, Thranduil put on a stern look and said, "The matter of the Human Emperor's withdrawal of troops and the extermination of Mordor is already a bit of an eyebrow, and I planned to call you over tomorrow to discuss it together." ”

As soon as I saw myself, I went from relaxed to stern, and Thranduil didn't see me as a friend. What was wrong with the Elven King, who could even be regarded as a friend by the Dwarven King, and talk to him behind closed doors, but have a completely different attitude towards me?

Merandil, who had no idea about the future of the people of Gondor and was destined to be guarded by the Elven King for the rest of his life, sighed quietly and sat down with the same solemn expression.

"The siege of Mordor will not leave a word. And you're already on the move......" The end of his conspiracy with Merendiel was ironic to Thranduil, and made him reluctant to have too much contact with King Gondor. Wishing that he would never need to see each other, he went straight to the point. "Good. Then a month after the Emperor left the war zone, he began to purge Mordor. With expulsion as the mainstay, annihilation as a supplement, and strive to take it within a week. ”

One month is enough for the Emperor to return to the Kingdom of Arnoor. If you delay any longer, the Arnoll legion will also pass through the Misty Mountains! If you want the 20,000 legions to return to Gondor, unless they have the art of concealment, it will be difficult to reach the sky.

Merandil instantly felt a lot more relaxed, and got up to thank the two kings one after another. King Gondor went on to say something in praise of the woodland and the lonely mountain in battle, and Thranduil was interrupted by the words "glory", "justice", and "light".

I feel ashamed, and even real praise can hear mockery. At this point, Thranduil had no smug about Gondor's power, only helplessness. Feeling that he had lost more than he had gained, he retracted and reached out to interrupt Merandiel.