If I wasn't dreaming, how could Vernoer, who would always reject myself, take the initiative to lean on my shoulder and say what he likes me? Well, even dreaming is a sweet dream. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thranduil began to wish that the dream would last a little longer, or at least a little more sweet.

"Dreaming? You thought it was a dream? Seeing the elven king nodding solemnly, Vernor blamed himself and sighed. The self-blame stems from his repeated rejections, and the emotion comes from how much the Elf King cherishes himself. After discovering that no matter how she explained it, she still couldn't convince Thranduil that it wasn't a dream, so she took the other hand, disobeying the doctor's instructions.

"It's not a dream. Can you sense that I'm holding your hand? But this only made Thranduil smile at her, and her eyes became more misty. Vernorr reached out and grabbed his face.

"Thrandil, this is really not a dream. I think at least for now I like you. Closing his eyes and kissing the corners of his mouth, Vernor moved his face again to a position where he could face him. The stunned Elf King obviously felt the wetness at the corners of his mouth, he subconsciously reached out and touched the position of the corners of his mouth, and pinched his face fiercely while withdrawing his hand.

The slight pain and the constant shaking of his shoulders reminded him that everything in front of him was real. The female elf who made him fall asleep said loudly while shaking him softly, "I said I liked you, and that's true. Aren't you going to love me? You've got a chance! ”

Thranduil trembled and reached out and took the seated elf into her arms.

"Can you say that again?" He lowered his head slightly, looked at the female elf on his chest with anticipation, and said with a little begging, "Say it again, you like me, okay?" ”

"Of course. Thrandil, I like you. At least for now. If you want to listen again, feel free to do so. Sheepishly burying his head in the other's chest to avoid staring, Vernor still didn't forget to remind the Elf King. Don't tear down the walls and transplant the trees. That is in the past, and it is not worth destroying the royal city for it. ”

Not to mention that he just didn't demolish the city wall, even if he was allowed to fly to the sky to pick up a star, the elf king at this time had no way to refuse. What's more, what is the meaning of the phrase "that's in the past"?

"Okay." After a completely unconscious response, Thranduil caressed the other through her thin felt hat. There was a slight pause as his hand slowly moved along the top of his head to the gelatinous mask on his cheek. At this moment, he even began to doubt the true identity of the female elf in his arms. Any living being who suddenly gets what he has always dreamed of will accept it for a short time. The Elven King is no exception.

He thought about it and pushed the female elf in his arms away. Under the slightly suspicious eyes of the other party, the gelatinous mask was removed with quick but gentle movements, and the familiar and uncommon cheeks were completely presented in front of Thrandil's eyes.

The once horrible scars have healed to the point of folding, and new pink flesh has grown from the flaws that had been bitten. Although the face could not be associated with beauty in the eyes of any living being, its silhouette and clearly visible scars allowed Thranduil to confirm the true identity of its owner.

"It must be ugly, right?" Vernor couldn't understand how he could suddenly care about the scar on his face. Had it not been for the scrutiny of Thrandil's scars on her face with the scrutiny of a healer, she would have almost ignored their presence. You know, even in the face of the greatest healer in Middle-earth, even if she knew that the Wind Ring would definitely make the scars disappear in an instant, she didn't have the slightest idea of making the scars disappear immediately. But now, she longed for her face to be as smooth as a new life.

Subconsciously reached out to cover the scar, but was stopped by Thrandil.

"Don't lift your hands, they need more time to be strong. And I didn't feel ugly at all. "Fingers moved along the longest scar on the left side of his face, until he moved to a certain part of his jaw, and he lifted Vernor's face with a little force." No matter how many scars you have, there will be no more beautiful creatures in this world than you. ”

These words instantly made Vernore give up the covering, and also made the originally white cheeks red. But Thranduil didn't feel enough.

To prove that he didn't care, Thranduil dropped a kiss on the longest scar. The lips have not completely left, and the temperature of the cheeks has risen. Although the kissed female elf closed her eyes shyly, she did not do anything to avoid it. Such a shy Vernorr made the corners of the elven king's eyes and eyebrows so soft that they could drip water, and also made him feel the urge to kiss all the scars. In his eyes, if there were no these scars and a series of things that happened later, the female elf in front of him would not have given herself a chance, even if she got a little closer, she would have been blocked far away by her as the "eldest sister".

So, he did. Before kissing each other's lips, the Elven King said goodbye to each scar that would inevitably be erased by the Elf's powerful body decades later. Of course, before he was close to the finish line, he had not forgotten to verbally show Vernault once again that he did not care at all.

"Vernor, I love you. Whatever you become. It doesn't matter if you have other elves in your eyes. ”

Of course, Thranduil didn't know how devastating the last sentence he had just said was to Vernor, and he was completely shocked by the other party's initiative to kiss him. This shock made the elf king's eyes widen, and after being stunned for more than ten seconds, he began to respond fiercely to the other party's kiss. Although he really felt the presence of the other party, he still didn't dare to close his eyes. He was afraid that when he opened his eyes again, the elf in front of him would become a different creature.

Despite the Elven King's repeated begging in his heart for time to go a little slower, a little slower, Vernore took the initiative to end the kiss that warmed his cheeks. On the grounds that the special material of the mask can make the scars disappear faster, she smoothly put on the mask with the help of Thranduil, and slowly suppressed the shyness with the cover of the mask.

"What did you just hold in your hand?" Looking at the cards that had been discarded at his feet at some point, Vernor smiled at Thrandil, "Is it a game card that the dwarves use to kill time?" It doesn't look like the dwarven cards from hundreds of years ago. Can you teach me how to play? ”

"Absolutely." The Elf King subconsciously crouched down and picked up the cards scattered all over the place.