"You shouldn't give any hope to the lower elves, you know that when they get hope, they will be disappointed and punished. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's always so easy to teach other beings. Thranduil retorted purely for the sake of rebuttal, and it didn't even occur to him whether he would mention something that the other party couldn't confront directly. "Don't tell me you didn't give Okpa hope. ”

The silver needle fell on the table, the sound so slight that it was barely detectable. Then there was silence and no sound was heard. If it weren't for the fact that he had noticed a gaffe and subconsciously looked up, Thranduil would not have seen Vernor's angry appearance.

Her brows were almost tangled, and her thin lips twitched slightly. Before Thranduil could say sorry, he had been pulled out of his leather chair by a tremendous force that was pushing him towards the door.

"Hey, Vernor, don't do that. I didn't mean to mention your late husband. He let out a scream as he got a kick on the hip, but began to move his feet to dodge the incoming attacks. "Vernor...... I really didn't mean to...... I ......"

With a "stuck", the door opened in front of his eyes, and the force on his waist made his body successfully jump out of the half-open door. The two doors made a "bell" sound, and they clenched tightly against the tip of his nose.

The soldier standing not far from the corridor glanced at him, and when he met his eyes, he immediately shrank his head and raised his chest, and returned to standing guard in perfect condition, looking directly at the tip of his nose, as if he had never seen him before.

He shook his head with a wry smile and patted his clothes and stood up straight. After making sure with his eyes that the door was absolutely closed, he walked in the opposite direction of the soldier. He didn't take two steps, and when he felt that something was wrong, he turned around and quickly returned to the door, and patted the door panel hard.

"Fnorr, this is my dormitory. ”

He was answered by the sound of a heavy object hitting the door panel.

"He's right!" said Vernor, pacing aimlessly in the prince's bedchamber in frustration. "If I had matured a little bit, I wouldn't have given him hope. So much so that he ......"

These days the poor prince lives in his cloakroom.

With the exception of clothes and weapons, all of his belongings were in his dormitory. There were no models, no animals, and certainly no opponents with whom he could play a few moves from time to time, and the prince found it boring. But at the thought of being thrown out again when he walked into the dormitory, he withdrew his step. Perhaps in a few days, she would be deflated, the prince comforted himself. But today, when he heard that the creature he had unceremoniously thrown out had managed to catch three crows, and that they were alive, Thranduil could hardly contain his curiosity.

To go or not to go, to go or not to go?, the prince played with the ends of his hair with a little irritation. "Even if you really say the wrong thing, you should give me a chance to apologize. ”

As soon as the council of the woodland kingdom began, the poor prince was mentioned. The rhythm is still the same old routine, first exaggerating the unequal treatment that the prince has been subjected to these days, and then demanding justice from the king. Normally, the king would put on a "everything is under control" expression and say a few words to calm everyone's anger, but today, the king slapped a few official documents on the table.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, just look at these official letters from Rievendell. At this time, King Aurifel's eyes narrowed slightly, propped one palm on the desk, and the other hand unconsciously stroked his chin. This is a very rare action that only occurs when the king of the woodland is hesitant.

All the officials kept their mouths shut, and even kept their movements as light as possible. Taking the official document handed by the guard, they quickly circulated it, and their solemn expressions covered everyone's faces.

"The dwarves will also be involved in the upcoming big war. King Aurifel opened his eyes and took in the dismay on the faces of all the elves present, "The thought of fighting alongside the dwarves who coveted the diamonds and killed the great Ting King made me feel impulsive to issue a letter of withdrawal from the war. ”

One or two officials opened their mouths to speak, but they were quickly silenced by the eyes of the other officials. Everyone knows that this is an overly sensitive subject, and as an official, it is better not to say anything until the king has not taken a stand. Anyway, everyone has enough confidence in the king, and the king will do whatever the king says.

"Dwarves, greedy dwarves, what can they do in my eyes but mess up a good thing?" said Aurelfer, looking at the ornate and expensive decorations that filled the hall. "Okay. I'll admit that the dwarven craft is pretty good. But aren't they using this specialty to make the Elven King's Court uneasy?"

The officials continued to be quiet, ceding the entire stage to King Orifer for a one-man show. After the king had expressed his anger and reluctance in a mixture of Sinda and lingua franca, he finally made a decision.

"The final battle of the Alliance is of great significance, and my Woodland Kingdom will inevitably respond to the invitation of the High King of the Noldor Elves and the Friend of the Elves, Elendil! ”

The officials who had been silently typing the draft in their hearts all breathed a sigh of relief and expounded their ideas and suggestions without reservation in the order of their status and inferiority. After a period of heated debate and communication, the maids entered the council chamber with the eighth barrel of wine on their shoulders, and the meeting was finally confirmed - to provide a large amount of supplies and weapons, and to show the Noldor Elven High King that he was determined to control the army of the Woodland Kingdom.

The result of this will inevitably turn the country away from "rich and powerful", but it is the best way to stay away from the dwarves. Even the woodland kingdom, which is not currently wealthy, will not be able to maintain its current quality of life for at least the next five years. The wise King Aurifel is not saddened by the riches that are about to be delivered to others. Having experienced war for a long time, he knows better than anyone that victory or defeat is not the most terrible part of war, and that changes in the situation are very likely to bring things more terrible than defeat, and he must stay away from all hidden dangers other than fighting the enemy. If King Aurifel knew Chinese, he would have said, "Stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood." (The author is naughty - b)

The king's decisions were executed at breakneck speed. The meeting was scheduled before lunch, and the prince saw the "results" before dinner. Thranduil looked back at Confirmation, then turned to Edmund.

"Why does the ceiling of the main hall seem to have fewer stars, and the light in the whole hall is much dimmer?"

"Returning to Your Highness. The king ordered that some of the 'stars' made of jewels be exchanged for war supplies. ”

Thranduil, of course, also knew the "Last Alliance", and he had never experienced war before, and he was eager to go into battle immediately. However, for more than two years, all the Woodland Kingdom has done is to send weapons and war materials to Rivinedell in a steady stream.