The rare warm atmosphere made him stand on the spot and couldn't bear to bother him, but Minow, who was in a hurry to get close to her, was obviously a little impatient to wait. The northern dog breed that didn't like to make a noise www.biquge.info circled around the elf king three times, and after finding that the other party still had no intention of stepping forward, Mino, who was held by the reins, had to walk in the direction of Vernorr as much as possible, and at the same time let out a long series of whimpering sounds to express his intimacy.

The whimpering sound of endless longing softly interrupted the joyful atmosphere and drew all eyes to it. Thranduil felt that in the blink of an eye all the maids were on their feet. They all put on serious expressions and stood with their heads bowed, looking like they were facing a great enemy. Even Vernoer, who subconsciously smiled in the direction of Mino, had irrepressible panic in his eyes.

Isn't it scary for me to stand with a cute pet like Mino? The Elf King coughed lightly, and while pulling Mino to slowly approach, he smiled and asked in what he thought was a very soft voice, "What were you laughing at just now?" ”

"It's a travelogue written by Lord Rivendell, and the maid was reading the joyful content just now." Vernore stretched out a foot and tapped a spot below Mino's head, and the pet that was so excited that it was spinning in place immediately retracted its hind legs, leaned on her leg and half-sat down unusually dignifiedly, without forgetting to slowly put its furry head on the owner's knees.

Glancing at the sky that was beginning to turn white, Thranduil was going to buy time alone as fast as he could. He put away his smile and put his hands behind his side in a pretended solemnity. "I have something to tell you. Changhe Town......"

Speaking of "Changhe Town", all the maids bent their knees at the same time to make a farewell salute and hurriedly withdrew from the dormitory.

The Wood Elf attendants knew that it was inconvenient for them to listen to state affairs, and the Wood Elves, who regarded wine as their life, did not want to hear the boring state politics. Before leaving, they had not forgotten to close the door of the dormitory so that the king and his advisers would have enough quiet space to discuss. No one knew that after the door of the dormitory was completely closed, the elven king with a solemn face showed a sneer under the slightly nervous eyes of the advisor.

"Nothing. It's just that I'm going to Changhe tomorrow and I'll be back in a few days. In order to relax as soon as possible, as he walked to the table to pick up the soup, he did not forget to briefly talk about the great benefits that Changhe Town would bring to the woodland. As he expected, after hearing that Changhe Town was willing to repair the river channel for the woodland for free, Vernoer snuggled softly into the couch.

When he held up a spoonful of soup with a spoon and tested the temperature before bringing it to the other person's mouth, Vernor became nervous again. She looked at the elf king who was half-squatting beside her, then at the spoon next to her mouth, and cautiously suggested: "This kind of thing, why don't Your Majesty ask the maids to do it?" ”

"The greatest healer of Middle-earth told me that every living being has an obligation to care for the sick." Stretching the spoon forward again, Thranduil raised an eyebrow and asked, "Just because I'm the Elven King, I can't even take care of the sick?" Don't make a fuss about Vernor. I'll be going to the festival in a little while. While there's still time, you eat your breakfast, and I'll say my word. ”

Even Vernore felt that there was something unusual about his behavior at this time.

Each of the elves who participated in the "Last Battle" had the elves around them help to bandage their wounds or help them back to their tents. On the battlefield of life and death, you don't pay attention to what race the creature that helps you is, so how can you care if it's the opposite sex? Although such behavior is inevitably contrary to the holiness of the elves, there are priorities, and the elves who pursue holiness to the extreme have to acquiesce in the behavior that is normal in the eyes of humans at the moment when their lives are at risk. And the current elf king just let himself have breakfast on his hand, and there was no physical contact.

After opening his mouth and swallowing the food in the spoon, the elf king put away his deliberately made slightly stunned expression and nodded with satisfaction. In the short time that followed, Thranduil not only helped Vernor finish his breakfast, but also gave a general account of the situation in Long River. The Elven King's brow furrowed at the mention of Qi Eryan's request to come to the woodland often to rest in the future, but he quickly became happy again. For after finishing breakfast, although Vernol was still a little frightened, did not stop him from wiping his mouth with a silk cloth.

"The Danden people are no less brave than the Orientals, and they are eternal friends with the elves. Although Essidor secretly withheld the ring, it was only his personal behavior. His Majesty was right to grant the request of the third prince of Arnoll to come and recuperate, and anyway, it was only a matter of spending some gold coins for hospitality. As for the deployment of Changhe Town, it seems that it will take your majesty hard to persuade Gushan and Hegu Town, after all, the joint deployment of the three places was initiated by you. You ......"

Completely lost in thought, Furnoll noticed that the Elven King's face was getting closer, and Thranduil had already reached below her waist. Before he could withdraw himself from his stunned and panicked emotions, his whole body was carefully carried sideways and left the chaise longue. And the initiator actually solemnly issued a warning: "You don't plan to disobey the doctor's advice and sit here all day, right?" I'm just helping a patient get back to bed. Soon. ”

Although he said that he was very fast, the elf king did not take a step of his own way. He looked at the female elf who was held up on his chest, and persuaded in the slowest tone: "Don't move, you may tear the wound that has not fully healed." Why are your ears red? Is there still a wound on the ear? It occurred to me that I had something to tell you......"

Vernor's pointed ears were so red that he could feel them start to burn. She frowned and tried her best to turn her face sideways from the other party, but she knew that once she began to struggle, it could make the situation even more unbearable. In the elven king's endless talk about inconsequential topics, she finally seized the opportunity to interject.

"I feel dizzy and want to get some sleep quickly." To make herself look more uncomfortable, she even moved her arm, which was still splint, despite Elrond's advice.

The arm that couldn't bend couldn't make a gesture of stroking his forehead, but it made the elf king, who was standing in place, subconsciously take a few steps forward. When he realized that he had entered the dormitory, and when he had reached the end of his short journey a few steps further, the lights had been dimmed by the brighter and brighter sky, and it was also a reminder that time was running out for the Elven King.

Looking at the red-eared female elf on her chest again, Thranduil decisively walked to the side of the bed and gently lowered her.

Indeed, I should have left to prepare for the ritual that must be completed by asking Iluvita. If Iluvita agrees, you'll soon be mine. If Illuvita doesn't agree......