"Why don't you speak?" Furnor, who collapsed to the point that he had no struggle at all, gave Thranduil an even more confidence. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The probable cause made Thranduil so excited that her voice began to tremble. "You love me too, don't you? You can't bear to go on, can you?"

He straightened up, rested his chin lightly on Vernor's head, who was still trembling, and said softly, "I want the Wind Ring." I want to use the Ring of the Wind to give you the right to love and be loved. Finding that the body in his arms stiffened for a moment, Thranduil hurriedly explained: "With such a magical ring, I will definitely find a way to use it." Let you forget all the past, become a completely blank in thought, and can regain love. ”

"The elf who can regain love?" Furnor, who was said to be in his heart, could only quickly find an excuse to persuade the other party, and also in order to hide his heartbeat: "Don't imagine the Wind Ring to be so powerful. Even if you really control it completely, it won't make me forget the elf who disappeared in my arms. I can't forget Prince Noldor, who died because of my neglect. You must always remember that I am an elf who has had a husband, and no amount of powerful spell can make me qualified to love again. ”

As long as I stay away from this battlefield, I can forget everything. Forget my mistake that led to Isild's death, forget the insulting letter left by the High King, and forget how ruthless I was when I began to plot my escape while sorting out the remains of Prince Noldor. The most important thing is that you must be able to control your heart! You must not let Okpa disappear in vain, and you must not let yourself go back to your predetermined destiny step by step.

"Thrandil, I want to go back to the forest. After saying this, Vernoll could not stop crying. Isild's death and the energy expended on the alternation of power in the Kingdom of Linton completely broke down Vernor's tense spirit. She left the Elven King's embrace in tears, and fell to the ground with Thranduil's slender body in her arms: "Please give me the right to return to the forest, it is so sad for me here." ”

"Good. I'll take you back to the forest. The squatting motion caused Thranduil's foot to touch the fallen scepter, but it didn't stop him. The tearful face of Vernore worries him, but Isild's taunting of the Woodland Kingdom and his attack on him happened not long ago. Subconsciously looking at the scepter, he held Vernor's face and said, "Give me a few days, and take you back to the forest as soon as I kill Sauron." We leave this sad place forever. ”

"You're going to kill Sauron?" the scene of the High King's death slowly flashed before Vernor's eyes, making her forget to push away the Elven King who was kissing her.

On the day of Gilgalad's heroic death, Vernorr saw the Dark Lord for the first time. Even though he was surrounded by nearly a hundred of Noldor's best soldiers, Sauron, who was more than twice as tall as the elves, still cut off the head of the High King with great care. Thrandil, who had no melee soldiers and no Wind Ring, challenged Sauron, which was undoubtedly suicidal in the eyes of Vernor, who was not well-versed in warfare. What's more, the Elven King was also burdened with 20,000 dead wood elves and 2,000 Nomenorian cavalry. She was so anxious that she grabbed the other party's arm and shook it twice, not caring about the Elf King's kissing of her.

"Don't go, I don't want to see any living creature die at your hands again. ”

The nervous gesture and language only made the elf king slightly flustered, and continued to kiss the tears on her face. In order not to let this rare sweetness slip away, Thranduil seized the gap and replied faintly. "Don't worry, I'm reluctant to let any of the Wood Elves die. This time I was the only one to go. ”

"Are you going to do it yourself?" pushed the other man away a bit, and Vernoll tried to find a hint of ridicule in Thranduil's face, in order to confirm that the information was just a joke he had uttered casually.

"Hmm. In order to get you back to the forest as soon as possible, I'm going to kill Sauron. The Elven King's kiss on Vernor's forehead did not contain any perfunctory or joking elements. "You and Isild are right, the power of the woodland is my strength. If it weren't for the fact that the woodland didn't have the capital to compete with Linton, he wouldn't dare let you kiss him in front of me even if he had the Wind Ring! So without the Wood Elves, I'm nothing, and I won't joke about the immortality of the Wood Elves anymore. For your sake, for my wood elves, for the woodlands, I'll go myself. ”

The game king, who has taken over the royal power for seven years and can show an evil smile on the battlefield on the line of life and death, finally understands the true mission of the king after seeing his beloved creatures kiss other creatures. Respect for his mission earned him a different perspective from Vernor. I found that the other party had been moved to the point that I only knew that I would mumble, "Don't go." I don't want to see you hurt ...... again", the Elf King decisively stretched out his hands to support his haunting face. The lips touched each other's cheeks red, but without any resistance, and Thranduil changed the direction of his hand. He lifted Vernoll in the air, only to gently push him up a little when he had to lift his head to keep from her red lips.

"Do you know how much I love you, Fnorr?" stared at her tightly closed but twitching eyes, and Thranel shattered his dreams again with words. "When you kissed Isilde, I wished he had killed me. But I can't die. Someday, I will make the woodland stand above Linton, and Isild will taste a hundred times more pain. ”

The red glow that fascinated the Elven King quickly disappeared into Vernor's face. With a cold "let me down", the ruthlessness of the whole body retreat turned into an overwhelming sadness that enveloped Vernor.

Without the fierce conflict caused by the Elven King's sword, how could the kind-hearted Prince Noldor do the rest, and how could he have begun to carry out the divorce so that he would have died on the battlefield because of a necklace? Even though the Supreme King had made a clear bid disgusted him, his son had not done anything wrong. Even if it was the orc weapon that brought Isild to his immortality in the first place, shouldn't I be responsible for his death?

Finding that the Elven King had no intention of letting go of herself at all, she wrapped her hands around the other party's arms and said with a feigned smile: "As you wish, Isild is dead. The pain of stopping eternal life will be a hundredfold greater. ”

Originally, he just wanted to use his power to get out of his embrace, and he didn't intend to hurt the other party, after all, the attack power would be relatively weakened after his feet left the ground. Thranduil could be heard gritting his teeth and saying, "What is the point of stopping eternal life? The size of the attack power is no longer in the scope of consideration.