He didn't reveal his identity in full view, which would defeat the purpose of his visit. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info slowly walked to Lindil's side with his chest clutched, and Thranduil said slowly in a way that did not involve the wound as much as possible: "I forgive you for all your actions because of ignorance. ”

Gently raising his head in the wide felt hat, he looked directly at Lindil in his characteristic ice blue. In just a few seconds, Lindil showed a sudden realization, and instantly turned into a frightened expression. The Elf King nodded with satisfaction and whispered, "Don't alarm other creatures, I don't want too many creatures to know about this visit." Now, arrange for me to be secluded enough to be private, and then immediately have Elrond come and meet me quietly. ”

Five minutes later, after not closing his eyes for two days, Elrond, who had just fallen asleep, was pushed directly in front of Thranduil by Lindil in a half-asleep and half-awake. Before leaving, Lindil did not forget to "considerately" hand him a towel soaked in ice water, and repeatedly confirmed that the wise man had fully sobered up.

As the door to the room was closed from the outside by Lindil, who had left, Thranduil untied the black cloth that had been wrapped around him. In the bright light, the best healer in Middle-earth could see at a glance that the elven king's chest was still pierced with the wound of a broken arrow.

"Vera is on top! Don't tell me you didn't bring the Medic to the military exercise, that's why you came to me with it?" Elrond made no secret of his slight reproach as he opened the medical box and rummaged through the tools. "Although it didn't hurt the vital point, you should have found a woodland doctor to deal with it as soon as you were injured, at least don't take it all the way to the bump!"

"Elrond, are you suspecting that there is something wrong with my brain?" even though he was being healed, Thranduil gritted his teeth and resisted the pain. "Not to mention military exercises, even if you take hundreds of wood elves out for a walk, it is inevitable that there will be injured creatures, not to mention a large-scale military game in which many living beings participate? Of course, I brought most of the healers in the woodland to the Graton Plains! I didn't ask the healer to deal with it at the first time, because I didn't want the wood elves to know about it, so I quietly came to you for treatment. Luckily, it's a military exercise on the Plains of Graton, and you can get to it by crossing the Misty Mountains. ”

Oh, yes. Anyway, it's just you with an arrow in your chest, and you're not afraid to encounter enemies in the Misty Mountains. Anyway, your military exercise with the dwarves has not officially begun, and Oakes in the Misty Mountains has been frightened by the movements prepared before the battle. Not to mention that the frightened Oakes did not dare to take the initiative to attack the creatures passing by, even all the creatures in the Ringu wanted to find a quiet place to take refuge, so as not to be disturbed by your movements every day. That is, stupid creatures like Oakes did not react, and for the time being, they only knew how to hide and flee elsewhere.

Raising an eyebrow at the Elven King, the best healer in Middle-earth used the question as a way to distract the patient before pulling out the broken arrow. "Why do you want to come to me for healing 'quietly'? Are you afraid that you can't help but scream in pain during the healing process, which will affect your image as a king?"

The Elven King really put all his attention on the hairline of the Angry Wise Man.

"Am I so fragile in your eyes, and can I scream when I heal such a small wound?"

Thrandier, who felt underestimated, cursed Elrond's hair line in his heart, and straightened his chest and explained angrily: "I just don't want the wood elves to know that I'm injured!" Last month, I just accidentally scratched my finger, and the wound was shorter than a fingernail, so the woodland officials left their official duties, turned over and asked for visits, and a few of them actually looked at my injured fingers and touched their tears, and almost sent a communication team to ask you to come and heal." If they had known that I had been stabbed with an arrow, or in the chest, they would have made a fuss and come out to visit me. However, as long as the woodland elves encounter a problem involving my safety, they will never obey orders. I was afraid that they would leave the woodland behind, and rush straight to the plains of Graton, and rush to me to look at the wounds and weep bitterly. The feeling of being watched by countless sobbing elves is really worse than death, and the point is that I can't feel a trace of displeasure because of their care. ”

"It turns out that you didn't want to alarm the wood elves, so you came to me quietly?" Elrond, who was ready to draw the arrow, decided to give the choice of what medicine to use to Thrandil: "Although it didn't hurt the vital point, the elf itself also has a healing function, but the arrow pierced so deeply, in order not to affect your battle in the military exercise, you must let the wound be completely healed before leaving." Otherwise, the wound that has not healed will be torn under the intense exercise, which is equivalent to no cure. How many days do you have for me to heal it completely?"

"Five days. Give me five days to heal me, not even one more day. ”

Tomorrow the military exercise will officially begin, and in order to buy time for treatment, Thranduil has laid out a tactic to confuse the dwarves before setting off. Unfortunately, the tactics laid out under the rush could only make the dwarves dare not take the initiative to attack for five days at most. After five days, as the leader of the exercise, he must be in the dwarf's line of sight. Otherwise, the military exercises, which were originally planned to last for two months, are very likely to end due to the absence of the commander of the woodland side, and the early separation of victory and defeat.

"For the greatest healer in Middle-earth, such a small wound may not take five days, right?" The Elven King, who felt that time was precious, had no idea how much pain his decision would bring, but he did not politely make higher demands. "If you can cure me in three days, I don't mind telling you what a certain symbol in the Old Dwarven language means that you have been asking in your letters. ”

Elrond shook his head helplessly, and after asking the Elven King repeatedly, he picked up the bottle containing the black potion with an imperceptible sneer. Before making a move, he looked at the fearless Elf King again with unbearable eyes, and reminded: "Then when you are completely well, you must tell me what that symbol means." Don't break your promise!"

"What am I lying to you about?" ...... "Thranduil, who didn't think there was anything terrible about the healing process, only felt a flash in his eyes and an emptiness in his chest. The emptiness of the arrow piercing his body being pulled out made him subconsciously let out a soft snort. I wanted to praise "the action is so fast", but when I opened my mouth, I exhaled a long series of exclamations with a trill. As the liquid medicine flowed into the wound, the Elf King felt as if a sharp blade had been inserted into the wound, and this sharp blade was stirring rapidly......

The unspeakable pain not only made him sweat coldly, but also caused him to scream and groan of pain that he couldn't suppress, completely turning himself into a creature that was "fragile enough to scream when healing a small wound".