Right. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I have time. From the death of Okpa in 3338 A.D. to the present, it has been a full 97 years to finally find two related beings, so why worry about it for a while? Moreover, the entire Noldor military camp has been protected by Villia, the Ring of the High King's Wind, and his wounds can be healed only the next day. She rolled over, and fell asleep to the sound of the horn and breathing in the scented air.

Returning to the king's tent, Thranduil was surrounded by four Avari elves, making him think that he had gone to the wrong tent. They swept up and down Thrandil with their delicate crystal incense carvings, provoking the Elven King to almost draw his sword to break the siege.

"It's just a matter of getting rid of the odor. The princess nurse, who was full of vicissitudes on her face, sniffled on the side and said with a straight face: "Although it is on the battlefield, everything is simple." But the princess is very delicate, and any smell may make the princess's skin red or itchy. ”

Then go back to your gorgeous tent. Is it to torture me in my royal tent? Then wipe your hands, change your clothes, and comb your hair, are these things really suitable for the battlefield?

The iron-faced Elf King finally didn't say this, because the gentle Princess Silver Moon came over with a shy smile and a cup of tea. "You must be thirsty. I made it with flowers. ”

Thranduil blocked it with his big hand, and without saying a word, he grabbed his robe and ran away. After entering the cooking camp, I took a bottle of wine and drank it wildly, and then I felt that my throat was not so dry. The strange scent on his body still teased his sense of smell. After sneezing, he couldn't help but sigh: "The female elf is so troublesome? Why didn't I know before?"

"Don't rush to prepare me lunch just yet. He beckoned an elf, "Go and have a look at the Noldor." As soon as the fighting stopped, he came and called me. ”

A few hours later, the Elven King single-handedly rushed to Elrond's tent. And after scaring away all the living beings with his eyes, he landed on Elrond, who had just come down from the battlefield.

"Say, why did my advisor come to the Noldor Legion?" said with a deliberate exaggerated gesture, Thranduil resting his hand on the hilt of his saber and shaking the index finger of his other hand in front of Elrond's eyes. "If you want to say that you don't know, I think that if a king accidentally injures a lord whose territory is only the size of a fingernail on the map, the most he will lose is some jewels, right?"

"Your own advisor, and you're still asking me...... Tap, Thrandil. Elrond had no idea that the Elven King would actually raise his foot and kick him, and the pain and anger made him wave his hand and want to slap it back. But where is Elrond, who has not eaten lunch yet and fought fiercely for several hours, the elven king's opponent?

He grabbed Elrond's swung palm and tilted the corners of his mouth to back him on the chair. Completely impatient, Thrandeil stretched out a foot and stomped heavily on the left side of Elrond's face, bent down and leaned into the other person's ear and said coldly, "Do you really want to see what your adoptive father will do with me?"

It was then that Lindil, who was anxious for the Savior, burst in. Seeing the sight in front of him that could cause countless flaws in the living beings, Lindil was completely stunned. Because he was so excited when he rushed into the tent, he lifted the curtain high, and the elves, who had been listening to the movement outside, also opened the curtain and witnessed the strange posture of a king and a lord.

Even in the midst of war, even a kind elf still has a gossip heart. Lord Rivendell and the Elven King had a transcendent relationship, and after they made a loud noise in the camp, the news that the Lord was crushed by the Elven King spread throughout the Noldor camp at an incredible speed. Only Vernore let out a wry smile when he heard the rumors: the Elven King has bullied the wise man again.

In the millennia that followed, whenever the living beings mentioned the "Last Alliance", they would always put on a solemn look that they had seen with their own eyes, and the scene of the friendship between the elven king and the lord Yue Chao was recounted in a loud voice......

"I really don't want to ask what happened to you and Thrandil, but ......" Elrond glared hard at a few elves passing by - for a month, whenever a creature saw him, he would always bow his head and snicker, and constantly remind him of that ridiculous rumor.

"But he's just going a little too far now. ”

"Do you mean that rumor?" asked Vernor, with some incredulity, "you don't look like a creature bothered by ridiculous rumors." ”

"Of course not just for that. Elrond pretended to be looking at the book in his hand with some weakness, but his tone was slightly angry. "He took Princess Silver Moon to dry for so long, not to mention how angry the High King was for the time being. After the end of the war in which the Noldor elves suffered the most casualties, he gave his subjects ten weddings in one go, not to mention how irritated the Noldor elves were. He spent three times the price to buy the equipment that the Arnoor Kingdom had been waiting for for three months, which was the amount used by 30,000 soldiers. He actually told King Arnorr that it was for the wood elf soldiers, and did the woodland soldiers who had taken a back seat really need them? Those thousands of archers would be enough to change their equipment for more than ten days a day. Well, that's not to mention, and most importantly, haven't you really heard that Thranduil has Sylvan elven children over the age of 20 trained for war every day? ”

Elrond didn't expect his words to make Vernor's body tremble, and he almost fell. All he could see was the eager blue eyes above the veil.

"Let the children be trained?" Furnorr thought of the battle perception in his mind during this time. But she didn't believe Thranduil would be willing to fight again. The war left him without his father and cornered. There doesn't seem to be any important reason for the Elven King to give up his dress and put on his suit.

"Why don't you persuade him about this!"

"Persuade?" Elrond let out a wry smile and shook his head. "The whole last alliance, and even if the High King said ten words, he could hear one or two. When the other creatures spoke, they were either choked by him and did not dare to speak, or they were too frightened by him to say anything before they could speak. Princess Silvermoon's affairs made the Supreme King not want to see him again, and now he was really quiet. ”

Looking at Vernor, who looked anxious and unprepared to leave, Elrond hated that iron could not be made of steel. "You still don't understand, maybe you can try to persuade him now. ”

This time, Vernoll also showed a wry smile. She didn't think that she had hurt the Elf King with Okpa, and the other party would still be able to listen to what she said. "I ...... It may not be possible to persuade him now. ”