In the eyes of the owner of the Wind Ring, the Woodland King's illness is not cured by the Wind Ring at all! This disease is the selfishness in his bones caused by living a life of stars and moons for a long time, so selfish that he has no way to take into account the feelings of other living beings. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the short time that the squire pushed open the door to the dormitory until he exited and closed the door, Elrond had used the Wind Ring's sensing abilities to confirm that Thranduil was fine except that he was a little weak. This guy can kill a hundred Oaks in no time as long as he gets some sleep. But he deceived me with the excuse that he was about to die!

An inexplicable rage rose from his heels, causing Elrond to completely ignore the others. He rushed to Thranduil, who was curled up in a chair, and grabbed him by the collar before he could take the teacup of hot water that Thranduil was holding.

"You'd better explain to me, why did you trick me with death?" Verria the Wind Ring felt her master's wrath and burst into a dazzling light that pierced Thranduil's eyes subconsciously.

"Do you know that I was in such a hurry that I left all the things about Ringu behind? Do you know how many seriously injured humans have just started to know about the cure?" Before ......he could finish speaking, Elan Lund was shocked by Thrandier's uncognizable behavior.

In Elrond's cognition, with the temper of the elven king, he had already subconsciously fought back when he was grabbed by the collar by other creatures. But not only did he not fight back, he didn't even have the slightest intention of struggling, and let the twisted collar snap marks on his slender neck. After noticing that something was wrong, Elrond let go of his hand, and actually saw the mist of water covering Thrandil's pale blue eyes turn into two tears, slowly sliding out of the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't lie to you. If the Wind Rings didn't have the magic to erase my memory, it might not be long before the woodlands would announce my death. Freed from Elrond's tug, Thranduil pulled the curtain behind him with his backhand that hung from the ceiling to the ground. As the gold-beaded curtains slowly parted at both ends, Elrond saw the elves lying in them covered in bruises, and heard the hollow and desperate voice of the Elven King: "A few days ago, I just brought her back from Oakes......"

Despite her hands being held in platens, her body covered in bandages, and even her face covered with a mask made of precious medicinal herbs, Elrond confirmed her identity through blonde hair that reached just below the base of her ears. The doctor's habitual thinking made him instantly put the first priority of checking the injury.

"You didn't hesitate to let her self-healing ability be reduced by her deep sleep, just to wait for the Wind Ring to erase her memory?" Frowning at the bandage on Vernor's right leg, which had been soaked with yellow turbidity, Elrond hesitated and stretched out his hand with the Wind Ring.

"Thrandil, the Wind Ring is not Illuvita. Even if it had become a part of my body, it wouldn't be strong enough to erase my memory. Looking sideways at Thranduil's hands in his hair, showing a look of despair, Elrond hurriedly comforted: "I also know that most of the female elves who have been abducted by Oaks cannot forget the physical contact that Oakes had with them, and finally died of excessive grief in the midst of painful memories. But your advisor, I think with her strength can get through. Are you a little too pessimistic?"

Seeing that the other party was just silently tugging at his hair, Elrond coughed and adjusted his tone to be more gentle. "The old wound on her right leg has been re-inflicted, and this injury is a stubborn disease that the elves' healing function cannot completely remove. Let her come to her senses. The Wind Ring, combined with her own self-healing abilities, can more quickly suppress the aftermath left by the Dome Deer's hoof fluid. You see......"

"No, don't let her wake up. ”

A gust of wind flashed by his side, and his outstretched hand in mid-air was clutched by Thrandier. Holy elves rarely make physical contact even between father and daughter, and calloused hands leave soon after making contact. But their owner leaned against the bed, like a strong barrier to Elrond.

"Not only did she die of excessive grief, but I was afraid that she would come to her senses, and would never give me a chance to see her again......" Thranduil succeeded in reminding the best healers of Middle-earth of all the female elves who had been rescued from Oakes, and of their almost consistent behavior when they woke up.

The holiness of the elves means that all elves do not have physical contact with the opposite sex other than their relatives and partners, but every elf who is kidnapped by Oaks cannot escape cruel torture. Filthy and evil, Oaks would not do anything to destroy elves, but they would inevitably torture them with their dirty hands, both physically and skin-to-skin. Even if the captive female elf is rescued, it is difficult to forget what she has suffered. They were intoxicated by nightmarish memories, and again and again Oakes was reminded of Oakes slashing across their holy skin with his dirty hands......

The gender of the abuser makes them feel strongly repulsive towards the opposite sex. Even if they are of the opposite sex of the same race, even if they are their own fathers or partners, forcibly approaching them will cause them to resist violently and even faint. But what Elrond didn't expect was that Thrandil's mother was actually one of them.

"It was 3282 in the Second Age, and I was 48 years old. Covering her cheeks with her hands, Thranduil was still unable to hide her grief. "After my mother was rescued, she refused to see me and my father again until she died. No matter how much I cried, my father would not allow me to enter my mother's bedchamber. My father said that my presence would make my mother more miserable, but I didn't believe it! I tried to sneak up on the window to look at her, but she screamed and convulsed. It wasn't until a year later, when she left out of excessive sadness, that I was able to see her remains. Over the course of the year, no matter how loud I cried in front of the door, begging her not to let me be a child without Nana, I still couldn't stop her from indulging in endless sadness. It was only later that I realized that she had imagined all the male beings to be the Oaks who tortured her, even her son......"

Reaching out to stop Elrond from trying to speak, Thrandeil closed his eyes and raised his slender neck, completely immersed in his own world.

"After she left, I actually started to hate her. It was her tenderness that made her so vulnerable, so fragile that I was a child without a mother at the age of 49. ”