When Thranduil walked back to his tent on foot, and watched the numerous attendants enter and exit through the wide open tent door with all kinds of goods, he lost the courage to rush in at once. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info mainly, I don't know how to open my mouth after seeing it.

Pretending to be aggrieved? Let Vernor weave another crown for himself? Thranduil himself thought it was ridiculous. The news of the marriage brought Isild in, but he came up with a solution. Will Vernore angrily refuse because Princess Silver Moon was being used by herself, right? Ordered her to make up a new one as a king? He was sure he couldn't do that at this point.

Seeing Edmund hurrying into the king's tent, Thranduil, who still hadn't planned for it, let out a long sigh. He walked to the tent door and made a silent gesture at the passing elves. When he made sure that he was in such a position that the creatures inside the tent could not see him, he pulled the robes of the soldiers around him and wiped them indiscriminately. It wasn't until there was no more strange dirt on his hands and body that he had the courage to slowly approach the tent door.

"Lord Edmund, there are some things that I must convey to you very seriously." Vernor's slightly angry voice reached his ears with great clarity. "Regarding the things around Your Majesty, please don't just look at it with your eyes, you should think about it with your heart."

Thinking with your heart?

Thranduil hurriedly made another silent motion, silencing all the creatures that saw him. He looked at Vernore, who was sitting in his chair with his back to him, and waited for her to give a thoughtful answer.

"When Your Majesty was crowned, the reason why he braided a crown from a tree branch is that you think it was just an accident? The new crown for the king in the royal city was not broken by me, but I didn't bring it at all—it was too heavy! Didn't you really find out that His Majesty doesn't like to carry something too heavy on his head? Don't you really know why the rich Majesty only has a battle crown? Because that diamond tiara is light enough. That's why I asked you to replace Your Majesty's diamond tiara with a lighter material. After a slight pause, Vernor's arms moved again, and his tone softened. His Majesty will unconsciously frown when he wears a diamond tiara, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows will become deeper and deeper. Maybe he also has mild headaches...... A king himself has to bear too much weight that is invisible to the naked eye, and adding weight to his head is a hundred times more painful than seeing the treasury empty. In short, the crown that was too heavy must have made him feel uncomfortable. In fact, you only need to try it with your hands to know the difference between the weight of the crown of a tree branch and the crown of a metal imitation. Please pass it on, please keep the crown of leaves that you are knitting now, I don't want to hear about the crown being discarded or lost. ”

All the creatures in the king's tent who could see Thranduil noticed that the king's eyes were shining brighter at this moment. Of course, they would not know that this was because the thoughts hidden in their hearts could be understood and known by another being, and the Elven King was moved to tears in his eyes.

"In addition, I need to tell you very solemnly about the power war. Well, it's all because I didn't have time to talk to you before I went to the Noldor barracks. Vernorr stretched out his finger and pointed to the scepter that had been placed in its place, "Maybe it's because of the situation at the time of the coronation, His Majesty will think of something bad when he sees the scepter, and he won't like the scepter to be placed in too prominent a position." Remember to remind the other followers not to change the way and where the scepter is placed. Oh...... Oh, my God! ”

Vernore stopped what he was doing, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. "Let's go down first. In a few days, I will arrange for a few of my attendants to come to me at the Noldor tent, and I will teach them how to weave a crown. Now, please give me a moment ......"

Edmund wanted to remind her: you certainly can't do precision knitting with gloves. He also wanted to say to the advisor: you really should go and rest. Perhaps because he had just come down from the battlefield, he noticed that the advisor's eyes had become dull. However, the elven king standing at the door of the tent with a complicated expression waved his hand, signaling them to leave silently.

When all the creatures had withdrawn, the heavy curtain closed behind Thrandil. He didn't dare to move, silently watching the back in front of him go from erect to fluffy, leaning completely on the hollow backrest. Vernor, who had removed her gloves, didn't make him wait long, and after letting out a long sigh, she leaned back, not even picking up the empty cup in her hand that had accidentally touched the ground. He just stretched out a hand to support his head on the armrest, and he didn't move for a long time.

Did you fall asleep? Thranduil opened his mouth and silently adjusted it many times, making a shout that was not very loud, but enough for the other party to hear, and the back in front of him did not move. He was finally able to move his stiff body a little, and let the tears in his eyes flow silently.

Thranduil was ambivalent. He wanted to rush up immediately, hugging Vernoll and never letting go. But he felt that the female elf in front of him was like an illusory light, and if the movement was a little bigger, the light would disappear without a trace. He even stretched out his palm and gently swiped between the gap with the other party, after all, what he had just heard and saw seemed to be an understanding that could only be pursued in a dream.

If the admiration for Vernoer in the past was mostly due to admiration, then the emotion at this time is completely out of the individual's state of mind. After missing his father, he was crowned in a hurry, and he had to shoulder the burden of the whole country with his still young shoulders; With 500,000 enemies in front and the pressure of the alliance behind them, they rushed to their fate with the confidence of death; Thranduil originally thought that in the entire Middle-earth continent, there was no living creature who could understand his helplessness and pressure. They will only bow their heads and quietly marvel at the beauty and fancy dress of the Elven King, or laugh at their strange hobbies and behaviors. But Vernor's words just now made him understand that there was a female elf who understood herself six years ago.

The Middle-earth continent is surrounded by thousands of miles, and you are the only one who knows me!

On the last day of the Second Age 3440, the galaxy in Thrandil's blue eyes changed slightly. The tiny highlights slowly converge in the middle of the eyeballs, eventually forming a slender female elf pattern. If he could see the visions in his eyes, Thranduil would see the figure of Vernoer changing in his eyes, the lightness and agility of his movements like the blonde hair that swept in front of him at first sight, close but difficult to touch.

Trying his best to keep his movements light, he wiped away his tears as he approached the female elf in front of him. It wasn't until standing on the opposite side, looking at the female elf who was still holding the crown of the branch in one hand when she was sleeping with her veil peeled off and her head tilted, that she was sure that everything she heard and saw was real. This also made him determined to have her forever. Even if she is really as fleeting as light, she must hold it in her hand.