In addition to being loyal, the Wood Elves are kind enough. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although he was in awe of his king, several young wood elves around the elf king still raised their voices after seeing the advisor with red and swollen eyes.

"Advisor's eyes are swollen like peaches, and I don't know how long it will take." The wood elf who poured wine for the Elf King turned his face sideways and said to the attendants beside him. But his pitch had risen markedly, and though he was speaking in the opposite direction, at least ten paces away, Thranduil could hear it clearly.

"I don't know, I've never seen an elf cry like this......" The other squire replied with a slight increase in his voice. In particular, he said, "I heard that humans use hot objects to help eliminate swelling. Is it okay to put charcoal in a box and wrap it in silk cloth and stick it to the swollen area? ”

"Your Majesty, what they say seems to make a lot of sense. You wouldn't mind asking humans about this technique right now, would you? The male attendant who helped the Elf King change his robe took two steps back and said, his face showing an infinite yearning look, as if he was really just learning one more human skill. Thranduil, apparently guessing what they meant, softened her already tense face.

Didn't you just want to remind me that I shouldn't target her? Don't you think I'm too her? I don't want to, and I can't bear to make her miserable. But damn Thranduil, you have planned everything, how did you forget the fact that she has already been married and can no longer love? Could it be that she had marital flaws that you never took to heart?

Thinking of Vernor, who had been crying hoarsely in his arms not long ago, Thrandil's heart twitched again. The unwillingness and indignation all over his body also turned into self-blame and regret.

How can you forget her previous marriage? Even if you don't care at all, you can't forget that she doesn't have the ability to love anymore. If you hadn't thought of it at all, wouldn't it be better to force her to live than to die? Use the true feelings of all female elves and the disappearance of an emperor as a bargaining chip, forcing her to agree to what she can't do. I had only a slight encounter with a few strange human women, and I was almost punished by the ashes of holiness. Insisting on letting her love again against the characteristics of the elves, the consequences will be unimaginably serious, right?

Thrandier, whose blue eyes turned in panic, rejoiced that Vernorr was strong enough to cry and his eyes were red and swollen under the immense pressure that the other elves could not bear.

"Go ahead. I've got something to get rid of the swelling and bring it to me. The elf king, who was feeling more and more heartache, stroked his forehead and complained: "Don't pretend anymore, I know what you want to say." I'll send it to her myself in a moment. ”

Your Majesty is finally willing to take pity on the advisor! All the wood elves secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew that a noble king would not speak too softly in front of his attendants for the sake of his majesty, it would be nice if the aggrieved adviser could be comforted. What is it if we can hear it? With this in mind, all the wood elves moved. In just ten minutes, a hollowed-out silver box wrapped in fine silk cloth and filled with charcoal was handed to Thranduil. The Wood Elf who brought it also made a voice that sounded encouraging in the Elven King's ears: "The advisor is now alone in her room. Your Majesty will send it over now? ”

Even in the whole of Yiya, there is no more lovely race than the wood elves. Thranduil, who was full of emotion, hesitated for a moment with the thing in his hand, and the attendant beside him issued a slightly frightened reminder: "It's late at night......

Yes, she didn't come over to replace the other attendants in the middle of the night, was she angry with me or sad?

Thranduil decided that no matter what she thought, even if she had provoked this matter that was too cruel for both parties, she should naturally take the initiative to resolve it. He got up from his chair and tried to take a few steps, not feeling very difficult, but a little surprised by the reaction of the wood elves around him. They did not take the initiative to come to support them as usual, but looked at him with a mixture of worry and encouragement.

"You're not going, are you?" Thranduil tilted her head to test the motionless squires.

"If Your Majesty is feeling that it is very difficult, of course we will go with you. If Your Majesty hadn't asked for it, we wouldn't have gone. The youngest attendant subconsciously looked at the gate and said happily: "Walk out of the gate, turn left and walk a few dozen steps." Fortunately, His Majesty had the foresight to let the Advisor live in the nearest room. ”

With a dull "um" sound, Thranduil patiently let the attendants help him drape a thin cloak. When she walked to the door, she happened to meet a wood elf attendant who had just returned, and when she learned that the king was going to send something to the advisor, she shook the flower branch in her hand and asked very worriedly, "Can you please bring this with you?" It was sent from Gondor. I didn't expect such beautiful flowers to bloom in winter. ”

As the flower branch in his hand was taken over, the elf king, who always had a strained face in the eyes of the female elf, actually showed an incomparably soft smile to her.

"You're all the best kids." After dropping these words, Thranduil, who even felt a little uncomfortable herself, hurried away. Only a group of wood elves remained who had not yet reacted. After a full minute, the female elf, who still maintained the posture of handing over the flower branches, shouted softly: "Your Majesty actually smiled at me!" When His Majesty smiles, his eyes shine brighter than the starry sky. ”

The eyes that were brighter than the starry sky brought a flattering mood the moment they pushed the door open. Although after discovering his arrival, Vernore closed the window as soon as possible to stop the cold wind from the window, but her lack of a good look still made the Elf King feel a little weak.

"Your Majesty......" She stood up from the windowsill, lowered her head and clasped her hands together unconsciously, and said apologetically: "I didn't pay attention to the time just now, so I kept you waiting for a long time." I'll go with you now. ”

Thranduil really wished she could justifiably throw a roll of the eyes, or simply accuse him of being cruel to herself. In this way, the feeling of self-blame in my heart can be somewhat reduced. But what are the facts? Once again, Vernor's apologies that were born of understanding and tolerance, and the way he considered the problem from his standpoint, treated the king who had driven himself to the brink of collapse not long ago, which also made Thrandier's blue eyes instantly red.

"It's not Your Majesty, it's Thranduil here." With the largest step, he stepped forward, but cautiously stopped a step ahead of her. As he handed her the things in his hand, Thranduil said with a choked voice, "Humans use this to get rid of swelling and pain. Can you give me the opportunity to help you? ”