Vernore thought that with the temper of the elf king, he would inevitably say something rebuttal, but he didn't expect that the only thing that responded to him was silence. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I don't know how long it took, but Vernoer, who felt that something was wrong, turned around to look, only to find that the noble king didn't know when it started, and was half-kneeling facing him. Or perhaps sensing the movement, the Elven King raised his face, which was worthy of the work of Illuvita's artwork and had palm prints, and said in a choked voice, "Give it to me...... Love your right? Rest assured, I know your scruples...... I won't let my love destroy you. ”

Vernor froze. She had never imagined to face such a scenario. And the words spoken by the other party actually made her forget her anger, and even felt a little moved.

"I ......" she lowered her head and hesitated, just as she was about to say: I don't know, but I don't mind if you try it.

But the Elven King lost his patience.

After not waiting for any reaction from the other party for a long time, the noble king felt very aggrieved. He took two steps forward, grabbed the other man's robe, and said, "How can a king who is so humble as to beg for your love be indifferent that you can do nothing?" Do you want me to give you the whole king as a gift? ”

Very good! You're really my nightmare!

With a cold snort, Vernor took two steps back and began to put on his gloves and veil. She no longer looked at the elf king, who was still kneeling, and reminded in a cold voice: "Your Majesty, you must have drunk too much to show your love to a married female elf!" In order to prevent you from getting drunk again and behaving completely inappropriately with the king, I should never meet you again. ”

"I'm not drunk!" Thranduil, who had completely lost her mind, rushed forward to hug her again and kiss her, but was coldly pushed away by the other party. He could only pull the veil to delay the other party's departure.

"Anything goes, as long as you're willing to give me the right to love you." With the veil in his hand, Thranduil opened his arms to stop Vernor, who was trying to leave, and his tone returned to some of the Elven King's usual coldness. "Status? Money? Right? As long as I can afford it, you can mention it as you like. ”

"Enough, Thrandil! You've disappointed me to the extreme. ”

Outside the tent, the sound of horses' hooves was already sounding, and it was the Noldor cavalry under his command urging. Vernorr no longer spends time dealing with the Elven King. She took a few deep breaths, tried to suppress her anger, and rushed forward and grabbed Thranduil's arm. Before the other party could react, he stretched out his finger and lightly touched the outside of his bent elbow.

I felt that the palm of my hand suddenly went numb, and the veil was already in Vernor's hand. She sneered twice and took a few steps back, pulling the string around her neck after putting on her veil. The Starlight Gem jumped out of the armor and shone brightly on her chest. The light soon drew a graceful radial line and landed at Thranduil's feet.

The Elven King looked at his slightly open palm, and when the dazzling brilliance of the Starlight Gem blurred his vision, he realized that Vernor had retreated to the tent door.

"You should help it find its true owner as soon as possible, rather than leaving it to other creatures for safekeeping." With the last glove in hand, Vernor turned to leave, but was completely enraged by the Elven King's words.

He said, "Can't even the rarest gems of the Woodland Kingdom keep you with me?" What exactly do you want? Don't you understand, because that humble Sylvan elf once existed, except that I can't give you an official identity, I can give you whatever you want in the woodland kingdom. ”

"Very well, Thrandil. Then I want to never have to see you again! ”

Vernorr resolutely lifted the tent and alarmed the Noldor Knights, who had been waiting outside. The woodland soldiers stationed outside the tent gate looked at the Noldor elite cavalry who had been proud just now. They dismounted in almost unison and saluted solemnly to the Advisor. The advisor, who was full of anger between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, directly ignored them, turned on his horse in dozens of extremely respectful gazes, and walked away surrounded by more than a dozen elite cavalrymen.

Did Lord Advisor spend too much money on the Kingdom of Linton, so there were a bunch of Noldor cavalry around him wherever he went?

The woodland soldiers thought so.

The woodland soldiers could only see that the veil and cloak worn by the Advisor were slightly different from those worn by the other cavalrymen. But they didn't know that this difference represented an unspeakable noble status in the eyes of all the elves of Noldor, so noble that the orders issued were in turn the Most High King and the Noldor Prince.

If Thranduil had been a little more careful, he would have been able to see the difference between the veil and the cloak, and deduce that Vernorr was no longer a simple cavalryman. But after returning to the king's tent, the elf king first felt the shock of his soul, and then immersed in sadness, how could he pay attention to these details? The Elven King, whose feelings and self-esteem had been greatly hit, were half-sitting on the ground, trying to suppress more and more tears, and a sour nose that was almost unconscious.

Don't want to see me again? That's what you want?

Drying the tears from the corners of his eyes, Thranduil's vision finally cleared again, and he succeeded in stabbing his eyes with the light of the starlight gem. Holding out his hand with the large ring, he held the Starlight Gem in his hand. Thinking that the heirloom jewel had been worn on her for years, and now had to be separated from her in two different barracks, Thranduil could no longer contain her anger. He slammed to his feet and rushed to the wood-carved Oakes, ready to use the half-self-harming method he had been using all this time to relieve his troubles.

He thought that this time it would be the same as before, and the strong impact of the flesh and blood fist and the hard wood would somewhat calm his mind. Although doing so will make your palms blurry. Today, however, the situation has changed. When he threw a fist with the hand holding the Starlight Gem, causing the anger in his heart to fade with the impact, he found that there were no wounds on his hands. Hesitantly, he reached out and touched it, only to find that the rough wooden statue was covered in a thick layer of flannel of the same color. The soft, fluffy velvet fabric protects his palms without affecting the impact force in any way.

To be able to see the role of the wooden statue at a glance and make such an arrangement, who else can there be except to feel his own Vernoll with his heart? The great elven king could no longer control the gushing sadness, and cried out all the grievances and touches in his heart while holding the wooden statue. When the tears became less and less, until they were gone, Thranduil, who had regained his composure, looked at the jewel in his hand and made up his mind: I will let you carry it with you again.

Almost at the same time, Prince Noldor, who knew that the marriage proposal was just a rumor, also made up his mind to save Princess Silvermoon.