"Doesn't sound like much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Thranduil, who lost interest, withdrew his hand abruptly, but felt that something was wrong. "Then you went out of your way to the civilian area to buy them?"

No, no, except for the matter of frozen pears, when it comes to human beings, Vernor's attitude is always a little strange. What exactly is the reason?

Thranduil put down the cup in his hand with great interest, and picked up a frozen pear in spite of the hindrance.

Of course, Vernorr wouldn't tell him that frozen pears were the most delicious fruit for his childhood life in the human kingdom. I deliberately went to the civilian area to buy it, just to miss the delicious food that was not much in my childhood.

There is no need to provoke sympathy or unhappiness from other beings for the sake of a frozen past. There was no need to let Thranduil know that there were some reasons for this painful past. Just as she was trying to find an excuse to prevaricate at will, the elf king, who had been frowning and looking at the fruit in her hand, asked questions one step ahead of her.

"How do you know about this common fruit among human civilians? You seem to be familiar with the human kingdom?" Although completely disinterested in the gray and speckled fruit on the surface, Thranduil picked up some unusual information. As he quickly recalls Vernor's past behavior towards humans, he discovers something out of the ordinary. That is, Vernorr seems to be very familiar with Gondor. She knew the streets of the country's civilians, their habits, and even knew that frozen pears only appeared in winter.

She had lived in the human kingdom, so she had an unimaginable tolerance for humans, and as the uncertainties came to her mind, Thranduil had a chance to learn what was going on. If he could follow this subtle clue and explore it with the same seriousness as he did about war or state affairs, he would have known many years earlier the important reason for Vernoer's refusal to accept him, and he would have been able to find a way to really impress the other party as soon as possible.

It's a pity, if only if. For a king who has a heart for the forest, looks at the whole of Middle-earth, and is still at war, it is too easy for small mysteries to be drowned out by the political affairs in front of him. Most importantly, the person concerned has no desire to let him know at all.

"I have lived in the human kingdom for a while. Even before Gondor was established, this territory was still under the control of the Edenites. Unwilling to mention the past, Vernoll pursed his lips and said against his will: "At that time, some civilians were very ...... to me Friendly. Occasionally, they visit where they live. ”

"Oh?" said Thranduil, looking at Vernor, suspiciously. After waiting for a while, seeing that she didn't want to say another word, she simply handed the strange fruit in her hand to her mouth. Having little contact with civilian food, he closed his eyes and nibbled on it. Who knew that just one bite of contact made him feel a cold breath penetrate from his mouth and into his whole body.

The cold season fruit that the commoners like can make an ordinary human child happy, and it can also make the female elves who have lived with them go out of their way to find it, but when it comes to the mouth of the elf king at this time, it causes him to shiver with cold. Hearing the sound, Vernoll turned around immediately, and was a little confused. After helping the elf king fasten his robe, seeing that he was still a little trembling, he hurriedly removed his gloves to help him rub his hands. It wasn't until the big hands covered with calluses warmed up that I carefully helped him put on heavy gloves.

"I told you not to try. Why don't you listen?" Funor, who was behind him helping to tighten his collar, did not see the smugness on the Elven King's face, and said with some disgust: "Not everything is suitable for you. ”

I know, but I don't want to miss out on something you like. Thranduil, who was still in the dark, coughed lightly and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Okay. It was my fault. Pack up and move on. ”

"Still moving forward?" Glancing at the direction the Elf King had just said, Furnoer said with some hesitation: "There is still a long way to go, and you were shivering with cold just now." Why don't you go back today and come back tomorrow?"

Come back tomorrow? How can you do it? Tomorrow there are things that need to be done tomorrow, and tomorrow may not have such a good opportunity. The most important thing is that in the few days from tomorrow until the return of Gondor and the King of the Lonely Mountain, I still want to take the opportunity to be with you...... After the two of them returned, there must be countless questions to discuss about the war, and they can't get out at all.

Although he was afraid of missing this opportunity, Thranduil adjusted his expression the moment Vernorr walked forward. He shook his head with a serious face, and said firmly: "It took three days for the spy to settle on the position. How can I come back tomorrow? I don't know if I will get what I want tomorrow......"

I didn't know that the cave carefully selected by the Elf King was designed to allow him to face his heart. In the case of absolute trust, Vernaor did not say anything.

"Let's go, then. Picking up the items scattered on the ground, Vernore said with some concern, "Are you feeling okay?"

"A little tired. Can you help me?" and naturally extended his hand to her, and Thranduil said meaningfully, "It's cold, and I don't have the strength." You're going to hold me to my destination, right?"

"Hmm. It's an honor to accompany the King of the Forest. ”

This is the only response that Vernorr can give to Thrandier at the moment. It has nothing to do with love, it comes purely from the servant's desire to serve the monarch.

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On this morning when the heavy snow had stopped, the Elven King, with the support of his advisors, slowly approached the Mordor Mountains. Truth be told, it wasn't an easy one. Although the speed of recovery was beyond imagination, and the physical strength of the temporary farewell had recovered somewhat, the thick snow still made Thranduil feel strained with every step.

Whenever he tried to stop, he felt tired as soon as his eyes touched the female elf around him. Looking at the hole that was getting closer and closer, Thranduil said to herself: The sooner you arrive, the sooner she will face her heart, and it will also mean that she will accept you sooner. Come on, you can do it.

With this conviction, at noon he finally stood at the mouth of the short cave. When Vernor went in to check first, he looked back at the way he had come, waiting where he was.

In the sunlight, the snow path with footprints stretched all the way to the front of Mordor. If Sauron had been around and the siege had not lasted for months, the creatures in Mordor would have come out of the city to attack with only the footprints of the four lines.

Not letting go of any lonely creatures and not missing a single opportunity to bully the weak is one of the important reasons why Oakes is regarded as an evil creature. However, at this time, Thranduil was not worried at all.