"That's a great suggestion!" Nader jumped up immediately, grabbed his cloak and put it on. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn order to avoid the possible assignment of the Elf King as soon as possible, Nader also made an excuse. He said, "I can't wait to go to the city of rice to meet King Gondor, do you want to come along?"

"Hmm. I happen to be looking for King Gondor, too. He has sent his attendants to invite him. Looking at Nader standing on the spot with an indifferent expression, Thranduil said without moving: "Just wait for him here." Before he came, I happened to have something to ask you to help me do. ”

Please, please, this time it's over!

With a smile that was worse than crying, Nader had no choice but to paced up to Thranduil and said, "Just say, if I can do it......"

Then he heard the Elven King tell him why. Although the explanation is very detailed, it also analyzes the current and future situation very intimately. In the end, although Thranduil's tone was calm and indifferent as a government negotiation, his hands were tightly clenched. Even the expression on his face was mixed with helplessness and regret.

"This is the best way to keep Sauron out of the box. The sighing Elf King didn't even look at Nader, and said in an incomparably vicissitudes of life: "I hope you can give this help." ”

Nader has a feeling of falling from heaven to hell. Because Thranduil only said at this time that he wanted to make the siege of Mordor disappear.

No, it is not to disappear, not only to wipe out the glory that the dwarves have worked hard for more than two years to come, but also to actively participate in the dwarves to contribute to the loss of glory. If the besiegers were just dwarves from the Lonely Mountain, Nader felt that there was room for acceptance, but the ensuring army still had the strength of the other two dwarven kingdoms......

"Absolutely not!" Nader, who had never directly opposed the Elven King, was furious. He kept moving back and forth, his hands clenched into fists. Not daring to face the other party, Nader gritted his teeth and half-roared: "It is precisely because of this glory that more than 40,000 dwarves will stop harvesting wealth and endure the pain of more than two years of separation in this barren land. It is precisely in the same hope of this glory that the mines and iron hills will make the act of reinforcing the soldiers. Why should the dwarves have to give way to the emperor when they deserve something, and why should they give way to a possible hidden danger?"

Nader thinks that after saying this, the elven king, who has not been directly opposed, will respond to the thunderous rainstorm for him. But after a long time, the elf king did not respond. Nader, who was ready to parry, couldn't help but turn his head to look weirdly.

He saw the Elven King half-bowing his head, silently staring at the palms that were clasped on his lap. The two delicately trimmed thumbs are slightly cocked, and they have been doing boring movements around each other.

To be honest, Nader, the elven king of this kind, has never seen it. Although he had been in contact with him for nearly a decade, the blonde king had never done anything meaningless in Nader's eyes. His calloused hands command armies with blades or cut off the heads of his enemies, and his slender fingers hold the tip of a pen to write official letters that determine the fate of the kingdom, or he wields a wine glass and mingles with diplomatic creatures. Now, he was dealing with important affairs at any time, and he actually wrapped his thumbs around each other, and seemed to be in a state of sluggish thinking?Such a meaningless form would actually appear in the king of the woodland, and Nader couldn't help but be affected by the abnormality of the elf king, and the strange emotions became more and more intense, so heavy that the indignation in his heart was reduced.

How does he look more tormented than I am? As this thought came to mind, the burning anger was extinguished a lot.

"Are you alright?"

After asking in a low voice, Nader found that the Elven King was still unresponsive, as if he had entered a fugue state. He had no choice but to approach slowly and gently pat the other party's shoulder: "You didn't rest well yesterday?"

Thranduil came to his senses and raised his head to retract his confused expression.

"Yesterday?" a faint smile appeared on his face, and his eyes became unusually soft. "Yesterday was the best day of rest since I took the throne," he said. ”

Do you not care about the interests of the dwarves, and no matter what I say, I will let the dwarves lose everything to fulfill you and the humans?

Nader, who touched his chin, was furious. When he frowned and was about to show his intransigence in a firm tone again, Thranduil actually gave him an apologetic smile and asked sincerely, "Nader, do you mind listening to me first?"

It has to be said that the moment of harmony with Vernor last night, although it will only be an extremely brief memory, is enough for Thranduil to shake off all bad emotions when facing Nader. Not only did he smile apologetically, but he also got up and saluted with a very humble gesture. Such an act made Nader feel even more frightened, but in the face of such an elf king, Nader had no way to refuse.

Okay, you say it first. I can't give an account to the whole clan for taking everything you deserve, and even if I agree, things won't go the way you want!

With this in mind, Nader sat aside with a stiff face, quietly waiting for the Elven King's next words. To his surprise, the Elven King did not mention that this was done for the larger situation, and did not use the excuse that the Emperor was too young or that the Arnors needed a confident king's protection, but he bluntly laid out his interests.

This guy actually talked to me directly about interests!

Nader clenched the armrests of his hands in a frenzy, and rolled his eyes to sneer: When did he find it difficult for a dwarf to resist the temptation of profit? No wonder he knew that I wanted glory most and still had the peace of mind to talk to me. This guy has already calculated that the dwarves can't withstand the temptation of profit. Because the truth is, even if I don't care about Mordor's loot wealth, my cousins and cousins will, and the dwarven people will. The scariest thing is that my wife and mother especially care!

"You're saying that all the spoils of Mordor are ours as compensation?" After repeated confirmations, Nader had the feeling that he had fallen into hell when he saw heaven from afar, but had finally returned to the earthly world.

Seeing heaven is within reach of the glory of the siege of Mordor, falling into hell is to be robbed of the glory it deserves, and returning to the earthly world is naturally to lose the glory but get wealth as compensation. This kind of conversation skill not only made Nader's always extremely ugly face improve when he heard "The spoils of war are yours", but also made Nader, who was optimistic and concerned about the people, subconsciously comfort himself: even if the dwarves were tempted by the interests and agreed to this move, at least the battle would have reaped wealth.

"I can't decide this alone. Nader, who was thinking about his beard, gave a tentative letter and said, "I will consult with the soldiers, and I will also ask about the meaning of the pits and the iron hills." ”