Thranduil, who felt anxious at the mention of Okpa, threw herself on the bed, hugged her head and said sadly: "Knowing that she has other creatures in her heart and can no longer get love, I still fall in love without hesitation." Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info do you think I'm hopeless?"

Perhaps it was because the other party didn't even have a soul and she didn't have any chance to reciprocate, so she decided to keep a place in her eyes forever for the other party.

At this moment, Elrond understood Vernorr's thoughts.

"The best healer in Middle-earth, the greatest wise man, do you think there is a cure for my situation?" The elven king, who felt that he had lost hope, lay on the bed with his face covered and let out a sound that was almost wailing, and also shook off a problem that Elrond had no way to solve at this time. "Any medicine, I can take it, and she can take it. As long as she no longer avoids me and is willing to accept me, even if she can never touch her, I will admit it. ”

This guy didn't think of the idea at all. Elrond shook his head and walked over to the Elven King, putting on an unusually serious expression. "Thrandil, you don't look like the Elven King I know right now. The elven king on the battlefield never fears, why are you now frightened away by a wood elf that can only appear in the eye? Maybe after you do that, you will find that the situation is not what you thought it was?"

"Hahaha. Do whatever you want? I don't want to make her mine all the time. Thranduil leaned over the bed with her face covered, covering her reddening and hot face with her back to Elrond. "How dare I? The worst on the battlefield is death. But this thing ...... What if I mess her up?Where to get her back?You know, the elves in her eyes have laughed at me countless times in my dreams, and the moment I got her was the moment she was gone. How dare I say?"

"What you mean by the ashes, should that be the aspect?" do you want to ......" The wise man of Middle-earth was stunned for a moment by the frankness of the Elven King, and he also blushed. "Thrandil, it's not good to dream too much, and it's against the holiness of the elves. I still mean that, don't be deterred by the surface, believe in your charm. ”

"I must have been too idle to discuss such useless stuff with you. With a flushed face, he got up from the bed, and the elf king didn't give the wise man any time to react, and kicked directly at the foot of the other bed, extinguishing all the light in the dormitory. After sitting back on his bed, Thranduil gritted his teeth as he pulled off his boots and said, "The Wind Ring doesn't even have the ability to erase your memories in your hands. It's time for you to reflect on, great wise man!"

"Don't think too much about it, it really has nothing to do with clearing your memory. Thrandil?" After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Elrond met the king of the woodlands curled up in his bed. The elf, who already held the throne of eminence, was in the same position he had slept in the group tent a few years ago, indicating his refusal to communicate with him.

I don't know how long it was, but Elrond, who was about to fall asleep, heard a long voice from the direction of the other bed.

"I'm going to the temple tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I'm going to go to Changhe Town to check, and I won't be able to come back until the latest deployment of the defensive line is set. You shouldn't mind helping me take care of her until I come back, right?" Without giving the other party any time to react, the Elf King hurriedly added: "If you don't speak, you agree." Tomorrow I have to go to the temple and get a good night's sleep to ensure that I am in good spirits. So you'd better not talk and bother me. ”

The wise man who had been forcibly left behind could only let out a silent wry smile, thinking about adding another letter to Lindil to explain what the patients in Ringu needed to pay attention to. When he had fully recovered from the endless sea of knowledge, the Elven King standing in the center of the dormitory was putting on the white robe for prayer with the help of the high priest of the woodland.

Thranduil, unfitted, looked much softer. He waved his hand for the terrified High Priest to leave, and then slowly buttoned his robe from his chest to his knees.

"I'm afraid you won't wake up until the festival begins. You've had a long night's sleep. ”

Elrond, who was accustomed to waking up in the morning sun, subconsciously looked out the window and pointed to the sun still hidden behind the clouds in protest. "It seems like half an hour before the elf gets up. ”

"Yes. But while you're still asleep, I've done a lot of things. After buttoning the buttons, the elven king looked at the overly high neckline of the robe with dissatisfaction, and thought that this was the robe that must be worn for the prayer ceremony, and finally gave up the idea of loosening the neckline. "I went to see the layout of the festival hall and went to the mayor of Changhe Town to tell me why I will go to Changhe Town tomorrow to see the scene. Oh, thanks to the hedonism of the human race, the mayor actually drank with Ziryan all night, otherwise I'm really afraid that the mayor is still sleeping. By the way, I also went to see my advisor. ”

Speaking of this, the elf king with thick eyebrows lowered his head and let out a sweet smile, completely ignoring that there was another creature in the hall, and seized the time to reminisce about the experience not long ago.

It wasn't quite dawn yet, and all the hallways were still lit by candles. After the elf king, who had just finished talking with the mayor of Changhe, entered the inner palace, he had been struggling with whether his advisor hadn't woken up so early. Considering that the prayer ritual needed to begin at sunrise and could not be completed until sunset, he planned to risk disturbing Vernor's dreams to see her.

He went to the inner garden to fetch Mino, and hesitantly walked to the counselor's quarters. From a distance, he saw the two doors of the dormitory open, and a maid with a tray in her hand was walking slowly in, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and quickened his pace. What he didn't expect was that Mino was even more anxious.

The elf king, who was almost pulled into the dormitory by the pet he was holding in his hand, did not see his advisor in the dormitory. Fnorl, who should have been lying in bed to recuperate, was half-lying on a couch on the terrace, squinting slightly and posing in a gesture of listening. The maid sitting on her left hand side held a thin notebook and read it softly. I don't know what the maid read, but all the elves, including Vernor, stopped what they were doing and looked at each other and laughed. Even the maid who had been busy stirring the soup had to laugh so hard that her hands trembled and she almost spilled the soup.

This kind of happy scene common to elven nobles is not new to Thrandil, but the last scene seems to have been many years ago?