Of course, the Kingdom of Linton, which spent almost all its national strength in the war, did not have painters. Captain Linton's guard www.biquge.info knew that it was just a ridiculous assumption to use the portrait to record the Elven King's smile forever. Fortunately, the smile of the wild goose falling from the clouds appeared on the elf king's face until the enemy army was scattered, and the elf king called him over again to explain the follow-up deployment, and then left in a hurry with a smile.

Even the grumpy Elven King was infected by the victory in the war, what else do we have to worry about?

Thinking that he would be able to return to the woodland in a few days, and seeing his wife and children after a long absence, the captain of the Linton guard couldn't help but smile on the battlefield strewn with corpses. He would never have imagined that the elven king, who the enemy did not dare to approach at all, would return to his tent, and the bright image in his eyes would turn into a dull black curtain because he saw the items placed on the table.

Trembling and picking up the neatly stacked Mithril Armor, Thranduil could still deceive herself with the end of the war that she no longer needed the Silver Secret Armor.

The old and new marks left by the stripped buckles around the armor told him of the original owner's gradual weight loss over the past seven years—perhaps, whenever she lost weight, she would use the clasp to tie the waist of the Mithril armor tighter so that it would fit snugly against her body and not shift in the heat of exercise.

It's not just me who has ruined the past seven years, but how can she not be full of holes? But I actually scolded her for making her soul dirty because of a misunderstanding? Thrandil, what have you done to a female elf who understands herself with her heart, can get rid of dirty politics, but does her best to deal with you!

Holding the Mithril Helmet in front of him, Thranduil noticed that there was a black flannel protruding from the middle underneath it.

Such flannel is usually used to set off expensive jewelry?

Throwing away the Mithril armor in his hand, Thranduil inhaled several times, but still couldn't stop her hands from trembling. He told himself over and over again: don't be afraid, maybe the flannel is just a new model she made to celebrate the end of the war, or maybe she didn't put it here at all!

Before lifting the flannel, Thranduil propped himself up on the table with one hand. When touching the soft flannel, he still separates his feet slightly so that his standing position can be more stable. But as the flannel was lifted, no amount of preparation could stop the feeling of the sky from trembling. He had to prop his hands on the table, bending over to get closer to the items on it.

Although the unique light of the starlight gem held on the forest stand wrapped in iron wire illuminated the entire royal tent, he still refused to believe that the starlight gem in front of him was real.

Holding the Starlight Gem in his hand and using his palm to prevent it from emitting a unique glow that could sting his eyes, Thranduil sat down on the ground and began to ponder what Vernorr had said and done.

She didn't say goodbye to me, maybe everything in front of her was just an expression of anger that had been misunderstood, but the strange etiquette before she left on the battlefield was so similar to the farewell etiquette.

Struggling to suppress the sweet liquid that kept trying to rush out of his throat, Thranduil burst out of the king's tent with a sigh of relief. He wanted to find the only female elf who could read him, just like holding a starlight gem, and never let go even if he couldn't make it shine in his hand. But the plains outside the king's tent that could not be seen at a glance, and the faint whimper of the cold winter wind blowing across his cheeks, were all laughing at the elven king's ridiculous thoughts of looking for a needle in a haystack in vain.

Did she really just leave, leaving no words or a word, taking away all my love and hate? From then on, no living being would stand up for me when the whole world questioned me. From then on, no living being would have comforted me with facts when the whole world had misunderstood me, and not to care about those superficial judgments.

When the horn of victory sounded, announcing to all living beings that the "Last Alliance" had won the final victory, and also affirming the efficiency of Thranduil's battle deployment just now, Thranduil, who straightened his slender neck and made his face parallel to the sky, only heard a different sound.

What about being the biggest winner in the war, and what about successfully standing at the pinnacle of the power of the elven race? Her departure dooms you to become an emperor who will always wear a disguised mask and can only swallow it in his mouth.

Thranduil could no longer control the sweetness in her mouth. The moment he fell into darkness, he saw a bright red liquid rising from the direction of his mouth and slowly spreading out in the air, poignant as a blooming flower.

At the same time, Vernor, who was standing in King Noldor's tent, also almost fainted after listening to King Sedan's words. She couldn't believe that the new king of Linton in front of her was the Serdan she knew, the ship king who had followed Gilgalad for thousands of years and regarded Isild as his own son.

An hour ago, at the behest of the former Supreme Prince's entourage, now the captain of King Linton's own army, she knew that she didn't need a messenger to meet King Linton. At that time, Vernoll was still grateful to Serdan. After entering the tent, she couldn't bear to see King Linton, who was in a daze at the fire and blamed himself for being dazed.

"I let you down. The apologetic Serdan didn't even dare to look at Vernor, shook his head and said, "My alliance with Elrond has not restrained the allure of the Ring. If the High Elf royal family was still there, Essidor would not dare to resist with his precepts. ”

"It's not your fault and Elrond's. Even a wise King would not have imagined that the Lord of the Rings would have such a powerful allure. Serdan's downfall did not soften Vernor's heart. After quietly taking a few steps closer to the hilt of her sword, she asked sharply, "Why was Isild buried in a princely ceremony? His funeral was also held in secret, and he was not even notified of the woodland? In your eyes, Isild, who left Linton to you, is not worthy to leave Middle-earth as the High King?"

At parting, I asked him to dress him in the Star Armor for the High King, and Isild has accepted the High King's identity!

If Serdan can't give a reasonable explanation, Vernorr doesn't mind giving his life to get justice for the good Prince Noldor. In her opinion, she already owed Isild too much. If Isild's death is disgraced because of his wrong decision to the new successor of the Linton Kingdom, the only remedy is to die with Sedan.