Seven years of war have filled the slender waist with anger. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Driven by the strength of his waist, the calves in both palms quickly swung up, avoiding the neck that could kill the living creatures, and wrapped around one of Thranduil's arms, and the scene of the first encounter appeared in Thranduil's eyes again.

With Thranduil's current skills, he could have resisted Vernor's attacks. But when I thought of the first time we met, his landing point was on the soft carved bed, and the elf king gave up any block with full anticipation. He even thought of what kind of posture he should use to pull her to his side and lie down without hurting the other person after touching the bed. In his opinion, as long as that kind of thing doesn't happen, it doesn't seem like it's going to be a dead end.

The smiling Elven King posed, but realized that something was wrong after Vernor's brow furrowed. He didn't have time to react, and with a "click", first his back, then his head hit the ground hard. If the royal tent had not been propped directly on the grass of the Ballard Plains, but had been equipped with a solid marble floor like the king's quarters, Thranduil might have fainted.

The intimate contact between the beautiful tip of his nose and the bloody dirt made the Elf King snort. But how can the physical pain be more unbearable than the burning sensation of anger?Thranduil quickly turned his head and yelled at Vernor, who was still protecting himself in a half-kneeling position for a long time, "What happened to you and Isild? He's dead, and you're still defending him like this!"

"What can happen to me and Prince Noldor? You won't forget that I am not qualified to love and be loved. Furnor, who finally had the strength to stand up, glanced at the Elven King, whose nose had turned purple, and looked in the direction of the wine cabinet and softened his tone slightly: "Prince Noldor has died heroically, and your statement is an insult to you. ”

An elf who doesn't know what his head is thinking, runs defenseless to the uncleared battlefield to find a useless necklace, only to be stabbed to death by an orc who has broken his legs without death, is described by you as heroic and righteous?"

The feeling of seeing the huge bed curtain in King Linton's tent made the Elven King pick up all the edges, and he approached step by step with his head proud, until he forced Vernorr into a corner, then lowered his eyelids and gritted his teeth, and said, "How long have you lived in the same tent with Icild? What promise did he give you? Did you have any contact with him other than to let me see? What happened to make you defend him to such a point?"

"I don't want to talk to you right now. Let me out. The blood oozing from the lacerated wound imprinted on his face, adding to the poignancy of Vernoel, but it did not allow Thranduil to withdraw from his anger. Finding that the other party actually stretched out his hands and imprisoned himself in the corner, Vernoll turned his face sideways and said softly: "Don't you really understand that Isild's bizarre death is inseparable from us?"

Therlandier's heart was delighted, but his tone was even more fierce. "Don't change the subject! What else are you and Isild doing?"

Two different wails rang out at this moment. The mourning music of the people of Dendan, dedicated to the mourning of the Supreme King, and the music of the resentment of the death of Crown Prince Noldor, continued to stimulate Vernor's heart, which was about to collapse. In order to quickly escape from this topic and leave the elf king, who was not cute at all at this time, she stretched her palms behind her back and stretched them out fiercely. The pain of the wound that had not yet healed was torn again made Vernor's body tremble, and his weak heart began to change in the direction of hardness.

"What did you do?" After a sneer, Vernor deliberately made a look of intoxication: "As long as it doesn't make me ruined, I've done it all!" He is a higher order than you in terms of status and identity, and he is also more worthy of me in terms of appearance. Not as unattainable as you, nor as dazzlingly beautiful as you. I would certainly love to ...... with him."

"Get out!" The Elven King, who was covering his ears with both hands, quickly stepped aside, and picked up the scepter that had been discarded on the ground with a blushing face. The cold and hard scepter calmed him down a little, and he also thought of his status as a king.

"You should be glad I don't have a saber in my hand. He turned his head to look at Vernor, who was already wearing a silver mask, and ordered, "Get out of my royal tent at once!"

Why do you have to use this way every time to stop the quarrel with Thrandil?

Seeing the tears that appeared in the corners of the young elven king's eyes, Vernoll walked out of the king's tent with a trace of reluctance.

The mourning was louder without the heavy tent cloth, and it also gave Vernoll the final blow. At the same time, the emaciated body that was tormented by wounds and mental pain fell down, as if he smelled the familiar smell of the forest and the voice of the elven king again. His eager voice seemed to drift from far away. He said, "Call the healer quickly." ”

While wandering through the black fog of dreams, Vernor saw many familiar creatures.

Okpa let out a hearty laugh from afar, and then walked closer and closer. He said in a tone full of reproach, "How can you be so close to the Elven King, have you forgotten what I have to lose to get you to escape from him?"

Gilgalad, with an indifferent face, led Isild slowly and stopped not far away. Reaching out to stop Isild, who was trying to come over, Gilgalad made Vernoll cover his face and kneel on the ground before he could say anything, and shouted sorry. But the calm Supreme King still did not skimp on his own blame.

"I entrusted my only son to you, and you gave me such a result?" After letting out a sneer, Gilgalad stood with his hands behind his back, "No amount of sorry can change the fact that the bloodline of the Noldor Supreme Royal Family has been severed in Middle-earth. Good deeds you and the Elven King have done!"

I don't know when Mrs. Audrey appeared, pushed away the father and son of the Supreme King who blocked the view, rushed over and pointed at Vernor's forehead and scolded: "After learning the skills for so many years, can't you see that Queen Linton's status is higher than that of the woodland? Hurry back to your original destiny, or will you be worthy of the mother who gave birth to you and raised you?"

Long sighs and a loving father appeared around. He put his hand on Vernor's head and said with reproach, "My poor daughter, if I could, I would bear everything for you." ”

Avril Lavigne, who was standing next to her father, had a complicated expression, and only said "Are you really my sister?" and shook her head and left.