After all, the situation has developed so far, and all the benefits of the Mordor War have nothing to do with Thranduil. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is no good, the human emperor has also become a defeated general, does he have any reason to help me?

King Gondor, who was riding back, looked back at the retreating palace and sighed heavily.

Merandiel's worries were somewhat unnecessary.

The offer that Gondor himself would complete the purge and that the besiegers would stand idly by was only a suppression method before Thranduil mentioned the letter. When the proposal was made, Thranduil was ready to go. Not prolonging the time for the siege to be forgotten would also reduce the pressure of the final clearance, which was not difficult for Thrandil at all. It's just that the first person he spoke to was not Merandiel.

"I'll go in with Nader once before Gondor goes out. In addition to giving the Lone Mountain King a taste of the fruits of the battle, it can also help Gondor get rid of most of the enemies. ”

As she said this, Thranduil frowned, carefully winding Vernor's blonde hair in her hands. Despite the slow and cautious movements, the jeweled ring on his finger hooked a few gold threads, causing the owner of the hair to let out a soft grunt.

"Did it hurt you?" Thranduil hurriedly let go. But he didn't want to weave his hair for a long time, because he didn't have time to tie it, and as soon as he took it off, it fell out in a mess, which made Thranduil sigh in frustration.

"You're not Vera. How can you learn to weave your hair just by teaching you with your mouth? Vernor, who smiled gently, went to fetch the wet silk cloth and suggested, "Let two long-haired squires come in." I'll teach you while weaving, and you'll make it up the same way next to you? ”

I didn't expect it to be so difficult to braid hair.

Looking at the palm of the hand that had been close to Vernor's hair, Thranduil stopped Vernor's act of wiping his hands, and muttered worriedly: "I owe more than two hundred elves a rite of passage, that is, I have to make up the etiquette of bundling the hair of more than two hundred elves." I haven't learned it yet, and I'm about to go back to China. What can I do? ”

Ordinary elves will have skills that stump a king. Vernoll couldn't help but laugh a little, but said with a hint of pampering: "You can also appoint some messengers to help you tie your hair." In this case, all you need to do is hand over the accessories to tie them to their hair. I heard that this is how the supreme king of the Fan Ya clan personally bestowed adult elves. ”

Helping two elves with hair accessories sounds like a lot of less trouble than tying their hair. But wouldn't that make the Wood Elves who follow me something less? After all, when my father was there, he would set aside at least an hour every day to help the adult fine hair tie by hand. Even if he has something to do abroad, he will slowly make up for it when he comes back.

"Is that good? If your hair is tied up and you become a hair accessory, the wood elves will feel lost, right? Sitting down with an irritable face, Thranduil said wistfully: "The Great Green Forest is not as good as the period of my father's reign now, and even the coming-of-age ceremony is ...... You can't let the wood elves get much less than they did when their father was there. ”

"You're right. But your officer has already helped you think of a way to compensate you. Blinking at the confused Thrandier, Fernor leaned on the handrail and said, "That's all said and done, did I ask for your favor first, or did I wait for you to return to China in front of all the officials?" ”

It sounds like whoever asks for it has to say yes? Moreover, he has always hidden it from me and never revealed anything in the official letter?

Thranduil felt a little tingling in her scalp. After assuming the posture that a king should sit, he pretended to be a grim voice and urged Vernor: "I didn't expect you to be in trouble with them. Tell me what you are talking about teasing the king from me. ”

"How dare I tease you? It's just that it will take up some of your private time, and I don't dare to mention it for fear that you will be unhappy. Looking up, seeing that Thrandil's eyes were still soft, Vernorr looked down and smiled. Only then did he climb the elf king's arm and said, "I'm afraid you're too tired, so they came up with a way to tie your hair and change accessories." But in this way, they felt that they had less opportunity to get close to you, so they thought hard and meditated, and discussed another way to get close to Master Wen. Actually, it's nothing, but it is to ask His Majesty to change the breakfast place into the largest hall. Adult elves who have never enjoyed the king's own hair can take turns watching you eat in the palace. ”

"Which mischievous elf came up with this bad idea?" Thrandier, who was stroking his forehead and sighing, shook his head and said, "I had breakfast on the stage, and they stood below and watched? How do you feel like a rare beast in a cage, with no privacy at all? ”

Vernore, who was already quite happy with this proposal, was completely amused by the "theory of rare beasts". And the elf king, who laughed at himself as a "rare beast", looked at the female elf who was smiling brightly, and suddenly felt that this matter was not useless. He was about to refuse violently, but he wavered a little, and his tense body relaxed.

"What do you think?" Taking advantage of the situation to take the hand of the female elf, Thranduil smiled and asked, "What moved you to dare to run in front of me and say such a ghost proposal?" ”

"I think it makes sense." Vernorr simply sat at Thranduil's feet, letting Thranduil take his hand. She raised her face and said jokingly: "In the past few years, there have been thousands of newborn wood elves, and when they are all adults, your hand cramps are not enough to help them tie their hair." Moreover, the state affairs will not leave you with too much spare time to tie the hair of the adult elves. Anyway, you have to eat breakfast every day, so for the sake of the wood elves being happy to see you, will they give them this gift? It was also one of the king's responsibilities to make his people happy. ”

This damn kinghood!

"It could only be breakfast. And this kind of proposal to be watched by onlookers will not be allowed again in the future! He squeezed Vernor's hand for a moment before Thranduil spoke.

Under the reasonable arrangement of a group of officials, the years have made the elf king accustomed to the scene of dozens of elves standing not far away during the meal, and even the sense of rejection has disappeared completely. The orderliness and silence of the onlookers made the woodland officials dare to propose the matter for the benefit of all woodland residents.

Thranduil pondered for a long time, and finally acquiesced to the suggestion that breakfast no longer belonged to him. Since then, in addition to the annual custom of offering branches to Iluvita, another solemn ritual of the wood elves is their turn to meet the elven king. Although he could only watch the king from afar, the treatment of the elegant king up close still made every wood elf excited for a full term before and after the meeting.

When the world developed to the medieval period when there were only human beings, some European and American royal families still retained the custom of acquiescing to onlookers when dining. The difference is that in the Middle Ages, this benefit was only enjoyed by the nobles of high rank, and was by no means accessible to ordinary people.

Of course, that's all for later.