"Is there something wrong with the trade over there in Gondor?" asked Fnorr in a low voice as he handed them the wooden signs with each child's name written on them, "Is it serious enough to affect the timing of the delivery of food?"

Six years ago, when Vernor said "I can't help you anymore", Thranduil stopped talking about any unsolvable problems in front of her. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In order to prevent her from having the idea of crossing to the west because she has no mission, Thranduil assigned her to be in charge of regular state supervision and management of the elves who take care of the children. All in all, the past six years have been quite pleasant and fulfilling. Under her influence, the elven king, who was troubled by foreign affairs, finally felt that the king's profession was not useless.

Not mentioning any diplomatic problems in front of her made Vernorr unaware that the Elven King was determined to lose power to the future human emperor, and that he and Merandil had secretly interacted after meeting in Long River. Over the years, the woodlands have reached a grain trade with Gondor, and some of the food, vegetables and fruits of the woodland kingdom come from Gondor's supply. When she saw a human coming to the Elven King, she thought that the food supply problem was so serious that she had to come and apologize to the Elven King in person.

"Trade is fine. Gondor, for his part, wants to increase trade next year. As he said this, Thranduil lowered her head and deliberately walked in the opposite direction of Vernor. He didn't want Vernoll to find out that it was just a white lie, and he didn't want her to discover the hidden sense of anxiety. Until now, Thranduil had not been ready to ask for help. He was afraid that if Vernorr learned of his plan, he would not approve of the use of force to support Merandiel, and he was even more afraid that Vernorr would not have a solution, which would only add to his troubles.

Even if you have to ask, you can't say it directly. With her belief that the unity of the righteous faction is above all else, I will not even be able to see the dwarven soldiers, let alone lead the legions to Gondor. Or should it be told as a story, lest she be troubled by the fact that she could not find a solution to it?, so the elven king intended, and was immersed in thought the whole time the children recognized the tree. When he noticed Vernoll standing beside him and watching him quietly, he realized that all the children were gone.

"The trees here are all claimed. I asked Thea and the others to lead the child elsewhere. Vernor stepped in, his eyes full of concern. "Thrandil, can you tell me what you're bothered about?'s fine in the Woodland Kingdom, and there doesn't seem to be anything you need to worry about. ”

Vernorr is telling the truth. Six years of recuperation and recuperation have given the war-battered forests plenty of room to recuperate. With the completion of the planting of new trees and the guidance of no further separation after rearing, it will only take time for the large green forest to return to its normal appearance. She didn't think the Elven King was worried about the time that couldn't be changed, nor did she think that the Elven King was impatient with the growth of the forest.

"There was certainly no problem with the woodland. It's a problem that I've encountered in Middle-earth that can't be solved so far. Thranduil, who had already thought of an excuse, smiled, and saw that Vernorr was really interested by himself, and said pretending to be profound: "It's a story harvested in a lonely mountain." When it comes to the secrets of the dwarven royal family, I'll tell you when you get closer. ”

After Vernorr took the initiative to approach, Thranduil lowered his head and whispered in her ear when he was fully prepared: "The question is, when will you receive my love?"

Without giving the other party any time to react, Thranduil grabbed her arms and stopped Vernorr from leaving. He also said in a mocking tone, "Am I saying something wrong? For the sake of my hard work for the country, you can help me share a little bit and tell me the answer. Or just get rid of the problem?"

"Thranduil! let go of your hands. Finding that the tone that was not strong obviously did not have any effect, but let the elf king lean over, and Vernore had to squat down and struggle the other party's embrace. The wooden sign with the children's names written on it fell to the ground, and she had to suppress her intention to leave immediately, squatting down and starting to pick it up, but she was thinking about how to warn the other party seriously.

I have to admit that when an elven king puts down his body and approaches with an almost evil method, Vernor has no good way to deal with it. For the past six years, Thranduil has done this often. Although every time he found out his true purpose, Vernor would be angry and use words to denounce him harshly. But every time she was about to do something substantial, the other party would always soften her heart with extremely sincere self-criticism and review.

In just six years, even Vernorr couldn't count how many times Thranduil had hugged her with half-coaxing, half-tricks, and even kissed her directly on the corner of the mouth a few times. What's even more terrifying is that there is no way for Vernor to avoid him - he always manages to avoid all living beings and appears to him unexpectedly. For example, in the middle of the winter night, he appeared outside the window in a shivering form and asked Vernoll to open the window to welcome him in, or for example, he suddenly sat up from the children's pile and collided directly with the unprepared Vernor. Afterwards, he used a deliberately painful gesture to make Vernor blame himself for being slow to react, so that he was hit by a hard mask......

Vernorr also tried to talk to him several times, convincing Thranduil that these actions were completely contrary to the holiness of the elven race and needed to be corrected. But every time the conversation just started, he was either bypassed by him with national issues, or he was resolved by his worse coquettish idiocy. Vernorr was a little frustrated.

You have to make it clear to him. If you don't punish him again, God knows how much he'll be pampered!

"I hope you won't forget that I didn't have the right to receive love more than a hundred years ago. Stopping to pick up wooden cards, Vernor raised his head and confronted the Elven King. As soon as I saw him with a clear vertical line between his eyebrows, he squatted down to help him pick up the wooden card, and the latter sentence "Don't forget that I already had a marriage" couldn't be said. She could only bow her head again and express her anger in silence.

"Don't be angry. If you don't like it, just think what I just said was a joke. Trying to make himself look like a child who had made a mistake, Thranduil carefully handed over the wooden card he had put away. Finding that Vernoll did not reach out to catch it, he did not dare to make any other movements, but kept his hand in the air. It wasn't until Vernor glanced at himself and quickly took the wooden sign away that Thranduil said in a slightly solemn tone, "Actually, I didn't lie to you just now. I really saw the problem carved in the stone in the lonely mountain. Nader, the new dwarven king, said that no living creature had found an answer to the puzzle carved into the stone for so many years. However, it is the military aspect. I don't know if you're interested in listening. ”