"How can you say that about my adoptive father?!" Leaping from his cowhide chair, Elrond showed his wrath for the first time at the creature he considered "unforgivable." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Although I don't know what your adoptive father did to you. Even if he makes a 'purchase' of you, you can't completely deny your adoptive father's sincere feelings for you. Didn't the healing magic that consumes all the energy to summon the Ring of Wind be out of concern for your feelings? Isn't it out of concern for your safety to give you a personal retinue of soldiers? I don't know about King Aurifel, so I won't talk about it. What about the Elven King, you don't think Thranduil also thinks you're a useful tool, do you?"

Finding that the other party had already shown a look of self-reproach, Elrond coughed and said softly, "What misery has the royal power caused you, so that you have been blinded by it, and you have not seen the king's truth to you? Or have you been lying to yourself? At least, I don't see the slightest use of Thrandeil for you." Is it really because his emotions are pushing you to a great pain?"

"His emotions conflicted with my beliefs, and it really made me miserable. I can't ruin a good king with emotion......" Vernoll raised his head, although he made up his mind, he looked at Thranduil, who was still lying on the bed, and changed the subject: "Is he really okay?

"Believe in the power of the Wind Ring. Give him some time and let him slowly come to his senses. After throwing away a "reassuring" look, Elrond saluted her. "Thank you so much for giving me the Ring of the Wind. It didn't take much effort for me to drive its healing magic. From the second day of holding it, I was thinking about what to repay you, but unfortunately I didn't expect it. Can you give me some advice, so that I can feel less indebted and grateful to you?"

"Great lord, what are you talking about?" Vernor subconsciously took a step back and said with a straight face: "The Ring of the Wind was given to you by Prince Noldor, and it was also handed to you by King Serdan himself, I am just a messenger. It has never been heard of a being who receives a gift to be grateful to the messenger. If you are truly grateful, use it to protect more living beings. ”

As a wise man, Elrond certainly knew that the female elf in front of him was lying.

When Isild was dying, if he told him who the owner of the Kingdom of Linton was, and who the owner of the Ring of the Wind was, should he call all the officials and tell you all the arrangements with his last breath. It seems that the female elf in front of her had thought everything through the moment she announced the new owner of the Wind Ring, and deliberately handed over the Wind Ring to Serdan to pass it on her behalf. Her purpose in doing so was simply so that the creatures who had obtained the Wind Ring would not have any psychological burden from gratitude.

"You're ......," Elrond shook his head and laughed twice, sighing in his heart that such a treasure was only worthy of the greatest king. After coughing, he said to the woodland advisor, who still had a solemn expression, "Has any creature ever told you that you tend to make creatures want to hug, at least I'd love to give you a hug now." ”

"Yes, I was told by creatures a long time ago. And ......" The woodland advisor smiled with relief and nodded at Elrond, "I won't refuse a hug, like you, the wise." ”

Do you want to hug a creature of the opposite sex in front of me?

Thranduil, who had been pretending to be asleep, could no longer hold back, and the gratitude for Elrond disappeared without a trace in an instant. As Elrond opened his arms and was about to express all his gratitude with a silent hug, Thranduil spoke up in time and said slowly in a language full of royal majesty: "If you really dare to hug her, I guarantee that the Wind Ring will not be able to keep you out of the woodland barracks." ”

Elrond withdrew his hand, and secretly blamed himself as he retreated. How could he have forgotten that he had already been awake after talking about the Ring of the Winds?

Before he was about to retire from the Woodland King's tent, Elrond mustered up the courage to turn all his gratitude into a sentence: "Woodland Advisor, Rivendell is always welcome." ”

The high-heeled crystal cup, which had been standing quietly on the small table next to the bed, flew unceremoniously from the Elven King's hand towards Elrond. If he had taken a slower step, Elrond would have been slammed into his face. After exiting the king's tent, the best healer instantly adjusted his expression, smiled and nodded to the wood elves who were waiting anxiously outside the tent, and reminded them not to disturb the newly healed elven king for the time being.

That's all I can do for you. Before leaving the woodland barracks, Elrond glanced back at the woodland barracks, known as the only promised land of the "Last Alliance", and gave a farewell salute in the direction of the king's tent. Silently said in my heart: Don't use your cold arrogance to her again, otherwise I really don't know when I will receive the marriage letter from the king of the woodland.

Thranduil really almost treated Vernore with his cold arrogance.

For seven years, the king's life had taught him zero tolerance for creatures who left without consent, and he would blame them fiercely according to his temper, and then issue a punishment that would not be soft-hearted. But the heartache of the moment before he passed out and the bone-eating satisfaction that he had regained made him open his mouth but unable to say a word.

"I'm sorry. Leaning against the bed and kneeling gently, Vernor put his hand on the side of the bed. "I ......"

"I misunderstood you. Grabbing the other party's hands, Thranduil said firmly: "If I really force you to be very uncomfortable, I promise you that I will not force you to accept my feelings again in the future." Would you like to stay?"

Is there any reason to refuse? Elrond is right, the power of love is above the Lord of the Rings, and no living creature can control it completely, so why should Thranduil be wrong? I should indeed give him enough time to slowly control his feelings. Fnorr nodded at Thrandil's slightly nervous face, blue eyes that twitched slightly in his sockets.

"However, can I ask you to promise me one thing?" Quietly withdrawing his hand, Vernor did not dare to look directly at the Elven King. "In the future, will you treat me with the same attitude that a king should have for his advisors?"

No living creature knows better than the Elven King at this moment what it means to be close in front of you but not be able to get it, and what it means to only see but not touch.