Why did she seem to be in a depressed mood again? Could it be because I didn't give a definite time? Not knowing that her answer indirectly revealed that Vernore would never be allowed to leave, Thranduil took her hand and hurriedly said, "Three hundred years at most." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When the forest grew and there were enough woodland soldiers to garrison the border, I immediately began to make arrangements to go to the shore of Grey Harbor. ”

"Thank you for your attention. Pretending to be a little uncomfortable, he withdrew his hand, and gently put his hand on the leg that had been cut off and stuffed with heavy cotton wool, and said to Thranduil very hard: "Actually, I just said it casually. Gray Harbor is there, and there is a chance to go there in the morning and evening, so there is no need to go on a special trip. ”

"It's not just Grey Harbor, either. Middle-earth is so big, you can have a chance to go with me sooner or later wherever you want to go, and there is really no need to rush it. The outstretched hand didn't dare to make contact with Vernoll under his strange eyes, and only remained in mid-air. And its owner did not hand it down, but asked with some expectation: "Are you tired of sitting?

"No, Your Majesty. Facing the Elven King, Vernorr asked expressionlessly, "When did you decide to go back to the woodland?"

Thranduil did not reply, but hesitated for a moment.

Although he knew that Vernorr would ask such a question, he must have known something. Not wanting to disturb the somewhat relaxed relationship at this time due to the real inside story of the siege war, he deliberately bypassed the deeper content and replied with a superficial meaning: "We can go back when Mordor conquers it." ”

"Mordor could have been conquered a year ago, even the moment the Dwarven Legion arrived? Although he didn't want to have an unpleasant quarrel with the Elven King as soon as he woke up, Vernor raised his hot face and said, "Thrandil, I went to the Lonely Mountain before coming here. There is not a single stone in the lonely mountain that can be written on it. As the richest country in Middle-earth, even if the stones in the Lonely Mountain are accidentally painted by craftsmen, they will be immediately replaced by carefully polished new products. ”

Speaking of this, Vernor stopped speaking, just stared at the elf king who was squatting beside him faintly.

"Yes. The Lonely Mountain Stone incident is my lie. The king mentioned in the story does not exist at all, and I am the king who needs to make the army find a reasonable excuse to get there. Now that the lie had been discovered, Thranduil simply stopped hiding it. He also said very frankly: "At that time, I could only secondment the soldiers of Gushan. Dwarves have always had a delicate relationship with elves or humans, and are more likely to attract attention than woodland soldiers. Without a reasonable excuse, Nader's legion would face the entire righteous faction as they crossed Rivertown. ”

"So, even if I don't know the inside story, the tactic of attacking the Demon Emperor and the Emperor of Darkness is still what I propose to you. Fnorr sighed, closing his eyes, and turned his face sideways to distance himself from the Elven King.

"Why did you bring it up? You have inspired me at best. Going around to the front of Vernoer but being avoided by the other party's side face, Thranduil simply took her hand and anxiously persuaded: "You are angry, you can blame me for playing tricks on humans." When you're all right, it's okay to tie me up and take a breath. But in your current situation, you shouldn't think about these troublesome things, and you shouldn't continue to be weakened by anger or self-blame. First, it's all my fault, and it has nothing to do with you, and second, in order to wake you up, Serdan and Elrond even took the risk of activating the Two Rings of Wind and Fire, and borrowed the Light of Elendil from Galadriel. Isn't it a shame to do so much in the hope that you will regain the strength of the elves, and continue to be weak?"

Vernor's face softened, but his body was still leaning in the opposite direction. Thranduil knew that what she had just said only weakened her sense of self-reproach, and that it did not mean that she was no longer indignant at the Elven King's actions, so he gritted his teeth and begged, "As long as you can dissipate your anger, you won't ignore me." I can kneel before Valandil and confess my sins to beg for his forgiveness. ”

"Thranduil, are you sarcastic about me? All the creatures of Middle-earth have a right to blame you, but I am not. How is it that the king, who has the right to guard all people, kneel before other creatures?"

Not only did Vernoer's face show an unseen look of anger, but he also began to flush with shame. She was so excited that she shook off Thranduil's hand and wanted to get up and leave. But how can the thighs that have been cut off from most of the rotten flesh perfectly support the whole body? As soon as he got up, he fell to the side, and Funor, gritted his teeth, avoided the elf king's outstretched hand, held on to the chair to cushion it, and fell to the side.

You are the creature sent by Iru to kill me, and no matter what bad I do, I will always repay you only for it. Because the Creator knows that having you under punishment is the most painful feeling for me.

Although the palpitating pain suddenly took over his whole body, Thranduil did not dare to go up to help. Seeing that the anger on Vernor's face had not completely subsided, he had to carefully stretch his arm in front of her. While urging the other party with begging eyes, he asked in a low voice, "I don't know where you mean what you said just now." In short, you can think of me and blame me as much as you want. Don't be angry, and don't be angry with yourself. ”

In Thrandil's near-pleading action, Vernor's face finally softened. While standing up with the Elven King's arm, she sighed for a long time before she sat down and said to Thranduil, who didn't even dare to move, "You say that you are sarcastic about me because 'the human emperor is not the human emperor' is what I suggested to you, which is the cause of the whole thing. And I'm the one who started it. Gondor made it like this, and as the initiator, what right does the initiator have to blame you? Isn't that forgiving himself and not sparing others? How can such an act happen to an elf?"

"You don't blame me?" Thranduil was a little stunned when he didn't expect to receive such an answer. He pretended to be Vernorr for a while, and when he saw that there was not the slightest hint of banter on the other party's face, he asked tentatively, "What about Gondor...... You really don't care about me?"

"As a fellow criminal, what qualifications do I have?" Seeing that Thranduil was still a little incredulous, her eyes were full of suspicion when she looked at her, and she had no choice but to explain: "The matter of Gondor is now, and no living creature can easily change the outcome. I, an ordinary Sindar elf, can't do anything, and I can't do anything to accuse you of ignoring my own crimes. You have said that the real power of Gondor is determined by the Gondor people, and you do follow the decisions of the Gondor people. I don't have any reason to blame you. Just one point, that is, the manipulation of the Gondor power change, and the letter restraining Merandil in his hand, he will be responsible to the Gondor people who do not know the truth. Merandiel's movements must always be kept on track so that he is always on the path of being kind to the people. ”