Thranduil said in a firm tone, "I'll take it out and show it to you right now." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As soon as the words fell, Thranduil, who was still weak, actually let the dagger in his hand pierce into the heavy robe. Although the broken weapon was very sluggish, only a little head poked in, but Thranduil's resolute movements made Vernoll pounce in shock.

"Thranduil, this is crazy. Instantly startled, Vernoll leaned directly on his chest and reached out to hold the dagger. "Don't joke like that! no matter how powerful the elf's body is, it can't escape the death of a stabbing heart. ”

"Are you kidding? you think I'm joking?!" Thranduil, fearing that he would hurt the other man, gave up his strength as soon as his long white hands touched the rusty dagger. But Vernor's last words infuriated him completely. Discarding the unsuccessful weapon in his hand, and pushing the female elf leaning on his chest to face him, the elf king glared at her eyes with the remnants of the wood elf and said, "I don't want to hurt you, and I won't show you my heart in front of you." lest thou hinder thy hand, as Isild did on the day when he was gone. But don't think you can stop me. ”

After grabbing her by arms, Thranduil bent over to confront her. "You can't stop a king from doing whatever he wants. As long as you don't believe in my true feelings and don't accept my love, I will never discourage your desire to let you see your true heart. Think about it, every day in the future, you may see me at any time to dissect my true heart for you. It's up to me when you'll see it!, though, I can tell you for sure. As long as you keep not accepting it, one day you will see it. See how it was taken out of my chest and held in front of you under your merciless rejection. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Elf King decisively let go of his hands and turned around and walked out. As he expected, he had only walked three steps before he was stopped.

"Thranduil, can you dispel this terrible thought?" the softness of Vernoer's tone contrasted sharply with the rigidity, even begging. "I never doubted your sincerity. So, you don't need to show me what it really is at all. ”

I know that you can't bear the responsibility of the Elf King's death to prove his true heart to you. Although I still have a lot to let go of in Middle-earth.

If there weren't so many cute wood elves to guard, I'd be happy to give you my heart. But I have too many creatures on my shoulders, and because of their presence, I have lost the right to completely determine my own destiny. But I don't mind threatening you with a hypothesis. And this threat is precisely the magic weapon to win.

Feeling that Vernor's weakness was pinched in his palm, Thranduil turned around triumphantly.

"You believe it?" he scoffed twice, gesturing at the female elf who hadn't fully emerged from the horror. "If you really believe it, you will accept me. No female elf could refuse true affection, let alone from someone she did not reject. So, your actions betray you. Either prove that you believe in me by accepting me, or wait and see me die for you. You pick one. ”

Selfishly, Vernoll was willing to choose the former, but she couldn't. As for the latter, it is something she absolutely cannot and does not want to see. What's even more terrifying is that Thranduil is serious. The past fifteen years of being with her let her know that what the other party said at this time will not turn into a joke over time.

Either way, I can't accept it. What should I do?

Vernor, who had a deep headache, reluctantly smiled, and his whole body softened. Trying to avoid the topic in a way she had never failed before, she stepped forward and rested her head on the Elven King's chest, even reaching out to wrap her hand around him. Strangely, what was once a very lethal behavior for the Elf King did not cause much reaction from him. When Vernorr raised his face against his chest and spoke, the Elven King pursed his lips and remained motionless, only lowering his eyelids slightly to stare at the other.

This sense of composure stems not only from fifteen years as a king, but also from the pain caused by human maids. In addition to being greatly frightened and weakened, the elven king, who was almost wiped out, also gained a leapfrog improvement in his mind in the ordeal. And this time, his purpose is clear - to be able to accompany the promise of eternal life, not just to dispel the sugar-coated cannonballs for a while!

Under the gaze of the determined eyes, Vernor was a little flustered. She tried to make her voice softer, and suggested with a light smile: "Shall we not be so nervous?"

In the Elven King's shake, she said softly, which sounded like a kind reminder: "If you persist any longer, I can only refuse to make a decision." In order not to have to face such multiple choice questions in the future, I will also choose not to meet you again. ”

This means that no choice will be made, and that it will quickly disappear within one's reach.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, his expression still indifferent. In fact, from the moment she gave her the choice, Thranduil cut off all retreats. If he can choose to accept the best, and if he insists on refusing, he doesn't mind letting his body become a corpse. He also guessed that Vernorr would use semi-threatening words to evade the choice. The Elf King, who had already been prepared, nodded indifferently on his left chest, and replied in a calm voice: "Then you will see it a moment before you leave - your refusal to make a decision seems to me to have chosen the latter." I am honored to have my flesh perish in your arms. ”

At this moment, the Elf King actually had a sense of relief and satisfaction that he had never felt before.

No matter how much she can't let go, it can't be compared to dying in the arms of her beloved creatures, and she will always remember it. Maybe this sacrifice can also be exchanged for a change in the content of her eyes? If I really die for her, I will not be the same as Okpa? From now on, I will be on the same level as Okpa's status in her heart. The shattered Wood Elves were shattered even by the ghosts, and Mandus could not summon all the scattered spirits back to the temple, and naturally could not restore the Wood Elves. In other words, one day she will go to the temple or Valinor, and it will be just me, and there will be absolutely no such abominable wood elf. What other power does she have to reject me, and what power does she have not to respond to my love?