As a dozen young attendants stepped into the hall, all the middle-aged attendants stepped back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBefore the two elves present noticed the change in their attendants, several pairs of unusually soft hands had already climbed on the elven king's body.

"Your Majesty has sent us to serve you well. After the leading maid who had been instructed by Queen Gondor herself said these words calmly, she put her mouth into the ear of the Elf King, and whispered in a voice that only the Elf King, whose eyes suddenly widened, could hear: "The Queen has an order, and we must offend you fiercely." ”

To offend me with something that violates the holiness of the elven race, Merandil and your wife are so clever. However, this method is a bit too much, and it seems that I have a hard time holding on?

The holiness factor imprinted in the depths of his heart caused the Elf King to have a strong sense of rejection and discomfort. He felt his breathing become difficult, his headache splitting, and even his throat began to churn, as if something was rushing up violently.

Although I am very unwilling, I want to sing this play with all my might. But completely uncontrollable feelings tormented the young king wave after wave. Desperately grasping the handrail, the elf king suppressed the feeling of wanting to vomit, and successfully let out a dull roar. "I don't need to serve, get out of here. ”

But can words alone stop a handmaiden who bears the king's command?

As the leading maid began to remove her robes for herself, the corners of the Elf King's mouth began to twitch after the maid behind him gently stroked his back with a very provocative motion. He also wanted to drink the maid next to him, stopping this show that he knew would be the most effective, but because of the next action of the leading maid, he had to close it and suppress the vomiting sensation that almost rushed to the base of his tongue.

The ladies who had been instructed by the queen herself were attached to him, and the leader sat lightly on one of his legs, and his head rested directly on his arm. Washed until the black hair that exuded a faint fragrance, it even accidentally rubbed against the elf king's raised chin. This kind of contact is nothing in other races, and Merandiel thinks that it will only cause a little disgust from the holy elves, but it almost kills the elven king.

This was the first time Thranduil perceived the rebellion of "holiness". The Elven King, who couldn't even speak, wanted to shake off all the human females with a shake of his hand, but he knew that if he did so, the humans who assisted him and Merandil would either die or be injured. In the brief time he was hesitating to hurt the female human on his mission, and to stop the discomfort, he found himself losing all ability to resist and began to convulse.

Of course, elves are willing to be close to creatures who have a good feeling, and even yearn to be closer to their beloved hearts, but they can be approached by completely strangers of different races and opposite sexes, and all elves have only one reaction. Wiped out under a violent sense of compulsion. The Elf King, surrounded by more than a dozen young and beautiful women, was beginning the prelude to the ashes - convulsions and spasms.

If Thranduil hadn't been in too much pain to speak, he would have said to Elrond, "Help me." "Unfortunately, there are no ifs. At the moment when he was still able to roll his eyeballs, he cast a plea look at the wise man for help. Before his vision blurred, he clearly saw a terrified Elrond turn and walk out of the room, leaving without hesitation.

He was also afraid of being implicated, so he didn't save him, right? I forgive you.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, as if countless hands were tearing at his own pain, and Thranduil endured the great pain and began to slander unwillingly: Vera, even if I have to die, can I die at the hands of my beloved creature?

In response to him was a young maid leaning on his shoulder, reaching out to unfasten him. Thranduil only heard the first thing she said, which was, "What's the matter, isn't this how you elves reproduce?"

Elrond is a creature in all of Middle-earth who will never die without being saved.

The moment he saw the young maid surrounding the Elven King, he felt terrible. Knowing that the maids had come at Merandil's behest, Elrond did not waste a moment blaming the perpetrators of the blame, but began to use his wise mind to figure it out.

Finding that the verbal rebuke alone could not stop the maidens from proceeding further, and that Thranduil was already suffering from the "holy" rebellion, the wise man did not approach himself as well, but turned and walked out, calling the nearest dozen dwarven soldiers, who were only concerned with drinking and chatting.

"Pull all the humans out there. ”

For the first time, the dwarven soldier looked panicked when he saw the well-behaved lord. Even if the feeling of panic was only for a moment, it was enough to make the dwarven soldier stunned slightly. Unexpectedly, it was just a short time of stunned, and it made the wise man so anxious that he almost jumped to his feet.

"Why are you still stunned?" Elrond directly pushed the nearest dwarf to him, and let out an angry shout, "Go in and rescue the Elven King immediately." ”

When the soldiers entered the room, they found that the situation inside was quite fragrant. If it weren't for the fact that the person in question had already rolled his eyes and fainted in his chair, the situation at the scene would have looked "wonderful" to the dwarves. The scantily clad young women of more than ten years anxiously gathered around the elf king and whispered, and the object of their call was not disgusted at all, only the strong breasts exposed to the air rose and fell slightly, as if calling for unwillingness and struggle.

The elven king is good at fighting, but he can't deal with the creatures of the opposite sex at all, and there is no way to compare with our king. The dwarven soldier forced a smile and drove away all the maids at Elrond's behest. The last soldier to leave turned his head to look at the elven king's snow-white chest, and said meaningfully to the lord, "Your Majesty the woodland doesn't need our help to wake up, right?"

He turned his head to look at the Elf King, whose fingers were still twitching slightly, and then at the soldiers in front of him. Considering that the contact between the other races could still cause fierce disgust, Elrond wiped his sweat and said, "I'd better come myself." Keep watch outside and let no living creature come in. ”

"No creatures will be allowed in!" the soldier smiled and walked out, closing the door. And Elrond obviously didn't know that he was once again in the eyes of the dwarves and had a relationship with the elven king, so he just frowned and took out a pungent ointment and put it next to the tip of the elven king's nose.

Things were a little better than Elrond had imagined, but after a few minutes, Thranduil opened his eyes.

"There's no alien anymore. With these words, the elf king, who still had a trace of fear in his eyes, comforted the elf king, and the wise man asked with concern, "How do you feel now?"