Bright Moon Fairy King

Finally, they arrived at the Woodland Kingdom.

What you see in front of you is a cave palace, located under a hill covered with emerald green trees. The trees are growing wantonly on the hills, and you can even clearly see the thick tree roots digging deeply into the river.This is a palace full of life and poetry~

Walking in, there is a barracks-like place near the entrance of the palace. You can see many elves busy. They are wearing leather armor, their collars are decorated with white gems, and the belts around their waists are inlaid with emeralds. , her beautiful golden hair was tied into a braid and tied up with silver rings.

Auroville saw such a wonderful place and felt that it was a completely different world from the outside.

Greer felt proud when he saw Orovel's fascinated look.There's nothing like being fascinated and admired by outsiders about your hometown.

Greer turned to him and said: "Oroville, we have put the goods here, but there is no carriage inside. I will take you to see King Thranduil."

Orovel nodded, and Greer led him toward the palace.

Along the way, Orovir could see gems used for lighting every few steps.They are neatly mounted on the wall one by one, bringing bright light to the originally dark woodland kingdom.Making the entire woodland kingdom magnificent.

Arriving at the main hall, Greer saluted the person on the throne. "Great King Thranduil, this elf came to visit you after hearing about your glorious deeds, and he also sent the stranded wine."

On the throne is a noble and elegant elf. He wears a crown made of red leaves and berries on his head. He has silver-white hair hanging loosely on his shoulders. Under the hair is a pair of people who are full of historical vicissitudes but bright in the heart. eyes.He waved his hand and signaled Greer to step aside first, leaving him to talk to Oroviel alone.

After seeing the king's order, Greer saluted again and then left.

In the palace, the two people looked at each other, and their momentum continued to rise.On one side was Thranduil, who stared at Orovel with a piercing gaze, as if he wanted to see through everything in Orovel.Oroviel looked at Thranduil calmly, as if he didn't care about his temptation, just so calm.

After a while, Thranduil let out a hearty laugh. "Interesting, very interesting, really interesting. A strange elf, you can actually maintain a calm heart under the gaze of an elf king. You know, even my son will look a little reserved under my gaze. , I’m a little curious about your identity.”

"According to everything I know, neither the Teleri, nor the Noldor, nor the Vanyars, nor the Silvans, nor the Sindar, have ice-blue hair like yours." So where did you come from? Why did you come to my kingdom again? I don't think you are just here to visit.

Faced with Thranduil's question, Orovel said frankly, "It's true. There is no race with ice-blue hair among the elven races in the world of Alda. I come from the outside world, and I also know something about you." I believe you can still feel some pain on the left side of your face."

Thranduil's eyes were slightly narrowed at this time, with danger in his eyes. This was a very bad memory for him. The dragon burned the left side of his face.Even though he had an immortal body that could repair all scars on his body, the dragon's evil fire was so powerful that it caused irreversible trauma to his eternal soul.The left side of his face could only contend with the constant repair of his body and the damage to his soul, causing his left face to sometimes look perfect as before and sometimes look horrifying.Eventually he had to use magic to disguise himself.No one except his close friends knew about this.

And with all the abilities given to Orovir by the World Tree, he clearly saw Thranduil's injury.

Every elf admires beautiful things, and they are disgusted by all ugly things.Not only did Thranduil hate the condition of his left cheek, but more importantly, as an elf king, he was the leader of the high-blooded Sindar elves among the Silvan clan in this dense forest.He couldn't stand this situation.A king is dignified in appearance!Even if the appearance is not outstanding, everything must be complete.

Oroviel looked at Thranduil's increasingly dangerous gaze. He put his right hand on his chest and lowered his head slightly. "You don't have to worry that I will reveal your secret. On the contrary, I have a way to heal your injury and make it disappear from your face forever.

Thranduil dismissed what Oroviel said, "What an ignorant elf who speaks so arrogantly. In this era when Valar is not visible and powerful magic is not around, it is impossible to heal my injury!" Randhir said angrily.

Orovel didn't care about his angry and hurtful words.Orovel was communicating with the seeds of the World Tree, and at this moment, his whole body was exuding a warm blue light.The light became more and more dazzling, and it illuminated the entire palace.

Outside the palace, the elves and soldiers who were preparing to start working looked forward to the palace glowing with blue light.