[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

What could be better than playing a role where you have to get up early in the morning to make up, do styling and wear a wig, and you must keep your hair vertical and smooth throughout the whole process, with a calm and elegant posture, try to keep your chest up and your abdomen in place, and don’t step on the corners of your clothes, and you have to be poked in the face by the crown on your head from time to time What is more terrifying about the Elf King?

some.

That is, when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that he had really become the Elf King.

One second he was still struggling with how to tell Cecilia that he was not her boyfriend Alex Eakin, but another poor man who was inexplicably possessed by Alex, and the next second He saw that the scene in front of him changed completely, and it was completely turned upside down in the blink of an eye, and the addition of special effects was not so fast.

I don't know if the real Alex will be dragged back to the bed by his violent girlfriend or beaten to death when the real Alex returns...

He silently mourned for three seconds.

Without the green screen, the environment in front of me looks strange and familiar.

Under the dim and warm light, the thick and thin cylinders embraced by the two are like living branches, the high roof and the spiraling arc-shaped stairs, and neatly stacked clothes are placed on a wooden low table And a transparent wine glass filled with red wine.

Like the color of ancient wood washed by the years, the surrounding colors and decorations are full of thick and vicissitudes of tranquility.

He shivered unconsciously.

Wait, isn't this scene——

He lowered his head, and saw himself soaking naked in a huge circular bathtub, which was probably the jacuzzi of the legendary Elven King.

However, why doesn't the Jacuzzi of the King of Fairies have an automatic hot water function?What should he do if he thinks the temperature is a bit cold? Can he ask someone to heat the water...

Forget it, it's not room service after all.

They come, the security.

Compared to facing Cecilia who didn't know how to explain it, although he suddenly appeared in Middle-earth World, although it was a bit magical, it was still acceptable-even if it was also undressed, at least no one would dare to disturb him by visual inspection The elf king's bath.

He thought optimistically, stood up from the bath, dried his hair and the water dripping from his body with a towel-like fabric beside him, and changed into the soft robe that should be an inner garment that was placed on the low table.

Walking up slowly along the winding stairs, you will arrive at the bedroom of the elf king Thranduil.

Even though he has played this noble and elegant elf king several times, he is still shocked by the luxury and beauty of the scene in front of him, which is completely different from the scene in front of the green screen: in the empty and silent palace, there are various wooden scenes seemingly randomly placed. The furniture is decorated with amber like melted frosting, and the soft velvet glows with a slight cold light. On the thin black shelf half a person's height in the corner, there is also a fragrant orchid stored in a crystal like a transparent eggshell.

He took a closer look curiously, and it seemed that there was no water or soil, and he didn't know how elves were cultivated.

However, what surprised him the most was the mirror made of crystal that was almost as tall as himself. This exquisite artwork was exuding a faint glow, reflecting his startled face in every detail, as if The most realistic illusory reflection.

The elven king in the mirror has a pair of unusually icy pupils. There is a lingering indifference and loneliness between the sharp eyebrows and eyes. His pale complexion makes his unparalleled beauty look more independent and untainted. A speck of dust.

Probably because he heard the noise he made accidentally while walking, the elves outside the door knocked on the door lightly and regularly three times, but they got used to filing in without a response. These elves, who should be maids, were holding various clothes and elves. The crowns that Wang wears every day hang their heads and hold their breath, and they don't even dare to look up at him.

Does this mean that he is asked to choose the clothes to wear today?

Perhaps because he stared in one direction for a little longer, one of the elves offered the clothes in his hands, and he subconsciously picked them up with his hands, but met the elf's slightly frightened eyes.

"His Majesty?"

He suddenly remembered his current identity, withdrew his hands and said solemnly: "Let's just leave it at that."

He turned around with downcast eyes lightly, and continued to look at himself in the mirror in the most pretentious posture of his life.

Although it seems a bit narcissistic to do so, there is no way to do it, at least he doesn't have to worry about his expression cracking unknowingly all the time.

He silently looked at the figure in the mirror, and the elf who had the same facial features as his own but the opposite temperament was also silently looking back at him. It was the same face but had a completely different temperament, and the habitual aloofness and arrogance between the eyebrows and eyes were full of emotion. almost overflowing.

He twitched the corners of his lips secretly, and naturally let his eyes go blank, allowing these elf maids to serve more meticulously than professional stylists.

Because of the awe-inspiring face of the Elf King, even if he is out of the sky, he looks even more cold and out of the dust.

No one dared to look directly at the snow-covered eyes of the Elven King, and he would not be too idle to stare at the elves who were familiar with Thranduil himself—it was not because they were afraid that they would not find "Thranduil" The exception!

So when he probably felt that today's appearance was almost the same, he said the lines that he had thought about for a long time:

"You go out first, I want to be quiet."

Then he heard a clear female voice, who seemed to have heard it somewhere, softly replied: "As you wish, Your Majesty."

Only then did he realize that at some point in the bedroom, only the elf behind him was left. She had just arranged his crown, and her cold fingers seemed to have touched his forehead inadvertently.

Can anyone tell me when the other elves went out? It's really scary to be so silent. Is it true that even the female elves have such strong force values?

He thought about it silently, and then saw through the reflection of the mirror from the corner of his eye that the black-haired elf retreated quietly with his head bowed respectfully. With a cold posture, it is impossible to see whether the legendary elf is really as elegant and beautiful as it is written in the book.

But that's good too, he can finally get a good night's sleep after the first short trip through which he was confused.

With a feeling of abandonment, he casually fell down on Thranduil's luxurious big bed, which seemed extremely comfortable and sleepy, and then——

It's been a long time since the Hobbit trilogy was finished. I haven't been poked in the face by the crown. Today I feel the pain again.

Grinning his teeth in pain, he casually pulled a pillow that was as soft as a cloud, and gave up his plan to take off the crown—because he wasn't sure if he could wear it back, and fell into a sweet sleep.

The moment he closed his eyes, he recalled in a trance that it seemed that the first time he traveled was also the moment when he was sleepy, not half asleep, half dreamy, and half awake, with a pair of soft, sweet and cool lips, like feathers. It fell lightly on his lips...

The sun is setting and the sun is setting slightly.

When he woke up again, he did not return to his familiar home or another completely unfamiliar environment as he had imagined in his dream, but remained in the palace of the elves.

He rubbed his eyes. The long-term pressure of the crown made of branches made him feel a little pain in his cheeks. He walked to the mirror in a daze and looked at it. Sure enough, his face was flushed on the right side, and the clothes on his body seemed a little messy.

knock knock --

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and a male elf's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, today's official documents have been sorted out."

He looked at his image in the mirror that might not fit the style of the Elf King, and took the shortest time to sort out the folds and indentations of the clothes on his body.

He caught a glimpse of the ornately decorated throne-like chair, and quickly sat on it, crossing his long legs, imagining that under him was the unique antler throne in the movie, holding his right hand with one hand as if impatiently. face, said lightly: "Come in."

The male elf held official documents and files about half a meter high, pushed open the door and walked in. Compared with the respectfulness of those elf maids, his gaze was a little more imperceptible, and although his face was also the same. He is young and handsome, but his temperament shows that he is not really as young as his appearance, but an old elf who has experienced countless times and years, hides a history and past events, and has experienced trials and vicissitudes.

He guessed that this might be the elven steward mentioned in the book—Galian, but he didn't dare to speak until he really confirmed it.

The elf suspected of being Galian placed all the things in his hands on the low table within his reach, and then stood aside without speaking.

This means, does he really want to deal with the bunch of things in front of him that he probably can't understand at all?

He twitched the corner of his mouth, but did not move for a long time.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled in through the window sill, and the outside scenery was a fiery red sea of ​​trees, which looked magnificent with the burning sky.

"Your Majesty, if you really don't want to deal with it, you can put it on tomorrow." The elf said softly, "Occasionally, let's have a feast with your people. I heard that those cute elves have come up with a new program. Even Cecilia, who never attends banquets, went."

"Cecilia?" He froze for a moment, the name really impressed him very much.

The elf smiled, and said rather helplessly: "Your Majesty, don't you even remember the name of the personal maid who serves you and puts on the crown every morning? Her amazing height and her special black hair should be very recognizable."

He nodded casually as a response, and all his thoughts had already drifted to earlier, but he was probably too busy not to show his flaws at that time, and didn't pay much attention to the appearance of those elf maids. Now think about this "Cecily" Asia" should refer to the last female elf to leave?

Cecilia was really easy to recognize. Her long raven-colored hair and outstanding height made him almost immediately see a female elf standing on the terrace blowing the evening breeze.

"Cecilia, is that you?"

he asked hesitantly.

The female elf seemed to turn her head under the night sky where the stars and the moon were reflected, her eyes, which were like transparent amber under the light, were still full of surprise, and the wind blew her hair, flying it up and down. The radian of her skin further brought out the jade-like luster of her fair skin, which was as moving as a beautiful dream.