end of time

The order for Seimyeon to pay attention to Oaks' movements went smoothly.Lucinda resumed the life she had grown accustomed to.

During the day, I usually deal with government affairs with His Highness in the hall where my father used to stay.At first, she was just a little helper, and gradually Thranduy would entrust her with some simple government affairs, and occasionally asked for her opinion. After discovering that some of her opinions were very insightful, the blond prince was not happy on the surface. She was so sensual, but in fact, she gradually handed over some more important things to her, and she lived up to expectations and did a great job.In the afternoon, Thranduil had the habit of inspecting the armaments, and sometimes Lucinda would accompany him to the Silvan elves' barracks to comfort those who were about to set foot on the battlefield.It can be seen that they all trust and respect Thranduil.At night, Lucinda usually practiced archery not far from her home. Unlike the previous hundreds of years, this time she was aboveboard. The titular teacher Thranduil seldom gave pointers. He stood on the sidelines while drinking, but every time he said a few words in a flat manner, they were very to the point for Lucinda.Occasionally, Sylvain soldiers who passed by would come to make gestures and learn from each other when they saw the young lady practicing arrows.Lucinda's initial bouts of defeat and occasional wins all the way to eventual easy wins.The soldiers were so annoyed that they complained that His Highness should personally guide them.

Once life is busy and enriched, time flies very fast.After Lucinda received the letter from Amonlan, the green forest has entered the snowy winter.

A fire was lit in the council hall that morning. She was dressed too thinly in the morning, and shivered from the cold while doing the work at hand. Thranduil, who was seated above, couldn't stand it anymore and threw the crimson cloak to her.

Lucinda was still a little dazed after receiving the warm and gorgeous cloak, looking at Thranduil in bewilderment.

As a result, the prince who bowed his head to deal with government affairs received a flat and slightly displeased reply: "Don't chatter your teeth, it's very noisy. Ask the maid to bring me some clothes and return them to me."

"Then you..." Lucinda asked subconsciously, but the corners of the blond Highness's lips pursed impatiently, and she said clearly, I don't need a cloak to keep out the cold.

Thinking about it, how could His Royal Highness, who can resurrect Youan Tallinn by himself, be afraid of the severe cold?Lucinda curled her lips, and put on the cloak with peace of mind. For her, the cloak was too long, and the bottom part had to be folded on her knees.The cloak was of fine satin, soft and warm.The warm current flows into the limbs and bones, and finally converges to the left side of the chest.Comfortable and pleasantly tight.The corners of the red-haired elf's lips curled up unconsciously.

That's when Alves, the Silvan Elf, walked in.

"Your Highness, Miss." The visitor took off his hood, revealing a rather delicate face.

"Alves? Didn't you follow Ada to Amenlan?" Lucinda was surprised.

"The general gave me annual leave this year. By the way, let me bring the general's reply letter, so I won't bother the messenger." The brown-haired elf had a natural and warm smile.

Lucinda rushed up holding the cloak: "Ada's reply!"

When I opened the letterhead, I saw the familiar font. I suppressed my excitement and joy and read it. The red-haired elf turned around and smiled at the blond-haired Highness above: "Ada praised me for making a lot of progress."

Alves turned to look at the blond prince: "Your Highness, Your Majesty also has a letter for me to bring to you."

He took a few steps forward and presented the letter with the king's seal to His Highness, but Thranduil didn't reach out to take it.

Alves looked up, but saw His Royal Highness's gaze shifted from the red-haired elf wearing his cloak in the center to the letter paper, and said casually: "Is that a letter from ada?" His slender fingers pulled out the letter paper, calmly read up.

The brown-haired elf's eyes shifted from the dignified and cold Highness to the center Lucinda who was wrapped in an obviously ill-fitting cloak, and then turned back again, keenly aware of the playful arc of the elf's lips.

"Then, Your Highness, Miss, I will step back first."

Exit quietly and close the door of the Council Hall.Alves turned around and saw another slender figure walking in the snow.

"Aimee." He greeted lightly.

"Hey, Alves, are you back?" Lucinda's maid, Aimee, was extremely surprised.

"Well, where are you going?"

Ai Mei raised the robe in her hand at the other party: "Miss is wearing too little clothes this morning, I will send her clothes there."

"Hey, don't..." Alves blocked Aimee's way.

"What's wrong?" Aimee looked up suspiciously.

"Trust me, Miss Lucinda won't be frozen." Alves smiled mysteriously.

Inside the council hall.

Lucinda happily returned to her seat with the letter in her hands, smiling brightly at the corners of her brows and eyes, as if ada's affirmation was such a great surprise to her.

"Your Highness, did His Majesty the King say anything?"

Thranduy glanced at her indifferently: "It's just the military situation in the north. By the way, let me ask about our situation."

"Oh." Lucinda nodded knowingly, and before she could react, a bunch of reports flew into her arms.

"West. We have strengthened our troops for so long, but we haven't seen any major movements. Desmond is a little bit impatient. You reply to him."

"Okay." Lucinda quickly picked up the quill and replied.

Thranduy, on the other hand, looked at her for a while, then turned his head to continue reviewing the letter, but the strange smile that flashed across the lips of the elf named Alves flashed in his mind.The blond prince was displeased to find that he couldn't fully concentrate at the moment!It's all the fault of the brown-haired elf, he couldn't help thinking while looking at the text and writing a reply, the tip of the pen carved heavy marks.damn it!What is he laughing at?

Forest elves are lively and optimistic by nature.They like to be lively, even in the winter when the forest is sleeping, they still have a big banquet to celebrate.

Although the Southern Territory does not have General Allen this year, it has the noble and legendary His Royal Highness Thranduil.The festive and cheerful atmosphere is no different from the past.

The snow was cleared away, and a warm bonfire was lit in the open space.The crisp, slightly chilly air was filled with the aroma of roasted chestnuts.The Silvan elves gathered together in twos and threes to talk cordially, and let out bursts of joyful laughter from time to time.The long table is full of exquisite and rich food, and some small flowers that are hard to see in winter are dotted around the table.At one end of the long table stood costly gilt and silver plates and crystal goblets.That is for Your Highness.The fine wine in the cellar was brought up one by one, and the crimson and translucent wine was poured into the jug, and the mellow and intoxicating fragrance filled the air.

"Lucy, I remember that you didn't drink alcohol before." Alves looked at the wine glass on the seat belonging to the Daughter of the Forest at the bottom right of the prince's seat, and was amazed.

Lucinda was wearing light white clothes today, with a fiery red cloak hanging down her shoulders, which complemented her snow-skinned skin and blue eyes, making her look extraordinarily bright.

"There is a saying in human beings. After three days, you should look at each other with admiration. You stayed with me in Amenland for more than a year. How many three days does it take?" Lucinda was very interested in this since childhood His playmate is very casual, drinking a cup of hot milk in his hand, his eyes rolling around.

"Scholar... After three days, I am impressed..." Alves struggled to pronounce the strange syllables, "What does this mean?"

"That is to say, when two people reunite after being separated for a long time, they need to look at people with new eyes, understand? This is a saying of people in the East far away."

Alves looked at her like a rare object: "Hey, when have you been to the far, far east again?"

"I haven't been there, but your Highness has." Lucinda put the milk aside, and from the campfire, she picked out a roasted chestnut that was roasted fragrant and crunchy, and threw it into her mouth, eating it sweetly, "He Taught me."

Alves also sat down by the bonfire, and the weird smile that made Thranduy's teeth itch with hatred appeared again on the corners of his lips: "I guess, His Highness also taught you about drinking?"

"Almost, but at that time His Highness was drinking for His Majesty the King, and I respect him." The elf in red had clear eyes and answered simply, "It turns out that the taste of Dovinin is really good. So I gradually fell in love with it. "

The taste is not bad, and I slowly fell in love with it.It's really Lucy's usual style.The smile on the lips of the brown-haired elf deepened: "Then, what do you think of His Highness who taught you how to drink alcohol and the Eastern sayings...?" The tone was full of teasing.

Lucinda tilted her head and looked at her old friend who was smiling like a fox: "Evil fox, don't think that I don't want to know what you want? You don't need to do everything possible to try. Yes, I really like His Highness."