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When Thranduy saw the familiar smile on Alves' lips, the veins on his forehead couldn't help but started to twitch.However, the cold and self-sufficient Highness quickly calmed down, raised his eyes to glance at Alves with glowing eyes, and said casually: "If you are tired from dancing, you can sit down and drink two glasses of my Dovein."

The brown-haired elf was stunned, and thought for a second. He chose the latter between having to bear the double anger and continue to tease the two elves, and sitting down and enjoying the best wine exclusive to His Highness with peace of mind.

Lucinda gave the damned elf a hard look, wondering what the hell he was up to.

The fragrant wine smelled everywhere, but no one spoke at the long table.Thranduil remained silent as usual, but Lucinda obviously felt the air around her several degrees lower, and froze there, sipping her own liquor in small sips.Alves, who felt inexplicably uncomfortable, rarely drank quietly the wine exclusive to His Highness that he had coveted for a long time, admiring and thinking about how to get something interesting.Occasionally, an elf who came to fetch food looked at the three curiously, but was forced to turn away by the obvious low air pressure.

Alves, who had already drank two cups slowly and felt a little overwhelmed, finally found his chance.A guard on duty came over and whispered something in the prince's ear, as if it was a military report or something. Thranduy put down his glass and left without saying a word.Alves reckoned that he would be back in a short time, and while Lucinda was concentrating on eating the fruit, he secretly took an empty cup from the other side of the long table, and poured the dovein that Lucinda drank and the special cup for His Highness. That's all poured in.

"Lucy, come and taste this, it's delicious."

Lucinda didn't drink well, and she hesitated to say that His Highness's wine didn't seem suitable for her, but it couldn't make up for the repeated invitations from Alves, whom she hadn't seen in a year.In addition, smelling the sweet and fragrant taste of this small glass of wine seemed not bad, so I took it.

The corners of the brown-haired elf's lips curled up.

What should I say about Alves' glass of wine?It includes wines that elves like Lucinda with a relatively low alcohol content will not get too drunk if they drink a little more, and the wines that Thranduy, who has an unfathomable capacity for alcohol, usually likes.The former is a bit like human beer, and the latter, let's say, because of the taste of Selendu Ibn, his wine is generally full of rich grape mellow aroma, and it is sweet when tasted, so it is easy to drink. Was mistaken for juice.It is said that once His Highness the Prince entertained his friend Lord Elrond, the owner of Forest Valley, this was what was served at the banquet. Although the capacity for alcohol was not as high as His Highness, the Lord was not too shallow. He drank three cups and even laughed. After drinking Dovehin mixed with fruit juice, he fell on Glorfindel who had just raised his glass in less than a minute. After sleeping unconsciously for a day in the guest room, he stood at the door and squinted at him. His blond-haired Highness, who was drinking glasses of wine as if nothing had happened, could no longer speak.As a result, the Lord of Jinhua, who was less able to drink, dared not even taste His Highness's best wine.

The human beings of later generations refer to this wine of Alves as mixed wine.Very intoxicating, and, it turns out, pretty easy to get the elf too.

When Alves thought of these things, the color of Lucinda's cheeks, who was holding the empty glass, was already like a newly opened lotus.When Alves asked her a question, it often took her a long time to answer.

Squinting and seeing the tall and slender figure approaching, Alves whispered something in the ear of the elf who was so drunk that his eyes were doubled, and then left the long table lightly, in a timely and elegant manner. He firmly held Aimee's hand who was about to come here to pick up something.

"Dear Aimee...it's great to see you again...come on, let's dance together for the sake of our true friendship!"

"..."

When Thranduy came back, he found that Alves had left, and he felt relieved.He flung his cloak and sat casually in a comfortable chair, his slender legs gracefully overlapping (also known as Erlang legs in later generations).Unconsciously, his unintentional movements are perfect and cold and charming in the eyes of the elves, like a picture scroll.

It is a good thing that the elves in the Great Green Forest are still happy and lively in the mid-earth.His blond-haired Highness stroked the crystal cup half filled with wine with his fingers, still calmly looking at his subjects celebrating by the bonfire.However, it didn't take long for him to quietly notice something was wrong with the one closest to him.

Lucinda first frowned and raised her forehead, then sighed wistfully, propped her elbows on the long table, and then slid her whole head down, her long hair pouring down until her chin rested on the white tablecloth. Comparable to her hair and cloak.She lay there feeling comfortable and stopped moving. A pair of big sparkling eyes raised up ignorantly, staring at the elf in front of her without hesitation.

Thranduil felt that he could no longer pretend to ignore the gaze that was staring straight at him. He turned his head, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and looked into the red-haired elf's blue eyes that were confused and confused.

"Are you drunk again?"

"..."

"I mean, do you need a break?"

Lucinda, who had never heard of it, was still thinking about the words of the brown-haired elf with an uncontrollable low laugh. It took her a long time to figure out what Alves asked, and finally she muttered, Slightly impatient.

"Your Highness..."

"..."

"Didn't I tell you..."

"..."

"I really like Your Highness..."

"...!!!"

"Alves... Did you drink too much? How did your memory become so bad... Huh?"

Lucinda lay on the table, murmuring weakly, not aware of the momentary stagnation in the air full of wine aroma.

When no one answered, she opened her eyes suspiciously, and there was only a vague figure in front of her eyes, fixed there with a wine glass in her hand.

She took a deep breath, and found that her lips and teeth were full of the rich aroma of grapes. She patted her cheek vigorously, staring at him in confusion, "Well, why can't I see your face clearly..."

Trying to support himself, he rubbed against the table to hold the stiff and slender arm on the table.

"Why didn't I see you wearing this silver dress...it's so beautiful...you can wear it a few more times in the future...ah, how did your hair color become golden...just like your highness..."

Same as Your Highness... Same... Your Highness...

A very sudden, very short, very hopeless ray of clarity flashed across Lucinda's bewildered mind.

Her breathing stopped suddenly, her eyes were wide open, and she looked up slowly, carefully, and fearfully along the arm she was holding.

A perfectly shaped jaw, beautiful and sexy thin lips, a straight nose bridge, and deep and beautiful eyes under thick eyebrows.The blond hair remained motionless, and the hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air.Those eyes also seemed to be in a daze, staring at her dazedly, strangely, and inexplicably shocked, like an ice-blue deep sea in an extremely cold place with dark waves and dark waves.

Ice blue... ice blue!

broken!

The whole world was turned upside down, Lucinda's eyes went dark, and she simply passed out.

"Miss must be drunk, it's so cold, I have to send her back to her room to rest!" Aimee, who saw Lucinda fell to the ground by the campfire, broke away from Alves and rushed over.

After a while.

"How is Lucy?" Alves asked with concern as he held his partner's hand again.

"Are you more drunk than last time? I really don't know what you drank? Aimee shook her head helplessly.

"Is she all right?" the brown-haired elf asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, she slept very deeply." Aimee said relaxedly, but her beautiful brows gradually frowned, looking very puzzled, "Your Highness..."

"What's wrong, Your Highness?!"

"I don't know why, His Highness's face seems to be very red. Could it be that he is also drunk?"