end of time

Thranduil looked at her, the shock and gratitude in his eyes could not be hidden.

"Lucy..." His fingers caressed her stretched slender eyebrows, the snow-colored skin was slightly pale due to the lack of spiritual power, and he felt a slight pain in his heart, "Too much loss in a short period of time is too harmful to the body..."

No one understands this better than he.Even King Orofer would not pour so much spiritual power into the forest at will.

Unlike the Sindas who moved here from the east, Lucinda was born and raised in Silvan. Although not as deep and powerful as his, her spiritual power can indeed be transmitted into the forest more smoothly and quickly. Give it the power to revive and renew...

only……

"Anyway, you won't leave me alone." She smiled softly, her slightly drooping eyelashes opening like butterfly wings.

He shook his head helplessly, and his warm kiss softly burned on the center of her brow.

"That's right..." He took her into his arms, "So, next, you have to take good care of me. This is the king's order."

"Lucinda, Reliver..." The silver-haired lady's voice came to an abrupt end.

Thranduy raised his head, looked at the silver-haired lady who was frozen in place with a natural expression, and did not let go of his embrace.

The red-haired elf in his arms struggled hard, but he couldn't get away, causing pain in his right shoulder, and he let out a low cry involuntarily.

Thranduy frowned and glanced at her: "What are you moving?"

The expression on Doris' face could no longer be described as exuberant.The always elegant and capable first lady put the crystal bottle containing Reliver on the table beside the king, and turned her head to wink at His Majesty the king whom she had watched grow up.

Well done, Your Majesty.

"Madame Doris, what else do you need?" the king asked calmly.

"It's nothing, I'll leave first, so I won't bother you two." The smile on the corners of Madam Doris's lips grew bigger and bigger, she leaned slightly and performed an unofficial courtesy, then turned and walked out.

After being punched in the chest, Thranduil suppressed a smile, stroked the elf-fire-like long hair in his arms, pressed it against her ear tip, and spoke softly.

"Lucy, why are your ears the same color as your hair..."

"..."

Imladris.

The turbulent river formed by melting snow in the mountains gurgled under the wooden bridge without guardrails, splashing silvery white water in the sun along the forest, and a white gravel path covered with moss between the grasslands. Leading into the verdant and lush valley, looking along the path, the elegant and ancient castle looms among the evergreen and vigorous trees.

Ten years have passed since the Great War, which has caused indelible damage to elves and humans, but the scars will fade away one day, and the homeland will always be rebuilt one day.

Ten years later, Imladris, under the protection of Via the Wind Ring, is still peaceful and beautiful on the surface, no different from before.

The slender and elegant young lord was wearing a royal blue robe and was sitting on the terrace quietly flipping through a volume of books.A glass of sake was placed on his left hand, and the light of the Ring of Wind Via on his finger was restrained and warm, which perfectly matched his own temperament.

Lindir has been thinking about whether he should disturb his lord who seems to be quite leisurely at this time.But because the probability of this matter is really lower than the possibility of the return of the black leader, and it did happen, he finally took a step forward and handed over the very formal appearance, the king's letters between.

"Big green forest?"

Elrond was indeed a little surprised, as if he was still in a daze, and asked in disbelief while taking the letter opener.

"Do you think Thranduil will have time, Yaxing will write to me?"

"I really don't think so, my dear lord, unless he is looking for some treasures. But now we have nothing but the Ring of Wind. It would be a waste of time for him to write this." Lindir said decisively, "But this The seal of the letter is indeed from that majesty!"

In Lindir's eyes, the golden flower lord who was directly ignored as a background and wiped his sword silently: "..."

Lindir wondered what was written in that letter.

He looked at the lord's slender fingers holding a thin page of letter paper, his thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he picked up the glass of what Glorfindel had said, adding basil leaves and ice dew grass brewed with the first snow The most suitable sake is to drink slowly and drink it dry.

What is going on?Could it be that the drunken King of the Greenwood wrote to ridicule his lord's drinking power?Lindir also heard from Glorfindel about the scandal of the lord getting drunk for three days in the Greenwood.

However, he was wrong.

Elrond suddenly let out a warm chuckle, put down the letter, left the seat, and leaned on the fence by the terrace with his hands, watching the gurgling water in the valley, his voice sounded like a dream.

"Lindyr, do you believe it? Thranduil, the wedding is going to take place."

What!

That unbelievably cold, unbelievably beautiful, blond elf king riding a big horned deer!Getting married too?

So……

Lin Dier rolled his eyes, and immediately thought of the reason why the master was abnormal.

The arrogant, difficult and picky lord has found his own Alberes, and the gentle, knowledgeable, tolerant young talent of his own lord, for thousands of years, even one The elf girl never took her hand.

No one would be able to bear this kind of thing.

It seems that Imladris should also have a mistress.

Lord Jinhua shuddered when he saw the familiar light that quickly burst out in Lindir's eyes.

The elf has already quickly scanned all the outstanding and noble female elves of the right age in Central Continent, and then quickly turned to the question of how much money should be charged to the guests if Imladris has a happy event, so as to reverse the current economic situation caused by war consumption .

And the black-haired elf looked at the beautiful landscape of the territory, and there was only deep confusion in his quiet black eyes.

"If you want to drink, you can come to Amonlan, and you won't be charged for your accommodation."

So soon, is it about to be fulfilled?

"Thrandui, should I come to drink your glass of wine..."

"Of course it should!" Lindir clapped his hands, and when he said this, he had a new idea in his mind, "Lord, don't forget, this majesty is rich. His elf in the big green forest All good wines, this time we can also bring Imladris's own mountain spring sake, pure snowflake honey wine, rain flower vanilla wine, brewed from plants under the protection of Via the Ring of Wind, all natural No pollution! Refreshing and not easy to get on top of. Counting our long-distance transportation costs, the labor costs for carrying the drinks are certain, which can make him a lot of money... Or say hello in advance, the drinks at the wedding can also be provided by us Well……"

Glorfindel shuddered again.He really didn't expect that Lin Dier would be so bold as to dare to attack that majesty's idea.

Fan La testified that he had seen the methods of the Green Forest King who was still His Royal Highness at that time!

Elrond ignored the chatter of his subordinates, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of the icy cold appearance of the blond elf.

He is no longer the blond prince who can travel all over Central Continent by riding a deer and hanging a sword with his unrestrained temperament, he is a king.Now the entire Central Continent, the most outstanding king.

In Central Continent after suffering from the war, no place recovered quickly like the big green forest.

Under the leadership of the king, the forest elves repaired the roads, dredged the river, and crossed his territory to become the shortest road across the north and south of Middle Continent (Elrond forced himself not to think about how much tolls would be levied for taking this road).The carefree songs of the forest elves and the bonfire party, he occasionally heard the mention of the human business traveler who stopped and rested in Rivendell. Sometimes they lost their way in the dark, and they were often surrounded by those touching songs and the warm firelight. Attracted.Although they complained (because the forest elves would leave some jewelry or wine as travel expenses in a semi-threatening way), they still sincerely envied the beautiful life of the forest elves and said that if possible, they would like to become green forest elves. His Majesty's people, because he was so kind to them.

The business travelers swear that they have never seen a country where even the most ordinary residents can play games with a string of gems as bets at will!

A small smile appeared on the corner of Elrond's lips, but gradually it turned into genuine helplessness.

Everyone knows that the forest elves have no worries about food and clothing, are unrestrained and happy, but who would think about what price their king will pay for it?

You said, we all have to make damn choices.

Did you already know at that time that once you embark on the road of the king, you can never turn back.

Lin Dier's increasingly excited voice still rang in his ears.

The black-haired lord opened his eyes, and turned to the much more steady Glorfindel who had remained silent, his voice still restrained and elegant.

"In your opinion, which way should we go to the Great Greenwood?"

"Does it need to be said?" Before Lord Jinhua opened his mouth, Lin Dier had already called out, his voice was slightly high-pitched due to excitement, "Our current financial situation cannot afford the toll of that majesty! Then Naturally, it is through Rose Lorraine, and maybe we can make companions with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel!"

After the war, the green forest was in ruins, but under the diligent governance of King Thranduil, the kingdom quickly recovered.When the forest elves woke up from the pain of the war and found that almost 20 years had passed since their king's engagement ceremony, they were in a hurry.

"His Majesty the King should not live alone in a cold palace."

"Our lives have changed for the better, but His Majesty is still alone. There should be an elf standing by his side."

"It also needs a grand wedding to awaken our new desire for the kingdom and the royal family."

"Better have a little prince or princess right away! As pretty as your majesty and Miss Lucinda!"

"Ah, just thinking about it makes me want to pinch my little face..."

It was under such circumstances that King Thranduy issued the wedding invitation.

What do people, or elves, usually do on the eve of a wedding?

Lucinda didn't know.

When the venerable Mrs. Doris led a group of maids in front of her, she gently pushed open a large and heavy wooden door with one finger, and said in an extremely understated tone with her ice-cold and strange voice "Come on." At the time, she looked at the innumerable dresses of all kinds, and suddenly gasped, turning around and trying to escape.

But Mrs. Doris only moved her finger slightly, and the door behind her closed silently, no matter how much she pushed, she couldn't open it.

"Why didn't you ask me to try it before!!" The daughter of the forest roared unbearably.

"You and His Majesty have been busy with political affairs and have been inseparable. Today is the deadline. Otherwise, why do you think that Ernest took His Majesty away in the afternoon until he came back just now? What is the reason for his half-dead appearance?" The silver-haired lady sneered. .

Lucinda shuddered.

Thranduil, save me!

"Don't bother." Madam Doris directed the maid to force the future queen, who is outstanding in archery and quick thinking, to sit down in front of the dressing table, and slowly took out several newly made dresses from the closet, "Your Majesty will be dressed tonight." The guest who arrived earlier is entangled, do you think he can still get away?"