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The Celeborns of Lothloreen arrived the day before the king's wedding.

The King of the Greenwood and the future Queen extended a subtle but warm welcome to the two practical elders.The two of them were also very relieved to see a pair that seemed like a match made in heaven.

However, when they heard that the two hadn't tried on their wedding dresses yet, Celeborn and Galadriel looked at each other, expressing their worries to the master of the kingdom in a rather subtle but eager way.

It's just that maybe it's because it's too reserved.

The two talked for a long time, but they could only see slight doubts in the eyes of the wise and wise king and the daughter of the forest who were known for their wisdom and bravery.

Celeborn sighed, smiled lightly, and turned the topic to the resource development of the Great Green Forest in a blink of an eye.

Anyway, every elf will pass this level, Galadriel thought.

The couple has always been of the same mind, just like at this moment, they are sitting in the most honorable seat under the king, looking at the forest elves singing and dancing around the bonfire, and talking softly about their views on the future mistress of the Great Green Forest. unanimous.

"Unexpected but expected, it is able to subdue an elf like Thranduil."

"A fire, as Orofer once said."

"Beautiful, brave, decisive, intelligent, and more importantly," Mrs. Galadriel, as a woman, is always a little bit more emotional than her husband. "What's more important is that although one looks like fire and the other looks like ice. , but there is no doubt that this daughter of the forest has the same soul as the superficially cold and difficult Thranduil."

As soon as he said this, His Majesty the King, who was cold and difficult to deal with, walked towards this side with calm but slightly vain steps.

"Your Majesty Thranduil, how does it feel to try on the dress?" Celeborn held a cup of mellow Dovinin, looked at the handsome king, and smiled.

"Blessings from Vallar, I can still hold on." Thranduy finally lost his strength, raised Dovey Ning's glass to the two elves who were honored guests and relatives, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Your Majesty's drinking capacity is as usual. It's really gratifying."

An elegant and slightly joking voice came from behind him, and the elves turned their heads to look.

Under the starlight, a pair of thick black eyes that could never belong to others. They are intelligent and quiet, reminiscent of the ancient black jade that has been washed away.The sapphire blue robe is low-key and elegant, and it matches well with his simple and exquisite forehead decoration.The Lord of Imladris said with a smile: "Your Majesty has said that there is no need to pay the accommodation fee."

"That's only for you, an elf." Thranduil looked at the crowd of Noldor behind the lord without blinking his eyes, "Others, follow the rules."

Lindir shuddered, thinking that the ideal of profiting from the King of the Green Forest might really take tens of thousands of years to come true, as Glorfindel said on the road.

The host and guest greeted each other for a while, and then sat down gracefully, and began to taste the delicious wine and delicacies of the green forest.

To say that it was Lindir who had the sharpest eyes, he glanced at General Alves, Lord Ellen and Prime Minister Ernest, and stayed on His Majesty the King for a second longer, before calmly looking at Los Angeles. Lord Slolin and his wife swept around in front of and behind them.Frowning slightly, he asked politely and reservedly: "Excuse me, for such a blessing in Central Continent, could it be that Miss Celebrian, who has always been lively, will participate in the future?"

Hearing this, Glorfindel on the side almost trembled with veins on his forehead, and slowly turned his head to look at Lindir, but his companion just stared at the Celeborns with a pure face.Didn't even look at him.

The Celeborns couldn't tell either.

But the brown-haired elf with an inexplicable fox-like smile on the opposite side of him said: "Miss Celebrian, I should have danced with everyone before, but now, it seems to be with Mrs. Doris. "

Glorfindel somewhat admired the Greenwood General, and managed to calm Lindyr down with just one sentence.

And Alves' gaze was always on the elegant and handsome black-haired lord.

He said he was here to congratulate, but his gaze was almost absent...

Master, master... You know, Alves drank the strong wine in the cup with his neck up, your eyes... almost can't hide your thoughts...

When the tired shadows of the stars floated on the clear lake, the bonfire party had already ended.The host and the guest also entered the residence to rest, and to raise their spirits for tomorrow's wedding.

The night wind in the green forest has a unique fragrance and coolness, blowing the forest waves in the dark night. Except for the guards on shift, there is only him who is not good at drinking, standing quietly in the night with his wine cup .

There were light and steady footsteps on the grass behind him, sounding like a well-trained soldier.

"Lord Elrond."

He turned his head when he heard a familiar voice: "Master Alves hasn't rested yet?"

The brown-haired elf held a cup of Duoweining and smiled: "I'm in a very happy mood, I can't sleep."

Holding the cup, Elrond also smiled: "Naturally, it's a great joy for the kingdom."

Alves stood side by side with him, quietly enjoying the caress of the wind. After a moment of silence, he turned to look at the black-haired lord: "My lord, I admire you very much."

"Ok?"

"If I were you, I would definitely not be able to force a smile to attend this wedding."

Elrond's face changed, his right hand trembled, and the wine in the glass almost splashed out.

"I don't understand what you mean?"

"No, you understand, of course you understand." Alves looked at his suddenly pursed lips, and said with a light smile, "Since your lord is a wise man, how can you not understand? Your Majesty also sent a message to Imladris. When I received the invitation, I was still a little worried, worried that your lord would come, and also worried that your lord would not come, but now that your lord has come, my heart is a little relieved."

Elrond took a sip of the wine, and the burning sensation in his stomach made his complexion recover slightly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"As your lord said just now, naturally, this wedding is a great joy for the kingdom. But personally speaking, seeing his sister finally get together with his beloved His Majesty and having a bright and beautiful future is the most important thing. A real happy event. Your Majesty's happiness is very important, but I personally care more about Lucinda's happiness." The brown-haired elf paused slightly, and a few traces of unspeakable pain flashed in his usually clear and cunning eyes.

Elrond was slightly startled, but he realized something in his heart.

"Suffering from an unspeakable love? A helpless conflict in the abyss? Is that right?" Alves said, "It's not that my lord can't let go of it, but it's just that I can't face it."

"May all ears be heard."

"Many years ago, Lucinda was not the current Lucinda. One winter, in order to show His Majesty the results of the newly trained archers in the southeast, I came to Amonland with the lord. We took away most of the soldiers , but the strongest one, Brian, the first battle in the southeast with flaming hair, stayed. There is only one reason, he is worried that the little girl will stay at home alone, and he promised to take her to catch snow rabbits."

Elrond, the number one general in the southeast, had also heard of Brian, but he didn't know at the time that it was Lucinda's brother.

"At that time..." Alves took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice, "I don't know when, I started to be afraid of my good brother who was born and died. I was afraid to see his head The hair is about to burn, I am afraid to see his calm and cold eyes on the battlefield. I am afraid to see him, because I can't understand why I have this twisted, hopeless feeling towards my good brother who grew up together I am afraid that he will read something strange in my eyes. Then I will be finished. Therefore, I deliberately distanced myself from him and never saw him again. A large part of the reason why I followed the lord to see His Majesty was also because I I tried my best to avoid being alone with him, but he didn't understand, the eyes that looked at me hurt, but I couldn't tell. We were attacked by the enemy on the way... I almost couldn't escape the knife... And at that moment I I realized it was his flaming hair. I started to regret that I didn't apologize to him and explain my difficulties. From then on, I decided that when I got back to the territory, I would tell him and tell him how I felt about him. Whether he accepts it or hates it. I can no longer avoid him like that, I really think that way..."

"But," Alves smiled wryly, "the cruelty of fate lies in the fact that you never know what awaits you in the next moment. After returning to the territory, I can no longer talk to him...his body that was torn into pieces... And blood-stained long hair..." His voice suddenly became fragmented at this moment, and he couldn't continue.

Elrond's eyes changed slightly.

"Lucinda has changed since then. Although she still looks so free and noble lady on the surface, I know she has changed. There is something more in her eyes. Probably Brian's death really broke her. The part of Ellen's family in the blood spurted out. He never taught her martial arts before, probably because he didn't want her to be stained with blood. But this girl, she is by no means a person who would rather stand behind her father and brother and be protected forever. I watched her grow up in her own way step by step, and couldn't help but think how happy he would be if he was still alive."

"You can't forget him, can you?"

"Yes, I can't," he admitted, "but you can."

Elrond was taken aback.

Alves turned to look at him: "Lucinda is no different from my own sister, but whenever I see her, I think of Brian, they are so similar in their bones. I can't forget him because I have already followed my nature It's all in my blood to indulge him. But you're different."

The brown-haired elf supported his shoulders, his eyes were calm and firm: "If you have the chance, you should tell him how you feel without any scruples. If it's too late, my lord, you are a high elf and a wise man, you understand Restraint and patience. There are many choices in your world, and many unknowns are waiting for you to explore. It may be unimaginably painful to remove the feelings for him from your soul, but after that you will find , after such an unforgettable pain, even if it is eternity, it is no longer so unbearable."

Pain and love and hate, if they cannot be forgotten, they will accompany us for the rest of our lives.

Elon, what would you choose?

He understood what Alves meant.

The black-haired lord raised his eyes and looked at the brown-haired elf who had been watching him: "My lord, you are the one I admire."

"Please rest assured, I will definitely not cause any trouble to Your Majesty the King and Queen of your country. I will, as your lord said, no longer hover on the edge of pain, and I will try... to forget."

Alves looked at him, his trademark fox-like smile suddenly appeared on the corners of his lips: "I believe it will not be difficult. My lord, there are so many things around you that are worthy of diverting your attention, beautiful Imladris, your loyal subordinates, your love of medicine, history... They all have an absolute weight in your life. Not to mention, the rare and sincere friendship you have with His Majesty the King .”

"That's right! Then, for the weight of these lives that cannot be ignored, and for the future of the King and Queen of the Great Green Forest, let's have a toast, Lord Alves."

The two cups full of fine wine touched each other slightly, Alves drank it with a smile, tears of pity and joy flashed in his brown eyes, Elrond's eyes were slightly closed, feeling the strong wine washing his stomach Feeling the burning heat in his intestines, he thought bitterly, maybe this overly strong wine is really not suitable for him.

"Pfft... are you drinking here at night, because you are afraid that you won't have any wine tomorrow?" A brisk, lively voice floated over at this moment.

Alves looked at the starry night sky and smiled: "Miss Celebrian, is it over?"

"Oh, poor Lucinda, I just had time to rest. Mrs. Doris is so amazing, I'm almost crushed. If I have to go through this, I'd rather be single for the rest of my life." Laughter is full of laughter, as light as a silver bell.

Elrond turned his head, and under the starry sky, an elf with blond hair and light blue eyes, dressed in the costume of a palace maid, came towards them with a smile.