Favorability system of color control

Eranloth's side mission failed perfectly when it reached the seventh.

Because Legolas, the prince of the jungle, jumped down from the tree and killed three spiders on the way to Eranlos and the dwarves, and his movements were as smooth as clouds and water.

Then there was no chance to kill the spiders again.

"Elan." Legolas patted his friend on the shoulder, his blue eyes contained the joy of reunion, "After I get rid of these dwarves, we will talk about the old days."

"Wait a minute!" Eranros pushed away the bow and arrow he was pointing at Sorin, "This is Sorin, my best friend."

"...Best friend?" Legolas raised an eyebrow and repeated, "Search!"

Angrily, he casually walked up to a dwarf, and pulled out a picture frame pendant from under the dwarf's beard: "Who is this? Your brother?"

"That's my wife!" Gloin was furious.

Legolas curled his lips: "What is this terrible thing? Mutant Goblin?"

"That's my son, Gimli!"

From this conversation, it could be heard that Legolas was in a bad mood. Eranlos stood beside Thorin, and put his hand on his friend's shoulder to signal him to be patient.

Legolas then turned his attention to Thorin as well: "Shorin, son of Thorn, son of Thorn. That sword... the workmanship of Gondolin?"

"After Elrond's identification, it's Oakrest, the 'Sword of Goblin Slaying'." Eranloth's men pressed Thorin hard, and Legolas glanced at him, who was still on Thorin's shoulder. With his upper hand, he handed Oakrest to the elf beside him.

"Elan? You're back." Tauriel, who had just returned from dealing with the surrounding spiders, stepped forward to hug Elan Rose, and whispered in his ear, "Why is Legolas so angry?"

"I don't know." He was about to say something, but Legolas tugged at his hair: "Let's go."

"...Legolas?" He looked back at Sorin and his party frequently, always feeling that Legolas' attitude was very wrong, "Have you ever met Sorin?"

"No." The elf prince frowned, "Can't you not mention that dwarf?"

He'd had enough of the dwarf's every word when his friend came back.But Eranlos was only silent for a while, and Legolas took the initiative to find the topic, "How have you been outside during this time?"

"Well...it's okay, but in fact, I still miss the days in the jungle with you." Eranlos pulled out his own map and pointed it to his friends, "I met Mithrandil and Thorin in Bree Well, there's good soup at the Prancing Horse Inn in Bree. Then we went to the Shire, where hospitable hobbits live, and we actually had one in our party, Mr. Bilbo Baggins, With a gentle and tough temper, he is a very reliable companion..."

He had just spoken of Rivendell when he saw the gate.

"Ada wants to see you, you and Thorin." Legolas gave Thorin a warning look, "Take the dwarves down first, and I will see Ada before deciding where to arrange them."

Eranroth shrugged to Fili, indicating that he could not speak at this point.

"Legolas, take Elan to take a bath first, and then come to see me after changing into new clothes. I just want to have a king's conversation with the King of the Lonely Mountain." Thranduil sat on the throne, In Elan's opinion, the attitude was even kind, so the silver-haired elf followed Legolas and left with confidence: King Thranduil only wanted white gems, and Thorin had promised to return them. Their.

"……I can wait."

Legolas was suddenly called away by Tauriel, so Eranlos, who walked from the side hall to the hall by himself, only heard such an endless sentence: "What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the white gem." In fact, the Elf King, who had just confronted Elan's friend tit for tat, cleverly revealed part of the truth, and changed the subject very calmly, "Elrond said that you left Rivendell without saying goodbye."

"Because we need to arrive at the Lonely Mountain before the day of Turin, so that we can find a way to enter the Lonely Mountain, and then Sorin will get the Aken Gem, and we will get the White Gem." Eranlos looked up at the elf standing in front of the throne Wang, "Why don't we go back to your bedroom to have some wine and talk?"

The Elf King tilted his head: "As you wish."

...As a face controler, the appearance of the elf father and son is so high that he is reluctant to leave here so soon.

Eranroth took off the crown made of berries and branches from Thranduil's head: "The berries are ripe? Is there bread with jam and new wine?"

——That's right, when he lived in the dense forest, he always judged the staple food according to Thranduil's crown.

Thranduil closed his eyes but still poked his forehead with precision: "Talk about an elf who once went to Long Lake Town to buy wine, but refused to come back to the dense forest? Or talk about an elf who wrote to My letters say nothing about all the dangers that have occurred?"

He didn't expect to be able to hide the fact that he had been to Long Lake Town from Thranduil, but the last sentence...

"Eron wrote you a letter?" Eranlos stood behind the Elf King and combed his long hair. "Actually, it's nothing. I'm not hurt."

"When you are injured, you will tell me that your life is not in danger." The Elf King replied very bluntly.

Eranlos pretended not to hear the dissatisfaction of his own king: "Ilaidan and Irohe of Elon's family have already started to lead their own teams to go out on patrol."

"Legolas has already gone out to patrol by himself."

"This is different, the captain is Tauriel—"

"I know you're there." The Elf King shook his robe the moment he got up, picked up a glass of wine, and faced the entrance of the bedroom, "Why are you wandering in the shadows?"

Tao Ruier walked in a little embarrassed: "I'm coming to report to you." Then she looked at Elan Rose, "I don't intend to interrupt Elan's words."

Eranlos sat on the chair where Thranduil was sitting just now: "Don't worry about me, I just miss the little biscuits made by Galian."

So Thranduil completely ignored him as if he was really business-like: "I thought it was less than two months since I ordered you to clear the spider's nest last time."

"We were indeed ordered to clean up the forest, Your Majesty." Tauriel blinked at Eranloth, "but spiders are coming from the south in a steady stream, and they are multiplying in the ruins of Dol Guldur. If we can eliminate them from the source— —”

"The abandoned fortress is outside our borders." Thranduil rejected the proposal, "Your mission is to protect the land from intrusion."

"But what if we drive them away? Won't they invade other places?"

"I don't need to worry about other places." The Elf King looked coldly, "The fate of Middle-earth world rises and falls, but in my land, we can live forever." He suddenly turned his head and looked at a place where no one was around. The place.

Tauriel took this opportunity to wink at Eranloth again, but the silver-haired elf didn't seem to understand her intentions with the biscuit in her mouth.

She understood that Eranroth meant that he agreed with Thranduil's words.

So she gave up and continued to persuade her king to change her mind.

But when she turned around, Thranduil mentioned another thing: "Legolas said you performed well today. He has a good impression of you."

...so this is the truth about Legolas pulling his hair today?Dissatisfied with him hugging his sweetheart for too long?

Eranros raised his eyebrows at Taurier and smiled narrowly.

Tauriel glared at him: "Your Majesty, I assure you, Legolas only regards me as the captain of the guard."

"Maybe he used to be." Thranduil poured himself another glass of wine, "...if there is no hope, then don't pamper him."

As soon as Tao Ruier walked out of the Elven King's bedroom, the silver-haired elf who accepted the [Submission: The Fairy King's Goodwill Communicator] chased him out: "Tauurier!"

Tauriel stopped to wait for him.

"Taurell, His Majesty just hopes to reduce the possible harm between the two of you from the very beginning." Eran Rose considered his words, "You know, Legolas has become more and more reluctant in recent years. Listen to His Majesty."

"I know." Tao Ruier puffed his cheeks, "Although His Majesty has a bad temper, he is really kind to us subjects. I understand his painstaking efforts as a father. But I don't understand why you agree with Your Majesty's treatment of those dark people. Biological perspective."

"Because as Your Majesty said, we cannot change the fate of Middle-Earth, Tauriel." The silver-haired elf stopped, trying to change the opinion of his childhood playmate, "And for so many years, the strength of the dense forest—"

"Elan!" The elf prince strode over to take his friend away, and nodded to Tauriel, "I have something to do with him."

The silver-haired elf spread his hands helplessly: "Okay, okay. Legolas, I will stay away from Tauriel in the future."

"Huh? Huh..." He didn't react at first, and then Legolas, whose ears were red at the tips, walked in front, "...I didn't tell you to stay away from her." He complained softly, "But you can very well Stay away from that dwarf."

"Speaking of dwarves, where is Thorin's guest room?"

"Can't you not mention that Thorin?!"

"Okay, okay. What do you want to say? Or what do you want to hear?"

"...Gallian made you biscuits, and I ordered wine from him."

"You must not drink, Legolas."

"So it's for you. I remember you'll sleep more comfortably if you drink a little wine at night."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Legolas looked back suddenly into his amber eyes.

As he had missed all these years, when he was happy, he would squint slightly, as if the eyes contained the most beautiful treasure.

The author has something to say:

In the next chapter, I can write barrel rafting, so happy =v=

Sure enough, summer is all about rafting√

Ye Zai is also beautiful today