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Sorin and the others were drenched when they sat in front of the fireplace. Eranlos thoughtfully did not ask them why they walked into Bard's house in such an image—judging from Sorin's face, he was already lingering in a state of embarrassment and anger. edge.

Although Bard's three children sensiblely handed the dwarves and halflings clothes that didn't fit well, they still preferred to stick to Eranlos.

Especially Bahn.

"Elan, teach me how to archery." The boy felt his bow almost reluctantly let it go, "The craftsmanship of the elves is really different from ours!"

Then Bain saw that the expression of the silver-haired elf became a little strange.

"What's the matter, Elan? Did I say something wrong?" He ran to take Bard's bow and put it side by side with Eranloth's. "We never set gems on it."

"...No, you're right, but in fact, well, it should be said that the craftsmanship of my elf king is different from that of other humans or elves." Elan Rose rubbed Bahn's slightly curly hair, " It's just that my Elf King loves gems very much."

Bahn thought for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Then he must like you more."

These words made the silver-haired elf purse his lips and smile, his eyes were filled with fragments of sunlight, shining like gems: "He really likes me very much and treats me very well. If I had a father, he would never Better than him."

But soon he remembered a man with black hair and red eyes, and added, "Probably as good as my godfather."

Bahn was about to say something when the conversation from the window caught his attention.Seeing that the silver-haired elf fell silent, he walked over and left the silence to Eranlos.

And thinking of the godfather he hadn't thought of for a long time, Elan Rose inevitably thought of a boy with platinum-blond hair.He couldn't even see the boy's appearance clearly, but this already made his heart ache.

Thorin, who was standing by the window watching the dwarf's wind crossbow, was the first to realize that something was wrong with his friend: "Elan? Elan, are you okay?"

Eranlos clenched the fabric around his heart, trying to calm his breath: "...it seems not very good."

The system couldn't help reminding him: 【You can't let love grow if you resist like this. 】

Elan Rose sneered mockingly: [You don't need my love anymore, do you? 】

The severe and unbearable pain made him feel very tired even after it gradually subsided. Bud wiped his forehead with a clean warm cloth: "You need to rest, Elan. Go to sleep for a while."

Thorin was silent for a moment: "Go and rest, and then... if you recover, we will set off together."

The implication was that if he was still in such pain, they would keep him in Changhu Town.

This is actually a very correct and irreproachable decision, whether it is for Eranlos or for the dwarves.But Thorin was still angry at himself for having to say such things.

He looked at the wind crossbow outside the window again: "If Ji Rui'an really shot the dragon that day, everything would be different."

"The truth is, Giraion did get shot that day. He shot the dragon's left flank and left a scar there, one more blow and he could have killed the dragon." Baan stood behind his father. He curled his lips, and when the dwarves laughed "that's just a legend, boy" without much malice, he grabbed Bud's sleeve and looked for his father's support.

...seems like Bard has something to do with Ghirian.

Eranlos was keenly aware of this, so he changed the topic: "Shorin, I'm resting. But I think we may need to set off again at night. On the way to Bard's house, I did see someone watching him home—we can't give Bud any trouble."

He saw Thorin's lips slightly open and close, as if he wanted to say: Why not?

That's right, the dwarves' attitude towards humans is not always very good, well, he has to admit that the dwarves are not friendly to other races.

However, in his heart he still felt that Bud was the cub in his memory: all cubs should be protected.

Thorin retreated under the gaze of his friend: "...Okay, let's go at night." He came over and pressed Erlanos on Bud's bed, "sleep for a while." He reached out and gently touched the elf's silver Long hair, "Take a good rest, and then we will have the most important battle."

He watched Elan Rose close his eyes before walking back to Bard and asking for weapons from him.

Just as he had told Gandalf at the beginning of this journey that he could not guarantee the safety of halflings, nor would he be responsible for their fate—similarly, even for his one and only friend, Eranroth, he was Said so.

Because after the most important war to come, he wasn't sure if he could see Eranros alive, and he wasn't sure if he could see Eranros alive.

...So he is trying to avoid all topics that may quarrel with Eranlos.everything.

Eranroth was so surprised to see Legolas and Tauriel here that he glanced sideways at Kili: except for this young dwarf who seemed to have robbed Legolas of his love, and Tauriel, he found There is no reason for Legolas to leave the jungle kingdom.

"... Good evening, Legolas." He raised his hand to greet his friend, and then put his bow and arrow on his back, "Shorin, come to the pier after you get the weapon——Due to certain circumstances, you must remember to let Balin Lead the way—I'll wait for you at the pier." When passing by Legolas, he patted the elf prince's shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

Legolas took his hand easily: "Elan, we need to talk."

"Us?" A little incomprehensible, but the silver-haired Eranlos is a gentle elf, so he nodded, "Come on, anyway, I'll go to the pier alone."

"...Ada is very angry." Legolas was a step behind him, and he was able to stare at the long silver hair that flicked slightly as he walked. Shi was expressionless, "I am also very angry."

During the day, Bain commented that his elf king liked him more than gems, and Elan Roth licked his lips: "...I'm sorry."

"Then come back with me?" Legolas looked at him expectantly.

Even if he knew that Elan Roth didn't like Thorin, he was still very unhappy that Elan was so kind to Thorin.

He wished that the closest person to Elan was only him.Whether it's love, friendship, or even family affection, it's enough for Elan to be closest to him.

Of course, the best result is to be happy with each other. If it can't be done, he can afford to keep Elan by his side.

Elan Rose looked around: "How did you and Taurier find it?"

"There were traces of orcs, so we followed all the way." Legolas didn't care that Elan avoided the topic just now, "You can't go to Elber."

Eranlos rubbed his cheeks to cheer himself up: "I need to go, Legolas."

"I don't think the relationship between you and Thorin is so good that you should spend your life with him to go crazy. If he wants to go crazy, let him challenge the evil dragon by himself." The elf prince has never liked the dwarves, especially Thorin.

"Legolas." Eranlos turned around, "If you need me, I will be with you."

So the elf prince said: "Well, then you can start to accompany me now."

"Legolas!" The silver-haired elf felt not only a faint pain in his heart, but also a headache, "I can understand your feelings, if one day you need to go deep into dangerous places for your friends, I can't bear it either." I have to persuade you repeatedly. But if you make up your mind, I will support you."

The rays of light shone on him, more magnificent and moving than any robe Ada had prepared for him.

Legolas thought of this, and then complied with his heart, and leaned over to ask for a soft kiss as thin as a cicada's wing.

Eranroth was startled by the soft touch on his lips at first, and then he noticed that the figure of Legolas and a platinum-haired boy began to overlap.

"...you have to remember, I love you."

Who is he talking to?

"...If it wasn't me who was with you in the end, I would surely die of a broken heart."

Who whispered in his ear?

"Merlin! I will be very devoted to you!"

Eranroth saw a pair of gray-blue eyes.

But when he recovered from Legolas' voice, he saw his friend's eyes. Although they were also blue, they were equally fascinating, but they were always different.

Elan Rose's face was very ugly, and Legolas raised his hand with the back of his hand on his forehead worriedly: "Elan? There is something wrong with you."

[...I have endured so much pain for this memory, but you let this memory easily come back to my mind because of a kiss? ] He tried his best to suppress his anger.

[It's not up to me, it's your own choice. ] The system felt that he was wronged, 【You made the best choice intellectually, but emotionally refused to forget Lucius.You love him, and love him dearly. 】

[Don't mention that name. 】 Elan Roth's anger was instantly emptied, and he repeated, 【Don't mention it. 】

[I can understand your childhood experience, and I agree that you are right to make rational decisions in most cases, but you cannot completely deny your feelings—your love is much deeper than you think. 】The system smiled proudly, 【That's why you became my host. 】

Because of the deep feelings he covered up?

Eranroth refuses to recall the earliest memories, and refuses to admit that he can still have "affectionate".He unilaterally cut off the dialogue with the system and faced Legolas directly.

"Legolas, my friend, I will act as if nothing happened just now..."

Legolas reached out to tug on his sleeve, but he avoided it deftly, "I'm going to the pier, and then to Elbor, to help Thorin regain the throne, bring the white gem back to the jungle, and present it to Serendi King Er."

That's all he has!department!mainline tasks.

There will be no surprises.

Legolas stood there watching him turn and walk towards his destination, his steps were light but firm.

... He will not let Elan really pretend that nothing happened.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry I just started school and there are too many things QAQ has been busy for several days and I don't have a chance to turn on the computer QAQ

We still don’t follow the September [-]rd holiday QAQAQ I’m so tired QAQAQ

So this week there is only one chapter that is owed by 0.0 and I will make up QAQAQ next week

I'm very sorry [bow