[Lord of the Rings] Dragon and Elf King

Watching the red head that hit the ground with a bang sway, and then stopped moving, Ryan took a step forward cautiously, observing the guy who fell on the ground and was still smacking his lips by the firelight.

A smell of wine came to his nostrils, he sniffed it lightly, and found that it tasted like the one he drank once, the taste of the old wine that the king had treasured for many years.And at this moment, the person who fell on the ground turned over, let go of his hand, and a crystal wine bottle that had been holding him in his arms rolled towards this side with a grunt, and then was stepped on by Ryan.

There was still a little wine in the bottle, and under the firelight, the crystal bottle reflected some harsh light.Ryan bent down to pick up the wine bottle, shook it lightly, and the mellow fragrance wafted from it, which made Ryan aware of it.

He put the wine bottle on the ground, sighed helplessly, walked to the person who was about to roll to the edge of the corridor, squatted down and hugged her up.

Another drunk guy.

Silvan likes to drink, and drunk elves are very common, but Ryan has not seen any elf that can get drunk and roll down the corridor.

The corridors in the Jungle Palace are not wide, and they are winding. It seems that depression is the theme of this palace. Numerous narrow corridors lie in this huge palace, like light-colored ribbons floating in the dark night , connecting all the palaces, and just tilting your head slightly, you can see that under the edge of the corridor without guardrails, there is an invisible underground, which makes people feel chills in the heart.

These roads were built for elves.They are agile, light in body, and have a much better sense of balance than other races.So even if you are so drunk that you can't tell the difference between southeast and north, no elf can roll down the corridor, because it will be laughed at by other elves for a lifetime.

Alcohol is an indispensable thing for Silvans, and their king is no exception.Wine made from fruit is a necessary item in the forest. They come from the elves' own craftsmanship, and some are brought in through the trade with Longhu Town.Those are ordinary things, but those in the king's cellar are the real treasures.He collected and treasured them, almost as long as he lived, and they were, like his gems and silver, his favorite things besides his son.

And this guy actually drank the fine wine from the king's collection secretly, and became so drunk, isn't he afraid that the king will be angry?Ryan shook his head helplessly in his heart.

He took two steps away from the edge of the corridor with her in his arms. Ryan wanted to put her down, but before he could let go of his hand completely, his body immediately went limp, as if he was about to roll to the ground again.He had no choice but to support her waist with one hand, and brush away her long red hair that was covering her face with the other.

Breath smelling of alcohol, elves I've never seen before... Ryan used his fingers to part the hair in front of her ears.

It's actually a human?Still a woman.Ryan, who was sent to the south after the darkness in the south began to spread, didn't know about Jiao Lading, who was already famous throughout the jungle palace, so his head turned quickly, thinking that this matter was extraordinary.

How could human beings appear in the jungle palace?Have you even touched the king's wine cellar?He was very puzzled.

The current internal situation of the Woodland King is not good. Under the current circumstances, one must always be vigilant.

Ryan, who had countless thoughts in his heart for a moment, finally decided to wake her up and ask what was going on, and how she entered the palace, so he patted her face lightly: "Wake up, wake up!" Awake."

"Don't be noisy..." But the woman didn't appreciate it, and just uttered a sentence vaguely.Her voice was hoarse from drinking, like small particles of sand scraping against the walls.

She didn't even bother to open her eyes. After she finished speaking, she squeezed her head between Ryan's neck, found a comfortable position and planned to continue sleeping.

"Hey, don't...!" Ryan held up her head helplessly, and patted her a little harder, so that there is only one thought now, that is, the sleepy Jiao Lading who wants to yell irritably Make a noise, and directly burn the little reptile that was disturbing her sleep by chattering in her ear.

She slowly opened her eyes.The pitch-black pupils slowly straightened from a dot to a square, and then slowly elongated vertically.Sen is cold and ruthless, against the yellow eyes around it, it looks like some kind of cold-blooded reptile.

Ryan felt a murderous aura mixed with gunpowder smoke and fire coming from the woman who was still in his arms. He wanted to push her away, but the high temperature from the flame made his breath hot. , and his nerves actually had only one response to this strong sense of oppression, that is, to escape.

Ryan stood there stiffly holding Jiao Lading, until a voice broke the weird atmosphere between them, and it also made Ryan wipe off his cold sweat, feeling as if he had escaped a catastrophe.

"Jolatin."

"Your Majesty." Ryan wanted to salute, but Jiao Ladin was groaning and unwilling to move, just rubbed left and right in Ryan's arms, longing for the coolness on the fabric and skin, as if he didn't want to leave at all Same.

Thranduil stood at the position where Ryan had stopped because of Jolatin's sudden fall, and beside him was the corner wall.And because he wanted to support Jiao Ladin, Ryan was now standing in Jiao Ladin's original position. From Thranduil's point of view, Ryan and Jiao Ladin seemed to be hugging each other with great affection.

What a beautiful scene, if only one of them wasn't his henchman and the other wasn't that damn fire dragon.The corner of Thranduil's mouth curled into a sarcasm, until Ryan let go of the hand he had put on Jolatin's waist under his stare like an electric shock.

Jiao Lating almost fell because of Ryan's sudden release, and Ryan could only reach out to support him against the king's sharp gaze.

She leaned crookedly against the wall, her eyelids stretched open, and instinctively looked along the light source, and what she saw was Thranduil's brilliant blond hair and ironic blue eyes.

"Oh! My golden beauty! You are so... so beautiful!" Jiao Latin praised, Long Yu was never stingy with his words about the things he admired.

Anyway, good words don't cost money.

Jiao Ladin pushed away Ryan who was still refusing to let go just now, and rushed towards Thranduil, stumbling, just two steps made her right leg trip over her left leg, crooked, straight to the point of view Ryan, who was immediately abandoned by Jolatin when he arrived in Thranduil, was a little worried that she would fall down and roll down the corridor.

But... the golden beauty?Is she addressing the king?The muscles in Ryan's cheeks twitched twice, and then completely stiffened.

He never knew when the king had such a...don't know how to describe the nickname, and that damn curiosity made him scratch his heart to see what the king would do when he heard the nickname His face, but... this has to ignore the cold and murderous aura that continuously emerges from the king...

Ryan sighed regretfully in his heart, not daring to touch Thranduil's anger when his anger was almost full, so all he can do now is to bow his head and leave.

Just as he was leaving the corner, he could hear the woman behind her dragging her hoarse voice like a baby: "How long have we been separated, I am so glad to see you, Thranduil, you have been very busy these days .And they won't let me follow."

"So you steal wine from my wine cellar while I'm not paying attention?" Thranduil's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

How long have they been separated? They obviously haven't seen each other for a few hours!

The elf's good hearing allowed Ryan to easily judge the source of the two voices, and the voices of the two were very close, which made Ryan wonder: Can't he really pounce?Their king... no elf has dared to be so bold in all these years!Ryan thought in his heart, with his back to the king, they showed a mischievous smile on their faces, making his serious face instantly vivid, and he praised Jiao Latin's behavior in his heart: Although he is a human being, he can make the king show an angry and patient expression. I have to say, well done!

Jiao Ladin rushed over and hugged Thranduil's waist, not paying attention to his ugly face at all, wriggling restlessly in his arms.

"Thranduil, Thranduil, Thranduil..." Jiaolatin kept calling Thranduil's name on his chest.As the hot air from his voice brushed over his clothes, along the gaps in the fabric, it got into his collar, making him feel the skin on his chest warm up, and even her hands hugged her tightly. his neck.

"How much did you drink?" Thranduil asked with difficulty.His hands naturally fell to the sides of his body, allowing Jiao Lating to do whatever he wanted on him. Helpless connivance to those closest to him.

Jiao Latin giggled twice, tilting his head as if thinking about it.Thranduil felt that she was so cute at this moment, instead of the usual arrogance and looking down on everything: "Not much, it's just such a small bucket." The distance of a few centimeters indicated that it was just that little, but Thranduil didn't believe it.

If he really didn't drink much, how could he be so drunk.

Seeing Thranduil staring closely at her blue eyes, which were full of doubts, Jiaolatin shouted angrily and aggrievedly: "It's really only that little, and I'm not wrong. That bucket is one meter long. None!"

Proud, cunning and powerful creatures, dragons disdain lies, and the art of language is enough for them to get the information they need from those who come to them.

It seems that what she was talking about was the distance between her two dragon claws.Only in this way can there be only so much in one meter.

Thranduil simply didn't know what to say.

Of course he could tell the smell of alcohol on Jiao Lading's body. It was a good wine that he had treasured for many years, it was just a barrel, but she actually drank it all?Still feeling wronged here, what did you say that you only drank a little? !

It really was a mistake for him to go to Iruber!

He pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to speak.

Anyway, for drunk people, what he said is useless.Whether you are angry, furious, gentle or anything else, they are only immersed in their own world, and their perception of the outside world is minimized.

"Thranduil..." Jolatin leaned against his chest, rubbing his soft body against him, softly calling his name.

The fire light flickered on her face, illuminating her facial features deeper and deeper, and those hazy yellow eyes were full of charm in their laziness.

Thranduil lowered his head and looked at her silently.

Beautiful, but... a pity.She shouldn't be a dragon.

The torch made a slight beeping sound, and Thranduil stretched out his hand to hold her waist: "Go back... woo."

His eyes were wide open in disbelief, but he could only see the delicate skin between her brows, her slightly closed eyes, curly thick eyelashes and a high nose bridge.Her hands were clasped around his neck and the back of his head, while her lips... were close to his.

The author has something to say: I just finished talking about the high energy ahead, and I received a short notice from JJ saying that behavior below the neck is prohibited... What a bad thing...TT

But this content can be regarded as high-energy above the neck, right?The two finally had a breakthrough!Hahaha!Seddy was kissed forcibly, she was shocked!