end of time

Elrond turned pale for an instant.

"His Majesty!"

Another forest elf's mournful cry finally called him back from the chaos.

Slightly frowning, lowering his head, long blond hair drooped down the side of his face, he saw the heavy plain knife plunged into his chest, he smelled the warm bloody smell, felt a little pain, and a little dizzy.

Orc probably didn't think that he could really hurt this brave and skilled elf king, so he was stunned for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.And in the next moment, he, who was dull, met a pair of cold, ice-blue eyes that slowly raised.

The Elf King didn't even use his sword. The long sword supported his crumbling body. His slender arms grabbed the Orc's neck, twisted it hard, and threw him flying.

However, seeing that the great king was injured, more orcs who were unwilling to let go of this opportunity rushed forward.The jungle elves guarded the king, killing all enemies who dared to approach.

The dark red blood stained the silver armor red.He coughed a few times in a low voice, and blood flowed down the corners of his thinned lips.

"Lucinda..."

Alves, who was protecting the left side of the king, was taken aback.

"Your Majesty Thranduil!"

The voice of the herald sounded behind him, and Alves turned around joyfully, as if grasping a life-saving straw in despair.

"Lord Elrond! Our Majesty, he..."

"I know!" Elrond opened another Orc's bone club, and pulled the Elven King, who was a little taller than him, back into the camp, "Let's go!"

"My lord, be sure to cure Your Majesty!"

"dangerous……"

"What did you say?" Elrond turned his head and looked into his blood red eyes in confusion.

His later words were lowered.He seemed to be in a very bad mood, staggering to follow him, his eyebrows tangled together in pain, and speaking in a low voice that no one could understand.

"Lucinda..."

Elrond helped the king into the tent, and seated him in a chair.

Seeing his dark red hands, Elrond's face became even uglier. He didn't expect the elves to have so much blood to shed.

He lowered his eyes and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss.

"You are crazy, Thranduil, to be distracted, you are really crazy!"

Elrond quickly opened his battle robe, and saw that the white clothes inside had turned into blood clothes, and a long knife mark was slashed from his shoulders to his chest, not more than an inch away from his heart, and the blood was like a faucet turned on The gurgling never stopped.

"No! The bleeding must be stopped immediately." Elrond looked at the long wound and felt pain, and brought a crystal bottle containing a ball of green ointment, "This medicine is very strong, if you can't stand it, just say .”

He stared blankly at the door of the tent, his eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his teeth tightly, and didn't even groan.

Seeing those eyes, Elrond swallowed the phrase "How can you shine on the battlefield" abruptly.

He didn't know how he survived this period of time, so what qualifications did he have to accuse him of being careless?After applying the medicine, he put the bottle back and began to prepare some healing tools.

The severe pain seemed to bring back the Elf King's rationality. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He glanced at the wound on his chest, and his lips were as white as paper.

"how long will it take?"

The herald officer who is also the chief military doctor is still preparing the necessary tools, and his head is not turned.

"Need to rest."

"No need!" He struggled to get up, but was quickly held down by the military doctor.

"What do you want to do?" Elrond restrained his faint anger and asked patiently, "Go back to the battlefield to die?"

The blond king looked up at him, his voice hoarse: "My people are there."

"Where they are has nothing to do with you now!"

The Elf King pushed him away and walked out.

"Thuranduil, you are dying!" Elrond couldn't bear it and grabbed his shoulder.The next moment, the seriously injured king grabbed his collar.

"What do you know?" He squinted into his pitch-black eyes, which were extraordinarily terrifying because of the bloodshot eyes.

"Your Excellency, how many times do I need to remind my people, they are not you, they don't have strong armor and sharp spears, and they are using flesh and blood to bear the minions of Orcs!"

Elrond was startled.

"Do you know how my impulsive and passionate father persuaded me? Thranduil, for a arduous and arduous war, I hope that when all the soldiers are exhausted and almost unable to hold on, in the When they are about to be captured by despair and helplessness, their king can appear at the forefront in time, can inspire them, support them, and make them think of their hometown, the big green forest, so they will not give up. Instead of being far away You can drink quietly, read the military newspapers on the front line, and give orders to them to bear the harm, do you understand?"

"Do you understand! The king of the Great Green Forest is not here to receive treatment with peace of mind, watching them die!"

This guy has such a big temper after suffering such a serious injury.

Elrond looked at him: "Then do you know that it is your people who asked me to treat you well?"

Thranduil was taken aback.

The black-haired lord slashed at him firmly with a knife in one hand, and the injury could not be healed without knocking him out.

Helping the unconscious king to the couch, Elrond still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fergus, Joshua!"

Two Noldor Surgeons came in with the curtain drawn.

"grown ups."

He pressed the wound with a solemn face, and ordered them to bring Goya's grass and disinfection tools.

The wound was very dangerous, and it was only a short distance from the center of the veins. It was hard for him to have the strength to argue with him.

From the dark day to the night, Elrond breathed a sigh of relief until the wound was closed.There were many complications caused by blood loss, and Thranduil's condition needed to be monitored all the time. Thinking of those eyes, Elrond put some medicine in the bandages that could make the elves sleep peacefully.

He sat on the edge of the couch and rubbed his swollen temples, turned his head to glance at the sleeping blond king, and saw a silver chain hanging on his chest.

He was a little strange, he was covered in blood before, and the silver chain was also stained with blood, so he didn't notice it at all.Now after cleaning the wound, he discovered that there was still a small silver ring on it, stained with blood, but still shining with a faint silver brilliance.

what is that?Elrond picked it up suspiciously and saw that there was a small gap on the edge. Seeing that the position and the mark were just brushed by the orc's weapon, he avoided the heart vein.The black-haired lord really lamented the impermanence of good fortune. Fortunately, he wore this, otherwise, he would be in big trouble.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next moment, it was like being punched in the heart.

No!This is not unusual...

He looked at the vine-shaped elegant ring in disbelief, and his face suddenly turned pale.

This is Forever!

On the seventh day after Thranduy fell into a coma, Alves came.

In the absence of the king, this elf organized his team in an orderly manner on the battlefield, calmed the morale of the army, and faced the enemy calmly and fiercely. It can be said that he is not a fierce general of the Great Green Forest Kingdom.

"Lord Elrond."

The military doctor stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on the white clothes, and looked at the blood-stained elf in front of him.He should have rushed over from the battlefield just now before cleaning up.

"How is your majesty?"

Elrond turned his head to signal, and seeing the elf who was unconscious on the bed but obviously looked much better, Alves finally let go of his heart.

The exhausted brown-haired elf put his right hand on his left chest and bowed his head deeply.

"Vala blesses you, Lord Lord, I am grateful to you from all over the Great Green Forest."

"Don't say that, Your Majesty has been friends with me for many years, and I'm just doing my best." Elrond quickly helped him up.

Alves looked up at this knowledgeable and kind lord gratefully, a little surprised, he never heard that Lord Rivendell was injured, he looked so pale.

"I heard that Se...I mean Your Majesty, has a marriage contract been concluded?" Elrond asked calmly, changing the subject unexpectedly.

Alves was startled for a moment: "Yes."

"This guy..." Elrond laughed, "A friend who has been with me for hundreds of years, he didn't even know me."

"My lord, please forgive me." Alves explained, "The engagement ceremony was really too hasty. Your Majesty held the engagement ceremony with Miss Lucinda before the departure of the army, so the news did not spread throughout the Central Continent."

"Lucinda?" Elrond chewed on the name, which in Sindarin was, "Daughter of the Forest..."

"My lord is really knowledgeable." Alves praised sincerely.

The black-haired lord smiled wryly: "Your Majesty Alves has also worked hard. If you have nothing else to do, you don't need to stay here for too long. I will send someone to notify you when His Majesty wakes up."

He closed his long eyelashes, hiding the indescribable sadness in his pitch-black eyes.

Alves looked at him thoughtfully for a long time, then turned and walked out in silence.