[LOTR＆HOBBIT Doujin][TL Dense Forest Father and Son] Wind Eye

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Thranduil became what he was meant to be.

He has seen thousands of years of moonlight covering the earth from the farthest Cangshan Mountain like a cup of water that is about to overflow, repeating itself; he has also seen the beech growing from the youngest green buds into an unstoppable banner in the wind; he has seen death; I have seen farewell; I have seen the darkest and most sighing page of this continent.

The maddening sense of loss accompanied every breath he took.

So he became him and no one else.

Arrogant, unkind, and mean to the point of being neurotic, this is what people have long said about the King of the Jungle.But he is willing to do so, he is willing to let gold spread his deep palace, but the residence is still dark and deserted to outsiders; he is willing to drink wine every day, let the most mellow wine teach his subjects so unruly. ; he didn't do it out of hate or anything, just because he wanted to.

However, this moment was the first time he had experienced a birth other than himself, and yes, a birth came to him like a punishment (he didn't like to say it was a gift) that Albereth could not refuse and escape.

That is Legolas.

He was brought up by the court lady Lotial, the elf's skirt was fluffy and fragrant, exuding the smell of sunshine, he rushed over, his whole face was buried in the delicate fabric lines, Legolas wanted to call She nana, but Lotial stopped her in panic every time. The latter knelt down and hugged him, his eyes filled with the sadness of the whole winter.

In order not to let the shadow of sorrow hang over the eyes of his beloved elf, Legolas quickly learned to keep his mouth shut.

However, Legolas didn't learn how to get along with his father who was like an ice knife and frost sword before he became sensible.

The first time he knocked on the door of his father's bedroom was on a thunderstorm night, when the rainstorm washed away the forest, everything in the past disappeared, except for the singing of birds, running water or the fragrance of flowers, only the ghostly flashes of lightning and roaring voices in the clouds Even the earth, his favorite beech, looked like a black sprite in the storm.

Legolas hugged the pillow and knocked on the red-brown door in front of him tremblingly.To his surprise, the door opened very quickly, and Thranduil was obviously not asleep, he was holding a transparent wine glass, facing the endless storm that was washing over the window, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Thranduil was wearing a burgundy gold-woven robe, the sleeves hanging loosely on his thin wrists, and he was looking down at his young son with an almost expressionless scrutiny.

"What's wrong, Legolas?" he asked quietly.

Hearing his name, the little elf seemed inspired, his golden hair drooped down, "Ada, it's thundering outside..." As if to cater to his words, a thunder shook the entire corridor, echoing in the air.The elf was almost crying.

Thranduil tilted his head, looking at his trembling son who was seeking support from his father. "Yes, thunder," he repeated. "So?"

Legolas was speechless, his throat evidently choked with tears and inarticulate sorrow, and though he desperately wanted to let his father know his deep fear, he just stared up at the Thranduil pursed his lips and couldn't say a word, not even sobbing.

Thranduil suddenly leaned out half of his body while leaning on the door frame, and Legolas flinched because of his father's sudden approach.There was a gesture of anticipation on his closed eyelids.

Immediately afterwards he heard a shout from above: "Lotial!"

The court lady came hurriedly from the other end of the corridor. "Your Highness Legolas?" the female elf was taken aback, and hugged the tearful elf.

"I'm very sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't know that His Highness came to you."

Thranduil turned around slowly, with his back to them, "Take His Royal Highness back to his room."

"Ada...!" Legolas finally cried out, he broke free from the embrace of the court lady, and grabbed the hem of his father's gorgeous robe with his small hands.

Thranduil turned his head and looked down at Legolas, as if some switch had been pressed, he froze in place for several seconds.

"Legolas, go back to your own room." Then, like brushing away a piece of dust, Thranduil took his hand away.

The heavy door was closed, and it was never opened to Legolas again.

Thranduil picked up the wine glass again.

Legolas came barefoot.For some reason he suddenly recalled such an insignificant detail.

There were seldom carpets in Thranduil's palace, and he hated such useless things that were just for looking at. That's why he hated that half-elf in Rinku so much who liked this pretentious style.Do elves get sick from cold soles of their feet?

The King of the Jungle did not remember that Legolas might stumble in the winding palace passages.