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

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Thranduil put on his robe and lifted his chin to examine his crown when the scribe entered with the latest news from the canal.The darkness is gradually encroaching on the border of the forest, and even the water source is not immune.They've found animal carcasses there several times already.

"...So some humans around hope to get help from the elves." Lotial said.

"Not yet." Thranduil replied. "Tell them that elves are not their all-purpose tools."

Lotial wrote it all down, and of course, when conveying it, he would add appropriate euphemistic embellishments.Then she changed the subject, "Is His Royal Highness not with you today?"

"He went to see his mother, maybe." Thranduil took the paperwork from the female clerk and returned to his seat.

They all know that even the so-called "mother" is just some illusory, fleeting flowers.Elves don't build graves like short-lived humans, because their bodies are nothing more than the bearer of the soul, but perhaps the personal feeling of parting is the same between the two.

Immortality is not an advantage at this point.

"I don't agree very much." Thranduil cast his eyes on Lothial, revealing a hint of inquiry.

"...He is like his mother." Lotial spoke carefully, hoping that none of the words offended the king who was unexpectedly delicate in this matter.

The mystery of kinship becomes especially striking when a child gradually reveals his personality.Legolas has both his father's firmness and stubbornness, and his mother's gentleness and generosity, but he is not either, and he has something different from the two at the same time.

Lotial mused.Even though the entire dense forest court collectively believed that the relationship between the prince and the king was warming and improving, Lodial knew that it was not just a part of the frozen three feet.

And what is hidden under the cold sea in the end, no one knows.

Thranduil nodded in agreement, his eyes looked out the window, and the cold light cast shadows under those ice blue eyes, "I just want to be a qualified father."

Even for Yada Wenduo.

This may be the best balance right now.Lotial thought silently in her heart, at least her princely highness would not be sad anymore.

"I hope you can keep your mouth shut." Perhaps this is not simply an order, but a warning.

The female clerk bowed her head and obeyed.Of course, she could guess who told her princely highness these unnecessary stories that should have been dusted. Why didn't Palton simply go to the border to kill the half-orcs?

At this time, a strong wind can be heard blowing through the forest, ready to go, the fallen leaves are rolling and rustling, and the storm is approaching.The erosion of evil darkness makes the weather more unpredictable.Thranduil turned to her, "Call him back."

Legolas ran into the palace through the rain, and the door slammed loudly behind him.However, a few fallen leaves followed him into the glorious underground palace with the strong wind, and the stone road was covered with water marks from his boots.

Then he bumped headfirst into Thranduil.

"Ada!" he yelled, looking up.

Thranduil casually picked off a leaf that was caught on the tip of his son's hair, and immediately a ball of fur was held in front of his eyes.

Legolas tiptoed like offering a treasure, and showed him the little thing in his heart.

It was a little gray rabbit with drooping ears, dark eyes, a little bit of water on the fur, and it was steaming warmly in Legolas' palm.

"Is there any grass? Where are the leaves?" Legolas cried anxiously, jumping up and down.His coat was covered in mist, and it was splashed in all directions.

Thranduil frowned, the hare probably had something wrong with its hind legs, it couldn't stand up no matter what, and bounced a few times in Legolas' palm.

Thranduil stretched out his hand, and the gray rabbit crawled onto his palm along his fingers.The perception of the elves is closely related to nature. They have some kind of secret connection with the creatures in the world, and they can listen to their words. "It's sick, give it to me. Go back to your room."

Legolas rubbed his dirty hands on his coat a few times, reluctantly. "Then, can I see it tomorrow?"

Thranduil nodded.