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

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There was an enthusiasm in Legolas that was so strong that it bordered on hostility, and so sweet that it bordered on obsession.Look at him, how many times he has walked through the forests of this kingdom, in cold rain and hot sun, through thorny thorns, and there is no scar on his arm that does not hide the old days.

Then he came back here, with royal dignity and warrior pride.He is still so young, so young that he feels that any gap in the world can be crossed in one step, and any road leads to a bright future. .

He stood smiling beside his father with the faint greenness of the roots of young beech trees growing.At this time, his face was soft, and his eyes also contained a kind of firm and logical tenderness.

He took off his armor, as if stepping out of a warrior's body, into a dense forest palace with many doors.

The carnival has only just begun.

The jungle elves picked a flat place with the best moonlight, and served fine wine and delicacies. The lights swayed in the giant trees like a continuous galaxy. The strings never stop.The wine that the King of the Jungle kept in his deep cellars was generously given to every warrior who shed blood for Mirkwood.

Respect victory!Reunion!Respect to the infinitely glorious Mirkwood Kingdom!

"...That's all." Legolas stood in Thranduil's study with his hands behind his back, despite the loud shouts from outside.He reported a lot without blinking his eyes, and only when he closed his mouth did he feel that his throat was so dry that it was almost hissing.

The King of the Jungle sat silently behind his heavy and huge desk. The candlelight illuminated his profile and cast it on the document in front of him, which was densely covered with ink.

"Okay." He put down the scroll, and looked up at him again, his rich facial features appeared more distant and elusive under the dim light.

Legolas tried to keep his eyes and lips from revealing the slightest hint of anticipation, his back tightened suddenly, and his throat became even more dry.

Then Thranduil smiled slowly, "You did a good job." He held out his hand and let him come over.

Legolas pursed his lips secretly, walked over, and put his hand on it.He is planning to use the will of a warrior to face such a king.But never plead, never compromise.The claws of the young lions are sharpened.

His fingers were covered with calluses from drawing a bow and holding a knife, but he found that Thranduil had no fewer than him.

"You make me proud..."

Thranduil's voice was low, like the sound of water in a deep pool, slow and echoing.He said this sentence like a sigh, or a sigh.And the corners of his lips were raised, turning this sentence into honey wine.

"Adar..." Legolas blinked, suppressing his exclamation in the bottom of his throat.None of the things he expected, questioning, accusation or disappointment, happened.Just like the law of their father and son.Thranduil was so strong that he couldn't refuse, he could hardly imagine how he would fly into a rage after being offended.

However, at this time, he just slowly half-kneeled in front of his knees, lowered his eyes, swallowed, and said, "I'm sorry."

Thranduil seemed to chuckle slightly, "When you were young, you also liked to say 'sorry'."

It was a period of confusion and sadness. He still didn't know what happened to him, what he shouldered, and what his sins were.Even across the invisible glacier, maybe they are equally confused and sad, and the evidence is such helplessness.

However, at this time, his apology was neither confused nor backed down.

Thranduil stared at him.

They were finally able to face each other calmly, even though it took decades longer than normal father and son, albeit in such an extreme way.

Legolas repeated softly, "I'm sorry..."

"This is not your problem." Thranduil said with a smile, "You are an outstanding heir and an outstanding warrior. Everyone should be proud of you. This is an honor that no one will take away from you."

He suddenly wished to teach him, like seeing a shining knife without a master.He wants to teach him how to fight, how to be an excellent elf, and how to face his own heart.

He had missed a lot, and it wasn't Legolas' failure at all.

"You have to stay," Thranduil said, emphatically, "You have to stay."

To stay in this palace full of his memories and style of reign, not in the wilderness.Progress through instinct and the lessons of pain.After he saw the essence of Legolas, everything was different.

He's not a nightmare, or even mediocre, he's a gem.

Legolas is capable of great missions.This is the sudden premonition of the king of the jungle who has lived a long life.