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

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Tao Ruier was stunned, she saw something, an untimely and unreasonable statement.She didn't think that parents would conduct such a test on their children's friends when they were adults, even though he was Thranduil, let alone he was Thranduil?

For a moment, she couldn't see clearly that his friend's father, who was vainly posing as a king in front of her, was showing her a demonstration or a show of weakness at this moment.

Her throat moved, and there was an inexplicable warrior's pride supporting her to stand there frankly. She felt that she was going to tell a big and earth-shattering secret, but whether this secret would destroy the other party or destroy herself, she had no choice. Not sure.The clue was on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it forcefully: "...I don't think you would agree to a marriage contract between your son and a humble Silvan elf..."

She made too many concessions, and she didn't even hesitate to cover it up by lowering her self-worth in such a hypocritical way.

"You're right, I won't." Thranduil said frankly.He didn't hesitate or show mercy.

What's the point?Tauriel was dumbfounded. Her king, her friend's father, openly expressed contempt and injustice towards her loyalty. Is there anything more unreasonable in the world?

She felt the anger burning in her throat. She is a warrior, a loyal subject of the Mirkwood Kingdom. She and her compatriots fight day and night to defend the territory. This is definitely not the attitude that a king should have. , she was greatly disappointed and offended.

Thranduil in her heart should not be like this.Tauriel's heart was churning, she wanted to refute loudly, and also wanted to rush out of the deep palace immediately, but in fact, she was struck immobile by Thranduil's flirty contempt.

Why should she be treated like this?

Just because she's a lowly Sylvain?

Not that gorgeous blonde hair, not that icy eyes, can't it?

No.

She clenched her fists secretly. "...Isn't that so...?" Although she tried her best to restrain herself, her voice still showed a tremor.

"Not what?" Thranduil asked expressionlessly.

In his opinion, there was nothing more he could say to the elf in front of him.

Taurier turned around and looked at the king whom she believed to be the winner, "Are you denying me just because I'm a Sylvain?"

The secret was deafening, and all the concealment was cleared away.

She didn't believe that this kind of Thranduil could rule their kingdom so well, so what made this supposedly wise king suddenly lose his sense of proportion.

She is no longer the one who was ignorant and ignorant of love and hate. She believed in her own eyes and memory, but why did she ignore the original sin of love in Legolas' eyes, which she was suffering all the time?

"Even if you are as honorable as Ada, you will not be satisfied, Your Majesty." She smiled mockingly, her bright eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"—Because, you will not let him go."

Just because she's a lowly Sylvain?

Or because she might become Legolas' wife?

She turned and left, leaving the shadow behind, she would go out here, she would stride out of this palace of twigs, to tell Legolas that he was not alone, that she could share secrets with him, and Courage and him to face all the storms this secret caused.

He is her forever friend.

If he wants, she can also tell him her secret, he will definitely not look down on her, nor will he deceive her, he will definitely help her.

Thranduil came back to his senses. The candlelight stretched the female elf's back very long, like a curved line. He was stunned for a while, feeling the night dew falling down, making his fingertips feel cold.

In the wide sleeves, he felt a trace of chill rising from the ground, starting from his fingertips, eroding the skin inch by inch and spreading upwards, until the whole body seemed to be in the depths of winter, the most piercing and hard to calm down in the wind.