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

No matter how powerful the army is, it will lose its shape in the long-lasting and difficult suffering. Those magnificent armors, those bright bows and arrows and blades, and the lively and laughing people of his dark forest fell into the mud and drowned In the wind and snow, it was silent.

Thranduil walked past those corpses, paused, his jaw tightened, but he didn't stop, he clenched his sword, and stepped into the snowstorm.

These are his people, every bit of joyful starlight in his deep territory, how could he have the heart to let them disappear here, let those creatures who should have smiled like Lotial, bathed in the sun, Disappeared in this pale dry battlefield, in this realm of death where no greenery would be born.

If every elf has to bear the weight of the death of their relatives and friends, then Thranduil must bear the weight of the entire Mirkwood.

Every parting is so pivotal.

He has lost too much in this change, but the only thing he can do is wait, wait for the opportunity of victory, wait for the next enemy's opening, and wait for the elves returning from the high cliff.

He drew his sword and slashed in the wind and snow, but suddenly thought of the distant spring in his mind.

Will he come back?He didn't know, and couldn't guess.

It seems to be true or not, it is reasonable.

He admitted that he could not grasp Legolas.How many years have passed, and how many years will pass in the future, the war is not over yet, but he knows that the end has already been settled.

He is his child, his blood, and the continuation of his life.But so what?The most intimate is the most alienated, how did they become what they are now?

Because he had witnessed countless deaths, tens of thousands of creatures were crushed by the giant feet of fate in an instant, mountains and rivers were destroyed, and the sun and the moon rotated.And what about Legolas?He is just a child who doesn't know the world and how cruel the world can be.

He wanted to push him away, but also wanted to protect him.

He should have a peaceful and happy fate. If he is the master of this vast territory and the king who rules over the fate of the elves, then he will definitely offer the best for him.

But what does Legolas want?He doesn't want anything, but only wants his own love.

Even though he was the father and he was the son, he still wanted the doomed love affair.

Because of this, they fell into such a heart-to-heart fight every step of the way.Legolas was still a child in the unknown, he thought, maybe he just didn't know what love was?Just because he was still young and hadn't met true love yet, did he mistake his longing for his father for love?

But what does true love look like?If he asks, can he answer?

There are probably as many kinds of love as there are hearts in the world.

Just like the elf warrior who was happy and escaped on weekdays, when he saw Lodial's corpse, he almost burst into tears and couldn't make a sound. "Why didn't I marry her sooner?" Palton cried.

At this time, can he persuade him to cherish the time?

"It's my fault and Legolas' fault, we didn't have time to protect her."

"Why did she go there? Shouldn't she be waiting in Mirkwood for my return?"

Thranduil shut his mouth.He was silent for a long time, and said: "I'm sorry...it's me who caused everything now..."

The tear-stained elf warrior looked up at him, "I don't blame him, really, Lotial...she definitely won't blame him..."

"Palton, war is coming, you must not die," said the Elf King.

No soul wanders in the Mandos Hall hoping to see the one he loves soon.Even if living is the most painful thing, living must have its meaning.

A compassionate heart would not wish to take the love of other elves alive in the other world.

And what Thranduil can do at this moment is no different from the souls in the Mandos Hall, that is, to wait a long time.