East boundary

In the dark dense forest, the Elf King Thranduil was standing in a daze under an ancient tree. This ancient tree had lived for at least thousands of years.Even though it is so old, it still stands proudly in the sky, unmoved by wind and rain.Like a quiet and upright knight overlooking the earth.

The elves have always dreamed less, and the elf king almost never had dreams. Although his life was not short, but when he thought about it carefully, there was actually nothing worth remembering seriously, and even the experience of repeatedly wandering in dreams.Except for the bloody wind on the battlefield, of course, no one would be willing to recall the laments of the undead and the wreckage of the soldiers.

However, recently, he often has a dream. In the dream, he is still a child, maybe seven years old, maybe ten years old, he can't remember clearly,

In the dream, he came to the depths of the dense forest alone and climbed an old tree.He stood on the branch that slanted into the sky, the elf's light body and unique balance made him stand firmly on the branch, and the dense green branches and leaves brushed his skirt and blond hair.He could even see a red sun poking out of the clouds in the east.In the shaded jungle, very little sunlight can be carried under the trees.The breeze lifted the ends of his pale golden hair, like a mother's gentle whisper, Thranduil smiled happily.

A beautiful white bird landed on the top of a tree, chirping towards him, its white eyes shone like jewels in the sun, it was extremely beautiful.He gently stretched out his hand, trying to catch it, but the bird chirped and flew away with its wings. Thranduil flew away, and fell straight down from the tree. He narrowed his eyes in fear.

A gust of wind blew up, rustling the forest, and the fallen leaves swirled around him, like a green blanket, pulling his body up, immediately reducing the fall.

Thranduil's eyes widened in amazement in mid-air, and the layers of green leaves gently carried him to the ground.In the end, the pieces fell apart and landed on the fertile soil, which was stronger than his Ada.He picked up the green leaves on the ground, they were just ordinary leaves, and they could fly.

A burst of fluorescent light gathered in the forest, warm and dazzling.Dazzled by the blinding light, Thranduil half-closed his eyes until the light gradually disappeared, leaving only a tall man in the end.

"Who are you?" Thranduil looked at him, his sky blue eyes were full of curiosity and innocence.

Here, the dream is over.

The figure in the dream was so vague, maybe it was a certain wood elf, it was too long ago, thousands of years, a steady stream of things happened one after another, if it wasn't for this dream, it would be almost impossible for him to think of this thing, after all, it was in his hands. In the long years, it is really not important.But his curiosity and innocence at a young age made him quite moved.At that time, his father was still a beautiful and strong elf king, his homeland had not been eroded by darkness, and he could only stand on the lap of his father Orofel, ignorant of the world.

But now, the father died, the son left, and the people either died in battle or traveled westward.The giant green forest has turned into a dark forest, and until now, it has been engulfed by war and darkness.Big trees were burned and dilapidated.It seems that he has lost everything.

Thranduil stretched out his hand to caress the gray bark covered with deep scars and crevices. Even though thousands of years have passed, the mulberry fields have migrated, and the sea has dried up, this tree has not wavered a bit, just like in a dream. , it is still so strong, time seems to have never flown away on it.

Ever since Legolas traveled westward, the Black Forest of the Elf King has become so silent.Middle-earth is no longer suitable for elves to live, and most elves sail westward by boat.Not long ago, the last ship sailing westward carried the last batch of elves from Middle-earth to ride the wind and waves and return to their paradise.However, Thranduil, the king of the Black Forest, chose to stay here alone. The elves respected their king and his decision, even though they felt very sad about it.Thranduil was supposed to be the elf with the most qualifications and status to return to that peaceful world, but until the end, the elf king chose to stay, staying in this land where he lived for thousands of years and continuing to guard the darkness forest.

Outsiders said he was cruel, but he knew that he was more attached to his homeland, the forest, and his family than anyone else... Thinking of Legolas, Thranduil sighed softly in his heart and closed his eyes.

These days, he could feel that his energy was fading day by day, and the wounds seriously injured by the dragon's fire gradually appeared, handsome face, ugly wounds, extreme two sides.But what does it matter, there are no elves in the Black Forest, he is no longer the king of elves, and he has no strength to cover up his wounds anymore.Perhaps in a short time, I will return to the Mandui Hall, this life is too long, and it makes people feel tired.Let him stay here for the last time until the last tree in the dark forest disappears completely.