[Hobbit+HP] The truth of elves

There was a sudden noise outside the bedroom window, and the sound of horseshoes and many anxious voices could be vaguely heard.It's hard to tell exactly what was said, but it must have been Elvish.

Lucius listened for a while, and guessed that it might be Galian and Hardyen: "They're here to look for you, so we're running out of time."

He let go of the hand covering Thranduil, walked to a place where Thranduil could not see, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Thranduil couldn't move his head, so he could only search within sight.But Lucius didn't have many things in the bedroom outside, leaving no clues.

He suddenly regretted that he left the Woodland Kingdom impulsively today.

Whatever the reason, Lucius would not set foot in the elf kingdom until the war was over.

Thranduy was not worried about what Lucius would do to his own disadvantage, but the premonition that made him flustered and nervous was getting stronger and stronger.

He quickly searched for clues in his memory, pieced together what Lucius might have done, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

If he created such an opportunity by sending it to his door, let Lucius...

"What are you going to do?" Thranduy's voice became cold.

Lucius' voice came from a far distance, accompanied by the sound of fabric rubbing: "How do you know what I'm going to do? Maybe I can't do anything, just want to put you here to fiddle with What about?"

However, he quickly picked it up talking to himself, his voice approaching: "Yes, if it's not for doing something, why should I try my best to control you? I should really thank you for coming to your door at this time .If it wasn't for today, it might take me a while to attract you."

"Lucius..." Thranduil continued to speak, trying to delay the time.He could already regain a little bit of feeling in his fingers.

"Well, don't move." Lucius said, patted Thranduy's shoulder, and the magic energy that made him relax just now fell again, "Your resistance to magic is indeed very strong. Other times are good things, and it can keep me from getting stuck. But, it can’t be today, it can’t be now.”

"I think, in fact, you should have already guessed what I want to do."

Lucius laughed again: "Thinking about it this way, I really appreciate you. Whether it was when you first came to this world or later. In the Kingdom of the Woodlands, only you know that prophecy. Even if there are already so many You have given me clear instructions, and you have let me go. I thought I had hidden it from you, but I never expected that before I appeared, there was already a prophecy that exposed my trump card."

"It's good to be able to live again. I really just wanted to have a place where I could live some peaceful life. Except for those hidden things that made my heart tremble, I thought, the woodland kingdom under your rule It did give me that feeling. It’s just a pity that I, who just experienced the reincarnation of life and death and the transformation of the world, must have been a little shocked, so that I really believed in that… wish.”

The sound of a blade being unsheathed made Thranduil's entire back tense.

And Lucius' whispers continued in his ears: "The fact is, as long as there is a chance, what I want will never be ordinary, whether it is you or...others. But in the end, I You are the one who can distinguish between grievances and grievances, I owe you a point for being able to come this far alive and standing here."

The wizard's left hand rested on Thranduil's left shoulder, and the sharp dagger held by his right hand was pushed aside.

Lucius could feel the dryness, necrosis, and unevenness of the skin underneath through the Elf King's clothing.

Without hesitation, the dagger in his hand, together with Thranduil's clothes, cut a deep scar that was visible to the bone.

This stretch of wounds has been necrotic, but there is still a little feeling left.With such an injury, Thranduil would feel pain, but it would not feel too strong, not even blood.

"Lucius, stop!" Thranduy was really anxious.

He just can't move, but it doesn't lose all the power to sense the outside world.From the moment Lucius got close to his back again, magic power mixed with a strong dark aura had emerged by his side.This kind of breath is also vaguely stained with the breath of more than one dark creature, which is clearly the best proof of Lucius' recent activities.Lucius, who appeared leaning against the door frame at the beginning, was clearly suppressing it deliberately, concealing all his recent changes.

If it is said that when Lucius turned away without saying a word, he seemed to be walking in the gray area at the junction of light and darkness, but now he is like a killing god who walked out of hell, with a strong breath of death entangled in his strength. Every end of the tentacles covets every drop of fresh breath around.

Thranduil couldn't imagine what Lucius did in less than a month: "Don't, Lucius, stop, don't do things that you regret. There is nothing worth trading yourself for." ,No!"

"Regret? I won't regret it. You can only regret it." Lucius smiled and threw the used dagger aside casually. The breath of blood appeared in the air, but it did not belong to Thranduil, "I said more than once before that you don't have to die, as long as someone volunteers to take your place. But you didn't believe it, and you firmly rejected my proposal, preferring to hide yourself and suffer. Think, if the person you want to protect dies in front of you with all your heart, will there be panic on your face? I know you hate Legolas and the elves you protect. So , there is not only one choice left.”

"I don't need anyone to bear this curse for me, let alone you." Thranduy said anxiously, mobilizing all his strength, trying to break through Lucius' magic blockade.

However, Lucius cast another spell on him and silenced his voice.

Warm blood fell on Thranduil's skin.

"Do you still think you can order me now?" Lucius smiled disdainfully, "I will find such an opportunity anyway, and I just want to say goodbye to you."

The dark power that had been removed from the cover suddenly broke through the cage and rushed in all directions.There seemed to be a sense outside the window, and the exclamation of the elves came.

Lucius uttered a spell that Thranduil couldn't understand at all.At the end of the first paragraph of words, a soul-piercing force hit Thranduil's shoulder fiercely. Under the huge shock, his strength guarding around the old wound revealed gaps.The scorching heat that seemed to be able to burn everything in the world rose up and engulfed half of Thranduil's body. Dark red mixed with pitch-black blood surged out from the open wound on his left arm and left chest, soaking Thranduil in an instant. Clothes on the Duy.

Then, he began to feel that the curse in his body was being pulled away by an irresistible attraction, leaving his body little by little, and converging on the hand on his shoulder.Death, corruption, and withering climbed onto the originally white and slender hand.The strong bloody smell filled the nostrils, almost suffocating.

From the beginning to the end, Thranduil couldn't see Lucius' face.But all these traces left on his body were already shockingly tragic.

The blood flowed to Thranduy's drooping hand, and then dripped from the fingertips bit by bit.

When the storm rolled up by the dark power stopped, a warm feeling began to slowly return to Thranduil's body.In the ear, the sound of Lucius's violent panting gradually became clear.

Soon, anxious voices began to sound in the corridor outside the door, and Hardion's voice was the clearest.

Facing a door they couldn't open, they quickly decided to slam the door.

Thranduil struggled again, and gradually realized that he could speak out, so he anxiously called Lucius' name.

"Hehe...it came so fast." Lucius' very tired voice appeared again, and the darkness inside was like a ghost, "It may take a lot of time for Ha Dien and the others to break open my door, but what I have left is I don't have much strength, so I should go."

"Don't go, Lucius, don't be brave! No matter what happens, I don't want to..."

"No, don't talk." Lucius pressed up from behind, his heavy body leaning forward against Thranduy who was originally placed on the sofa.However, his right shoulder pressed Thranduil's body again, preventing him from falling forward.The clean right hand covered Thranduil's mouth again, and the bloody left hand took Thranduil's sore and weak left arm, held his hand, and raised it backwards.

The gradually recovered sense of touch became clearer and clearer, and soon reached its destination.Thranduil's heart constricted violently from the fingertips that first touched, and below that was the pulse in the neck that symbolized the beating of Lucius' life.

"After I leave, Hardion and the others will come in. I think you can recover by peeling off the cursed wound just a little bit."

"Don't worry, that eye won't see what happened tonight." Lucius stopped and panted against Thranduil again. He withdrew his right hand and placed it on the back of Thranduil's right shoulder. Randomly swipe a few times.Then he got up abruptly, pulling Thranduil's center of gravity back, letting him lean back on the comfortable sofa, and walked away.

Rubbing the cloth, Lucius took off the blood-stained bathrobe and threw it at Thranduil's feet.

He changed into the clean robe that he had prepared aside before, and his breath couldn't calm down: "From now on, only you owe me, Thranduil, live well, and pay off my debt."

"By the way," he said in a very soft voice close to Thranduil's ear for the last time, "I hate dirty rooms, especially mine."

The temperature of Lucius leaning against his back was fleeting, and the surging dark power also rushed out of the window at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, the gorgeous wooden door was knocked open by Hardion.

As soon as the guards broke in, they saw Thranduil covered in blood and turned pale with horror.