[Hobbit+HP] The truth of elves

Seeing is believing, hearing is believing.There is nothing wrong with this statement.

But in many cases, even the prosperity that you see with your own eyes may be just a gorgeous disguise of decay and dilapidation.No matter how clear your brain is, it will still be hindered by the color of your eyes.

Lucius has always known this truth, and is even an expert at this trick.

It's just that at this moment, the veteran who is well versed in this method still loses to the instinctive nerves paralyzed by vision.

In order to escape the unintentional temptation from Thranduil, Lucius chose to stand obliquely behind the Elven King from the very beginning.So he couldn't see the change in Thranduil's expression just now.

It's just that before the reaction from Thranduil brought him any negative emotions, Lucius was already overwhelmed by his own self-blame.

He had come to heal Thranduil's wounds, not to make things worse.

Taking a deep breath, Lucius swept out all the thoughts in his mind, returned to the most peaceful state of mind, and raised his hand to Thranduil's shoulder again.

"You don't need..." Thranduil's low-pitched refusal disappeared into the temperature of Lucius' fingertips.

The slender fingers landed on the perfect camouflage, Lucius closed his eyes slightly, and felt the ups and downs of his hands carefully.Naturally, the burn wound will not be smooth and flawless, especially the scar that cannot be healed for 3000 years: "Your Majesty, even though I can confirm your injury by touching it, your disguise is organized by magic power, and the magic potion It also contains magic power. There is a high possibility of conflict between the two, please remove the magic power from the wound." Lucius' voice was extremely calm and serious at this moment.

Thranduil hesitated instead: "Are you sure?"

"of course."

If just a simple touch could cause Lucius to back off, Thranduy naturally wouldn't think that Lucius would be able to remain calm enough to the truth behind the cover.But looking up, Thranduy saw only Lucius' calm seriousness.

Lucius stood in the backlight, and the expression on his face was therefore hidden in the unclear shadow.Thranduil couldn't see the light in his eyes clearly, but there was a faint clamoring emotion transmitted back to himself from where his gaze fell.

Thranduil turned his head back, looked down at the surface of the water where his face was reflected vaguely, and uttered low words with the slow fluctuation of magic power: "As you wish."

The effect of magic power is not only to provide a beautified cover for the wound that cannot be healed, it is also to contain the destructive power that has been surging in the wound.As the magic power ebbed, the muscles on the side of Thranduil's neck gradually tightened.When the familiar pain covered the entire left shoulder again, Thranduil heard the dead silence brought by the stagnation of Lucius' breathing.

The reflection on the water was still blurry, and Thranduil could only see his own shoulders that had turned dark, and Lucius's bowed head.

"very scary?"

Thranduil received no response.Lucius was like a stagnant puppet, no longer responding.

The questioner didn't ask any more questions, but just kept silent.

In the almost frozen picture, only the gradually falling water temperature can reflect the slow flow of time.

As the destructive power swallowed up all the sensations in his body bit by bit, Thranduy's sitting posture gradually became a little stiff.He moved the fingers of his left hand under the water, but before the movement regained his consciousness, he was distracted by the soft touch on the edge of the wound on the back of his neck.

The cool fingertips lightly brushed the edge of the wound, and the traces of shallow swimming carefully avoided his real wound.The numb feeling gradually spread in the place Lucius' fingertips traced.It was obviously a burning sensation that continued all the time, but for some reason, Thranduil felt a slightly relieved coldness because of this touch.

Lucius' voice in his ear became closer at some point, and his tone was softer than ever.He raised his hand cautiously, and gradually pressed his palm against the side of the injured neck: "Does it hurt?"

Feeling cold and hot, Thranduil only felt a suffocating power flowing from the opponent's palm, and the entangled answer was unstoppable: "It's okay."

Lucius didn't seem to notice Thranduil's wavering, and could only see the broken left shoulder in front of him.The position of the scapula is obviously the most seriously injured place, the scorched and necrotic muscles are attached to the bones in an unnatural shape.The terrifying power of death spread from here to the surroundings in a greedy manner, which was shocking.

What he saw made Lucius feel inexplicably stabbing pains from between his bones, like tarsal maggots, which couldn't be dispelled, making his joints so stiff that he couldn't move a bit.

"Your...injury," Lucius asked with trembling lips, in a very soft tone, "Are there many elves who know the real situation of the wound?"

"Why do you ask?"

There was no response to Thranduy's rhetorical question, only Lucius' shallow breath, as if warming up, swept past his ears.

The silent questioning made the air in the tent seem to be constricted. Thranduil moved his throat, but he couldn't make any sound.

Lucius' attitude was as tough and stubborn as the silence around him that could not be dispelled. In the end, Thranduy did not continue to insist, and replied softly: "Therapist, and Galian."

"Hadien said," Lucius raised his palm, slid his fingers down, and slid along the arc of Thranduil's back bones, groping for the spread of the wound, "Your wounds often flare up, but you never Will leave any elves around to take care of you. So, even His Royal Highness Legolas doesn't know about this? Doesn't know about you... being wounded in battle?"

Thranduy frowned slightly, and felt a little uncomfortable because of this question. He couldn't tell whether it was because of this question or the person who asked this question: "There is no need to know."

Lucius' movements were the same as his voice, and he paused for a long time: "Then, where is your queen?"

Thranduil didn't respond to this question that seemed to explode suddenly.But his momentary stiffness was faithfully fed back from Lucius' fingertips.

Silence is probably the default.

Lucius didn't know why he had the urge to ask at that moment, but the feeling at this moment was so complicated that he didn't want to pursue the reason for the repeated wavering of self-control.

With a light snort, Lucius quickly withdrew his fingertips to investigate the situation, picked up a clean towel at hand and wiped it repeatedly: "Sorry Your Majesty, my question is too much."

"I checked it just now, and the most serious part of your wound should be near the left shoulder joint. Besides the high temperature burn, the more serious one should be the corrosive force inside that cannot be removed. In contrast, your burn On the contrary, it's more like staying without treatment." The moment Lucius stood upright, all the ups and downs in his tone receded completely, cool and crisp.

"This is a curse!" Jin Gallon's voice in his head was much quicker than Thranduil's response, "Do you think there is no price to pay for slaying dragons? Hmph, it probably means that this elf king's physical fitness is strong enough , otherwise, with such a wound, the entire left arm should be abolished. Even if it is not abolished, the power of corrosion will make people feel piercing pain. His usual movements are completely unrecognizable, it is really tolerable."

"It's more than that you can't see it," Lucius behind Thranduil pulled a sarcastic angle at the corner of his mouth, "He still uses dual swords on the battlefield, and it hasn't been affected at all."

"This is impossible!" Long Ling exclaimed, "Impossible!"

"There are so many impossible things, don't you also think that this injury is impossible to heal?" Lucius snorted coldly.

The exclamation of surprise turned into panic in an instant: "You can really cure it?"

Thranduil naturally wouldn't know about the secret communication between Lucius and King Gallon, but he heard Lucius' cold snort.This signal came out of nowhere, which made the Elf King frowned and struggled for a while, before explaining: "You are right. The healer once tried to purify, but it basically had no effect. And if it is just to treat burns, after a period of time, the injury is still the same. It will return to what it is now."

Thranduil answered lightly, but the listener was inexplicably angry: "So you just ignore it?"

The Elf King stopped speaking, apparently acquiescing again.

"Hadien said that the frequency of your attacks is decreasing. At that time, I also thought that your strength increased and the injury eased." Lucius was a little out of breath for a moment, and his eyes fell to the end of the injury.Thranduil's injuries should have been sustained more from the front of his body, but it was only because of his dodging that he avoided his vitals that he hurt his back.In other words, the injury on the back must be lighter than that on the left chest.But despite this, the injured area on the back of the shoulder has also extended to the middle of the shoulder blade.If the burn is the effect, and the power of corrosion is the cause, then Thranduil's injury is not as simple as what the eyes see, "It's just that now, I'm afraid the frequency of your attacks has decreased, but every time The severity is on the rise."

Thranduil's admission was as straightforward as ever: "You guessed right."

Lucius suddenly became angry: "Even so, haven't you actively looked for a solution?"

"It's not that there isn't," Thranduil denied at first, with the same indifferent tone as before, "It's that there isn't."

Those words froze all the floating anxiety in Lucius, and he didn't know how to respond.

"I remember that I said before that I might have a way," Lucius paused while looking at the side face of the Elf King, and felt a little uncomfortable again, "but you didn't rush me."

Inexplicably, Thranduil smiled and hummed lightly.

It was like an invisible needle, piercing the nameless anger in Lucius' heart.

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