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

10,

Legolas only fainted for a few seconds, not even a faint. He quickly regained his consciousness, jumped up from the ground, and directly opened his bow and arrow without any hesitation.

—He was suddenly attacked, just now.

Three arrows shot at the spider's three fluffy feet at the same time, the ugly head roared, and the stench of mucus hit the face.It rushed straight at Legolas, waving its hands and feet, trying to knock down the elf standing upright in the fallen leaves again.

Then it was hit again, an arrow hitting its compound eye.

The spider was completely enraged, it roared like a storm, and ran over to Legolas regardless of everything.Its foot hit the elf, and the sharp thorn almost cut his chest, but at the same time, the spider's other foot was shot again by an arrow.

Legolas rolled a few times on the ground, covered his chest and took a deep breath. He felt as if a hole had been dug in his ribs, and the air hissed out from the gap.The elf didn't let go of his bow, he was leaning on his back against the root of a tree, and shot another arrow with all his might.

But his strength and accuracy have gradually lost their power with the loss of physical fitness.

"Okay, come on." Legolas climbed up, his hair was disheveled now, his body was covered with filaments and fallen leaves, and his nails were full of mud. He broke off a sharp branch and pushed aside the dense spider web.

He took a deep breath, knowing he had to face it himself.

A spider's web was the best shelter, but it wasn't his.He has no advantage in close combat, he must seize every opportunity to shoot his arrows, every second is a close call.And don't let that nasty spider touch him.

Roaring and flailing claws arrived almost at the same time, Legolas tightened his grip on the spider web, ran and jumped into the air, using the short moment of landing to gain time to draw the bow.

Legolas drew his bow again and narrowed his eyes. He had to hit the target, otherwise he might have no chance and could only sit and wait for death.

His fingers were so hard that the arrow feathers cut the skin of his knuckles, and he even smelled blood.The arrow pierced through the wind, sinking into the flesh and blood of the prey, and the mucus splashed everywhere.

He fell to the ground.

ended.

Legolas's first prey in this life was not a fox, not a rabbit, not a deer or a wild boar, but a giant spider. He felt a terrible headache, but he was very happy.Legolas stumbled over to his prize, tilting his head back and grinning.

His face was ashen and his eyes were shining.

As he got closer, something unexpected happened, a loud bang.The sharp claws that shone with cold light hung over his head and fell quickly.

——That guy is not dead!

Legolas' pupils dilated, he was too careless, and he stood too close, too close to draw his bow.

He could already imagine how he would be torn apart by the huge sharp claws, and his flesh and blood would fly all over the place.

Something came through the air, extremely heavy, so heavy that even the sound of the wind was dull, it directly cut off the remaining threat.

Legolas turned his head, it was a knife, the pattern on the handle was entangled with the branches of the dense forest, it was nailed into the giant tree and trembled slightly.

Thranduil withdrew his hand, and the father and son remained silent in shock.

"How could you be so stupid as to draw your bow in such a position?" Thranduil asked.

Legolas seemed to be frozen in place, and all his expectations and longings were shattered into sand and stones at Thranduil's feet at this moment.

He could have gone back in high spirits to announce his achievements, and won even one glance of approval from Thranduil, maybe he could have said a few more words in front of him instead of being quickly pushed away.He could have told him with his actions that he lived up to it.

But now everything has become a joke.

Thranduil probably only thought that he was as weak and incompetent as he imagined.

This made Legolas almost unable to support himself to stand still, to face Thranduil's gaze.

He has always looked at him like this, not a father looking at a son, not even a king looking at his subjects, that look, like looking at a stranger.

Legolas was crucified where he was, condemned thus by his gaze.His fingers sank into his palm, almost bleeding.

He felt a deep, deep despair.

"I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, suppressing the lump in his throat.

"How could there be spiders in this place?!" Thranduil was still furious, "Where are the patrols!"

"Your Majesty, we didn't find any traces of spiders before..." The panicked voice explained.

"Palton! This is how you teach your students to shoot at this distance?"

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" The captain of the personal guard could not escape the censure of the furious King of the Jungle.

Legolas kept his head down, and at some point all the surrounding sounds disappeared, Thranduil, the hunting team, and the worried Palton.He couldn't care about other people anymore, and his inner loss was about to drown himself.He stood frozen on his former battlefield, as if he wanted to stand like a statue with a heart of stone.