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

12,

Legolas sneezed, the pollen of the mallow flower rubbed against the tip of his nose, he rubbed his cheeks, and picked out the fallen leaves that accidentally caught in his hair.

Lotial shook the elf's coat, the flowered quilt on it was disfigured, and the light-colored fabric was also stained with golden juice.She frowned.

"I'm sorry, Lotial." Legolas tugged on his uneven coat.

"You should apologize, but not for this dress," Lotial walked over and tapped his head lightly, "You came back too late."

"I just overslept..." Legolas said pitifully, covering his forehead.

The female clerk raised her chin and elegantly walked out with his dirty clothes on her arm.Said that she did not accept this reason at all.

"Lotial..." Legolas called softly.

"Your Highness?" She turned around.

"You won't tell me ada, will you?" Legolas looked up at her tentatively.

So he got a comforting kiss on the forehead, "Of course not, good night, Your Highness."

Lotial gently closed the door and let out a sigh of relief.The female clerk's fury was vented on the floor of the palace corridor, and her footsteps were as loud as the rumble of a volcanic eruption.Great, a few days ago her little prince was taken to an elf hunt when he was under the age, but he couldn't be found in the king's team who came back, and no one told her what happened, her little prince What terrible things happened to the elf, until the end of the day, Legolas returned to the palace dirty and wounded!

Do they only have prey that smell of blood and stench?

Lotial quickened her speed in the corridor, and now she was going to find that irresponsible Palton to find out why Legolas just left under her nose for a short while and became like this!And what happened to those flowers now?Who pushed the prince down the Valley of Flowers?The elves in the dense forest are really getting more and more unruly, and Lothial is furious.

She stopped suddenly while walking, those flowers?Those are lovely fragrant flowers, but dense forests ain't everywhere--that's mallow.

Elberice... the female elf covered her mouth.

She felt that she was not only going to talk to Palton, she was going to talk to Thranduil, yes, again.Unlike before, it was just to ask Thranduil to pay more attention to Legolas, even if it was a crime, she would force her king to face the problem.

Recently, Thranduil has become more abnormal. His need for alcohol has become stronger and stronger, making people wonder if he will be the first elf to drink to death. The lights in his bedroom are on all night, and the elf None of the guards dared to knock on the door, and he almost never appeared in the dining room again, and Lotial was heartbroken to see Legolas reluctantly look back at the empty chairs after breakfast.

The affairs of the palace are still running normally, and no one outside the Mirkwood Royal Court has noticed the clues. They even received human merchants from the far north a day ago.

Lotial was carrying a large stack of documents and putting them on Thranduil's desk. It was already midnight, but the banquet was not over yet.The elves can feast and feast for days and nights, but weak humans can't stand this, Lotial thought she should remind the hysterical king of the jungle.

When she turned her head, Thranduil was leaning against the door, holding a transparent wine glass in his hand.

"Your Majesty." She lowered her eyes and saluted.

"Are you warning me to be temperate?" Thranduil looked at her with narrowed eyes, which seemed to be burning with a dark flame.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lotial lowered his head.

"To hell with temperance."

"I have one more thing about those..."

"Flowers?" Thranduil twitched the corner of his mouth, "I know."

"You know?" Lodial exclaimed, "Oh... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I beg you..." The female elf almost grabbed Thranduil's clothes and wailed.

"He won't know, forever. I promise." Thranduil pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a cold smile, "I'm the last person in this world who doesn't want him to know about this, not you, Lotial."

Lodial caressed her chest, "Yes, Your Majesty." She couldn't say a word, now is a good time to talk, but her words seemed to be swallowed by horror, leaving only a mess sad.

Should she try to convince Thranduil now?She knew that Thranduil was facing a pain hundreds of times greater than hers.She thanked Thranduil for not being overwhelmed by this pain for decades, for the jungle.However, he was eroded by that tragedy on another level, like an incurable terminal illness, deeply rooted in his heart.

"That child is salvation..." Lotial said.

"He's not!" Thranduil denied loudly.

"You know he is!" Lothial summoned up her courage and glared at her king. "You know!"

"No!" Thranduil hurried into the office like a trapped animal, "He's a nightmare!"

"He's not a nightmare..." Lodial whispered, "He shouldn't be a nightmare, Her Royal Highness wouldn't think so, would she?" She relaxed her shoulders, and adopted a gentle attitude to try to touch him. The edge of the iceberg, the king of the jungle.

"I can't accept him." The King of the Jungle turned his back to her, casting a deep shadow.She saw him propping up the table with his hands like a crumbling tall tree, and he repeated in a low voice, his voice trembling, "I can't accept him."