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

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Legolas' hands bear their weight, they are a little heavier than he imagined, unlike their slender and light appearance, they are a pair of knives that have experienced battlefields, witnessed killings, and drank blood. Deep and dark, yet pure and beautiful.

It was Thranduil's knife.

He swayed because of the weight, tightened his arms slightly, and cherished the weapon that now belonged to him in the posture of holding a bouquet of flowers.

"May I use this?" Legolas asked looking up.

"Yes," Thranduil looked away from the pair of knives, floating on his shoulders. "You have to learn to use them and not be overwhelmed by a spider."

Legolas blushed.

"I should have learned swords from Palton earlier." He lowered his head and said hesitantly.

Thranduil smiled coldly, "Long sword?" He turned around slowly and took a step forward, "Palton's long sword is indeed amazing."

Legolas held the two moonlight-like knives upright and chased after Thranduil's footsteps, and saw his father leaving the quiet and gorgeous storage room without looking back, "But it doesn't fit You, Legolas."

Legolas was stunned for a moment and almost stopped. Thranduil was such a tall elf, and the steps he took made him almost trot to avoid being left behind.

He devoted himself to chasing Thranduil, and the father and son shuttled through the high and low corridors of the underground palace until they came to an empty hall.

"I can be just as good, ada!" Legolas said aloud, panting to a halt.

Thranduil looked at him with raised eyebrows, as if someone had dropped an interesting challenge letter.It never occurred to him that Legolas would contradict him, or rather, he had never given Legolas a chance to contradict him in the past few decades.

Legolas paused in embarrassment, and hugged the knife in his arms tightly again, "I can..." he whispered, suppressing the weakness in his tone.

"Yes, maybe you can." Legolas' eyes widened at this.

And Thranduil didn't look at him again, he looked around the place that was used as the daily training of the jungle guards, and randomly picked a long sword from the densely hung weapons in the corner and took it in his hand. "But it must not be a long sword."

He slashed at the air a few times randomly, as if what he was holding was not heavy steel but a flower branch.His posture is so calm, so noble and calm, it seems that the battle has become without a trace of blood and dirt, a kind of reserved purification process for death.

Legolas hasn't understood Thranduil's words for the time being, what does the long sword mean, can't he use it?Or did he disappoint him in the end during the last hunt?Legolas was so embarrassed that he even thought for the first time that being a dwarf might be a good thing, at least he could just punch a hole in the ground and escape right now.

"I should have had a captain of the guard teach you," Thranduil murmured, not so much to Legolas as to himself.

Legolas was afraid that he would hear even a trace of impatience from this sentence, and maybe he would be even more sad. Fortunately, Thranduil just stood there holding the sword, did not leave, and did not call anyone over.

"This knife..." Thranduil walked up to him, lowered his head slightly, and the former stretched out his fingers, groping slowly on the handle of the knife.

A small but deep imprint.

Like a pattern, it blends into the long vines and branches. Only its owner can get rid of the many obstacles and let this mark see the light of day again.

Legolas lowered his head, his gaze wandering along Thranduil's fingertips.

It was a word, written in a Quenya language he only recognized but was not familiar with. He may or may not have seen it.He read out the pronunciation of that word vaguely.I feel that I have grasped the meaning of the syllable jumping and burning out of the flame in a daze, maybe I didn't.

——varieal.

Guard who?

Thranduil seemed to have thorns growing under his fingertips, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Legolas, still holding his new gift, looked at him puzzled.

"Legolas, I just want you to remember one thing..." The King of the Jungle put his hand on his forehead and sighed silently, "You don't need to protect others, just protect yourself."

Legolas nodded in a cloud of confusion, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't even understand the slightest bit of his father's thoughts.

"You need more practice because no one in this world will protect you forever."

Legolas paused for a moment, "...What about you? Won't you protect me?" He speculated on his father's face and asked cautiously.But his eyes were warm and calm, and there was even a kind of calmness that didn't care about the answer, as if he just wanted to ask.Once he throws this answer, his mission is over.

Thranduil stared at him silently.