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

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The training lasted until dusk, and Legolas' knife was knocked down countless times. Every time Thranduil would stop to explain the essentials of fighting to him, concise, sometimes just a few words, "Strength with the left hand "Or "shoulders sink", the King of the Jungle knows that it is better to do it once than say it a thousand times.

The last time he saw his youngest son standing upright and looking at him, a little bewildered light flashed in his blue eyes.Thranduil suddenly pondered and added, "Do you understand?"

Legolas nodded vigorously, put his arms behind his back, and secretly rubbed his numb wrists.

Thranduil nodded. "Go back." He turned his hand and hung the long sword he was using on the wall, and looked back at Legolas who was still hesitating. "You can take your knife back to your room," he said.

"Yes!" The elf's eyes were like a flower suddenly opened, shining brightly, and trotted all the way to hug his new love.

"Remember to ask Lotial to add another hook to the wall."

"Yes!"

Legolas stopped at the fork in the road leading to his bedroom and the King of the Jungle's study, he turned around a little cautiously, looked at his father with a big smile, "Ada, thank you for giving me the knife. "

"Good night, Legolas." Thranduil just nodded.

When the king returned to his study, he welcomed his loyal female clerk and a thick stack of reports that the king needed to see. "You're late, Your Majesty, it's already past dinner time." Lotial frowned, she didn't want her little prince to fail to eat on time for training on the first day.

"I forgot the time. I will be faster next time." Thranduil sat down on his tall and solid chair, and stretched out his hand, "Give me the trade agreement signed with those merchants yesterday."

"Is there something wrong with this document?" The female clerk wondered. This trade document has been studied by court officials several times, and theoretically there should not be any loopholes.

Thranduil tapped his temples with his fingers, he stretched his shoulders and leaned on the back of the chair, and slapped the neat and perfect agreement on the smooth table, "Just say that Mirkwood will treat them from now on. Tariffs are going to go up."

Lotial stood there with his mouth open, and it took him a long time to gather his thoughts, "But why..." Poor humans, they must have been more surprised than her when they heard the news.

"They know the reason." The blond elf smiled gracefully.

The training continued on the second day, and it didn't end in Thranduil as Legolas expected.It was perhaps the longest conversation the King of the Jungle had with his son, though he only knocked the weapons out of Legolas' hands and pointed at his neck ribs and shins again and again.

"Focus, Legolas," he said at the end of one round.

Of course he found that Legolas had almost perfect reflexes, and his agility and vigor did not disappoint him either.It's just that he seems to have been in an inexplicably nervous state for two days.Thranduil didn't know whether he was chased by a big spider with a sword before or because of something that made him nervous all the time.In short, his son did not perform to his due level at all, either his hand was unsteady or he hesitated suddenly at a fatal critical moment.

"I'm sorry, Ada."

His son said sorry too much.

Legolas rubbed his palm on the hem of his clothes, bent down to pick up the knife that fell on the ground.

"I don't know why you haven't adapted until now," Thranduil spread his hands, "This shouldn't be a difficult thing for you."

Legolas opened his mouth to apologize, but suddenly stopped.He lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Palton said you are very energetic." Thranduil approached him and put his hand on his shoulder, "So what are you afraid of, Legolas?"

The elf lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and Thranduil suddenly noticed that he was crying.

His son is crying.

Thranduil didn't think crying was a common thing at Legolas' age.He was even at a loss, not knowing whether to let Legolas stop crying first or call Lotial first.

Elberice, he is really very, very bad at dealing with such situations.

Legolas couldn't stop his tears no matter what, he was under tremendous pressure, the pressure was ubiquitous all the time, Thranduil's gaze and every look in his eyes made him feel as if there was an extremely heavy weight on his heart Iron Stone was heavier and darker than the entire underground palace combined, and made him more uneasy than any setback.He could not control himself, and this fact added to his grief.

How he wished he had disappeared.

In the past years, there were countless days worthy of tears, sad days, and disappointing days, but he did not let any tear drop, because he wanted to be the pride of Thranduil, a pride will not be easily Any sadness knocked down.