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

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He dug his fingertips into a groove in the handle of the knife, but it didn't help, he even started to sob uncontrollably, Legolas could only lower his head desperately, hoping that Thranduil didn't see his face clearly .

"Legolas, look at me," Thranduil said.

Legolas shook his head vigorously, tears rolled down his face, and fell heavily again.He even forgot the reason for his crying, or there were too many reasons buried in his heart, and all the grievances came out one after another.

He didn't want to be defeated, but this was already defeated.

He heard Thranduil sigh.Then his face was held up by the palm of his hand. "Calm down, Legolas, and tell me what's wrong with you?"

The elf's tears wet Thranduil's palms, and his blond hair was disheveled.She just resisted him with red, patient eyes.

"No..." Legolas wept and tried to turn his head away, but was forced to straighten it again.

"Legolas," Thranduil said.

"Do not……"

The King of the Jungle let out a sigh, and then he felt a small warm body fall into his arms, tightly clutching the fabric behind him and not letting go.

Legolas buried his face deep in his father's robes, and tears wet the rich gold and brushed his cheeks sorely.But he still didn't want to let go.He knew it was wrong, and it only made his indifferent father look down on him even more.But he couldn't bear that kind of scrutiny anymore, his embarrassment and embarrassment were revealed in such cold eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if being stung by the air, his throat was astringent and tight, every sound was like a hammer hitting a nail.

"Ada, don't push me away..." Legolas whimpered, "don't push me away..."

Weeping and holding his breath, he waited for the voice of Thranduil calling Lothial or someone else, and then pulled him away forcefully, like pulling out the root of a plant.

Until a hand was gently placed on his hair.Thranduil felt the body in his arms tremble slightly.

"Legolas, calm down." Thranduil lowered his head, stroking his son's blond hair.He neither called for someone, nor was he in a hurry to pull him away.

His elf was sobbing and unable to speak clearly.

He hadn't seen tears in many years.The elf's tears are so fragile, so tempered into gold, they are frozen in the heaviest and most disappointing moment in life, in those dark years and journeys, not at this moment.

He didn't even hug him.

At that moment, Thranduil suddenly felt the weight of his life, which was full of sorrow, but also full of hope.The very existence of Legolas contained unforgettable blood and injuries, but that should not be punishment.

At least it shouldn't be a punishment he can confidently impose.Even if it is a huge injury, it should be returned to the wrong person little by little over the years.Turned away, is that how he sees him?Yet it was irrefutable, and these bitter tears were like an indictment against him.

It is he who cannot protect his beloved, and he is the one who picks up the sword, and it is the fate he chooses for Yada Wenduo and Legolas.

Thranduil didn't speak, he was like a silent mountain waiting for the moonlight, until the most primitive feeling gently knocked on the door of his heart.It was a pure white and flawless instinct beyond his thoughts, an indescribable traction, he finally knelt down and hugged his child gently.