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

19,

On this day, Thranduil still did not show up where he should be before dinner as he said yesterday.Lotial frowned dissatisfiedly thinking that the elf king might not be too careless, the underage elves should eat well on time, no matter how strict the training is, at least wait until the little prince is an adult.Thranduil's inconsiderateness is no longer a matter of a day or two. No wonder the elves outside said that the king of the jungle is ruthless.

In any case, she felt compelled to be respectful again, begging her Majesty to consider for a moment that his son was only a child now.

It wasn't until Thranduil's tall figure appeared by the door that Lotial stood up, only to see him holding a red-eyed Legolas with his other hand.The female registrar moved her lips, unable to speak in surprise.

"What's the matter?" She strode over and squatted down to look at Legolas, and the elf who had just cried immediately showed an embarrassed and evasive reaction.Elberice, her heartbeat is about to stop.Legolas was not one of those little babies who were coddled, she took care of him, and since he became sensible, he seldom cried and made noises like ordinary children, which was like Thranduil.Lotial touched his cheek apprehensively.

She looked up again at the silent Jungle King, who silently shook her head.

She was a little confused.

"His Majesty……"

"Is the document that needs to be signed on the table?" Thranduil looked behind while walking, and led Legolas into his study.

"Yes." Lotial replied reflexively.

"Okay," Thranduil sighed, "Let me be alone with him for a while, is that okay, Lothial?"

"Okay, Your Majesty." Lotial put away his confusion, went out and closed the door gently.She let out a sigh of relief, and felt that it was best not to go too far. She was really worried about Legolas, but at least she shouldn't ask now, after all, the self-esteem of a child of this age must be taken care of.

Legolas let go of his hand slightly after the door closed.

Thranduil sat down in his usual position, his every move pulled the elf's nerves.Legolas stood there like a solitary sapling.

"I hope you don't hate me..." Legolas stared at his toes with red eyes.

He is so sentimental, so soft, and every trace of malice is like raindrops falling into a deep valley, with no trace to be found but an empty voice inside.

In this world, he is the only one who feels this kind of cold hatred. No one understands his situation, no one feels his feelings, and no one even listens to his troubles, not even Lotial.

"Legolas, I don't..."

"No." For perhaps the first time in his life, Legolas interrupted his father, "I know." He bit his lower lip, his voice like a beech blowing in the wind.

He's not one to run away from, never has been.He was born to be a warrior, fighting against his mother's departure, his father's indifference, and everything that was abnormal.He appears calmer than his peers.

If he was weak, maybe he could stay in a room with the vague and perfunctory Thranduil all night, and then it would be business as usual.Legolas no longer wanted business as usual.

"You don't like me..." He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a thick black shadow under his eye sockets, he said quietly, "I just want to know why."

Thranduil was stunned, his back was stiff, as if being pulled by his gorgeous throne and firmly poured into one body.His blue eyes wavered.He suddenly realized that he was no longer the elf who would knock on his door on a rainy night, crying and grabbing the hem of his robes.