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

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Legolas buried his head in his arms under the tight quilt and listened to the door closing softly, the sound of running water, and the increased footsteps.It is no different from normal days, and the Jungle Palace at this time should also be like a huge carved lantern that is lit, surrounded by warm light.

This day has already begun in terms of time and space, but for Legolas, he is not yet ready for a new day.His thoughts were still stuck in Thranduil's words that were too profound for him last night.

What will happen now?Did Thranduil accept him?Or was it just a prevarication to his too impertinent questioning, or just part of the King of the Jungle's moodiness?

Legolas didn't want to think about these issues yet, he just wanted to hide under the covers and chew on what happened last night.

He seemed to be harboring an overly beautiful hazy dream, trying to block the morning light out of the window with fear.

Until Thranduil came over and lifted his quilt, and picked him up like a rabbit.

"Lotial said you didn't want to get up?" his father asked, frowning.

Legolas was dumbfounded.

Before Legolas could find a decent reason to answer, Thranduil put him beside the bed, pushed his back and urged him to leave the room, "But no matter what, you have to go to training today, I don't have much time today."

Then he followed Thranduil on the winding path of the Jungle Palace. Along the way, the guards were like autumn grass blown down by the wind, saluting their king one after another. Music came, There was also the sound of iron clashing, as well as the gurgling sound of underground water.

Legolas looked up at his father. He was so tall and majestic, not only because he was his father, but also because he was the master of the whole court and the whole forest.

Yet even so, can he expect to be treated with tenderness?

Thranduil stopped in front of a room with a high dome, which was opposite to the king's study. In the middle was a gray oval stone table carved from granite, surrounded by several large and exquisite chairs.There was a perpetual pile of parchment and wine on the table.This place is often used to hold financial meetings all night long, and ministers have been waiting here for a long time.

Thranduil looked back at him, "I have a meeting now," he pointed to the closed study, "you can wait for me there, you can touch anything except paperwork."

He conjured an apple from the sleeve of his robe, as he had always held it, and thrust it into Legolas' hand. "If it's not enough, go to Lotial, she will definitely save some snacks for you."

Legolas held the apple, "When can you come out?"

Thrandilton stopped, stared at him for a while, and finally waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can come in too."

Legolas is the rightful heir of Mirkwood, and it wouldn't hurt to let him know of his divine duty earlier.

All the officials around the round table stood up and saluted him. Obviously, they did not expect their prince to participate in the national meeting today.

Someone hurriedly stood up and gave up the seat next to Thranduil.

Unlike the jungle elves that Legolas was usually associated with, the officials were all dressed in elaborate costumes rather than battle uniforms, and they seemed a little slower.

Legolas had only met a few of them at banquets, and he could hardly pronounce the others by their names.

Thranduil sat down as if nothing had happened, and picked up his red wine glass.

The small waves at the beginning of the meeting disappeared immediately, and the meeting was proceeding in an orderly manner. Legolas sat on the seat, rubbing the red apple that Thranduil gave him, but couldn't understand what these people were saying.

Thranduil's speech was always very short, sometimes it was just an order, and the officials would write down the order and execute it immediately after being given the order, and it seemed that they had no objection to their king at all.

When the agenda comes to an end, there will be maids serving mint tea and red wine, some of them will go out, and some new ones will come in.They were a little surprised when they saw Legolas, but they saluted respectfully.

Before everyone was seated, Thranduil leaned over and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to go out?"

Legolas was taken aback, shaking his head desperately.

"Do you understand what they're saying?"

Legolas said honestly, "I don't understand."

Whether it is taxes, transactions, or personnel changes, he is completely at a loss.He only understood a little bit about the part of arming.

Thranduil smiled, "You don't need to understand."