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

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The ministers at the second day's meeting found that they had added a new member to their always tense and strict state affairs meeting, a rabbit.The maids, with the most unhurried grace, conveniently slipped a basket of clean, dry green grass under their prince's stool when setting tea.They pursed their lips and smiled, and took turns to come up to refill tea and water one by one, taking a peek at such a lovely spectacle and the elf king's nonchalant expression on the way.

By the time the meeting was over, the entire back kitchen knew about Legolas walking around with a rabbit on his head.

Legolas followed Thranduil, with the rabbit lying firmly on his head, he trotted a few steps to catch up to Thranduil. "Ada, can it run now?"

Thranduil frowned and nodded.He still remembered that Lotial cured it with the elf's method last night, the scene of the rabbit running around the house, and it was flying around for a while.

He rubbed between his brows and said, "Put it down and go get your weapon."

Legolas has been training under his guidance for a long time, and the facts have proved that his judgment is not wrong. Legolas is equally talented in this area. The only thing he lacks is probably the actual combat experience.

And this is something that no amount of practice can make up for.Whether an elf can have a stable heart in the face of death and blood, pick up a weapon, and look directly at the ugly and unbearable, this has nothing to do with the strength of the body, but only the soul.

He wishes he could do it, he expects him to do it.

Legolas has good speed, which is his advantage, and the corresponding lack of strength, but this is only due to his age.Thranduil watched all this closely.

"Very good." Thranduil withdrew his hand at the end of the training.

Legolas gasped at the spot for a while, then walked over slowly, put his two knives on the shelf, and smiled at Thranduil.

"Ada, when can I try it with Palton, dual knives, and bow and arrow?"

"I'm afraid it will be a while." Thranduil picked up the rabbit with one hand and led him out of the training room.

"Huh?" Legolas jumped a few steps in front of him, "Why?"

"He will go to the border to participate in the defense soon." Thranduil said, "It was also mentioned in the meeting that more defense forces should be added to the border."

Legolas groaned, nodding dejectedly.Of course he knew how far the border was from here. Even if it wasn't the heart of Mirkwood, it should be the most important sibling of this elven kingdom.The rivers running through the forest, the paths of galloping horses, and the comings and goings of trade ships and carriages all rely on the stability of the borders. The elves who go there often fall into the struggle with dark creatures every day. In order to resist the dark forces beyond the green forest.

It's just that, in this way, there will be a long, long time without seeing Palton.Legolas felt a little lost and reluctant.

Thranduil suggested: "My soldiers are also a good choice." Although I'm afraid their archery skills are not as good as yours.

Legolas was still a little sullen.

So Thranduil had no choice but to say: "Your rabbit can return to the jungle after the sun rises for a while."

Unexpectedly, Legolas did not show joy, but a look of surprise, "Can't I keep it?"

Thranduil paused for a while, then shook his head, "Sorry, son, you can't."

"Why?" Legolas asked anxiously.

"It belongs to the forest, not to you, Legolas."

There is no doubt that Legolas is very reasonable, the young boy thought for a while, and reluctantly agreed with this statement. "Yes, it belongs to the forest," he whispered.

Thranduil nodded, "Do you want to go by yourself later, or Lotial will accompany you?"

"I'll go by myself." Legolas said dejectedly.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "But I like it..."

"You know that's no excuse," Thranduil said.

"Why isn't liking a reason?" Legolas murmured. "I like it, isn't that enough? I will treat it better than anyone else!" The little boy hurriedly promised.

Thranduil sighed and stroked his hair, "You must know that there are many things in this world, even if you like them, they don't belong to you."