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

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Palton only felt that disaster was coming, he pulled out their blond little prince from under the luggage, and broke out in a cold sweat, "...Your Highness?!"

Before he finished speaking, he was "shush" back with serious expressions on two small faces.

Palton was dumbfounded.Although some young elves would sneak across to the border to defend the Mirkwood together with their father and brother, this was the first time for such a distinguished stowaway.

What happened next was enough to give Palton a headache for more than a decade.Sure enough, the court's special messenger immediately caught up with the mighty marching team. Palton did not hesitate to confess Legolas to show his loyalty to the King of the Jungle, and was scratched several times by the former.

"I won't go back!" Legolas put his hands behind his back, blocking Tauriel behind him.

Palton felt his scalp tighten. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Your Highness, you'd better go back, otherwise we will be in a difficult situation."

"Why?" said Legolas, "I am very powerful."

"Me too!" Tao Ruier said.

"Why do you have to go to the border? It's not a place worth visiting," Palton tried his best to convince him. "It's full of darkness and death. You are the heir of Mirkwood..."

Legolas interrupted him: "Because I am the heir of Mirkwood." He pursed his lips, "I don't want to stay in the palace."

Palton thought for a while, "Are you...are you losing your temper with His Majesty?"

"I haven't," Legolas said.

He was as stubborn as his father, and he never looked back.

Countless couriers and commissioners returned from the border without success.

Lotial brought the latest news on the frontier in the study room. The soldiers worked day and night, but they could only keep the evil out. After each heavy casualty, some of the soldiers' families could not wait for their relatives. Only the honor given by the state belongs to loyalty.

Every letter was signed by Thranduil himself.

"This is the list of sacrificed soldiers." Lotial handed over a paperwork.

Thranduil hesitated for a moment, but the elf was perceptive and said softly, "There is no Legolas' name on it."

He said "no" and stopped talking.

Lotial continued: "The letter asking for credit has also come, Your Highness..."

Thranduil sighed imperceptibly, with a slight frown between his brows, "Follow the normal steps, if he does have military merits... let him be promoted."

Lotial looked at him worriedly, and slowly replied: "Yes."

The King of the Jungle didn't look up, his pen made a rustling sound on the paper, like a light rain.

Lotial was probably the elf in the jungle court who was most looking forward to someone who could bring Legolas back from the border, and secretly resented the negligent Palton tens of thousands of times.If she guessed correctly, Thranduil was about to compromise.

"What do I not understand?" Thranduil suddenly asked in a low voice.There was silence in the room, except for the occasional gurgling sound from the underground spring, and the whistling of the wind in the cave, the sunlight shining on the floor, dyeing everything on the edges with fluff, everything was quiet and peaceful .

"What?" Lotial was puzzled.

Thranduil shook his head, "It's nothing." He said quickly.

Lotial said, "Your Highness is going to grow up."

Thranduil shook his head, "I don't think you have to do something deviant when you grow up." When he said this, there was a soft tiredness in his voice. For the first time, Lotial felt that the things in front of her were no longer Not the king of Mirkwood, but an ordinary father.

"He'll be a good boy," Lothial said.

Thranduil smiled, noncommittal.

This was the first time that Thranduil planned to talk to someone about his child, but he was still not ready for it. For some reason, Lothial finally let go of the lingering anger in his heart, and she still left in a gentle and polite manner. Close the door of the study.

The King of the Jungle's fury lasted for a long time, and the envoys went to one envoy after another, only to prove that Legolas really had his way in conflict and confrontation.

When the day finally came to an end and the last twilight disappeared into the darkness, Thranduil walked out of the study, his footsteps paused, and the blown wind caused the lit candles by the wall to shake uncontrollably.He paused for a while, the thick black figure making no sound.He walked forward again.

It's just that there was no small shadow holding a pair of knives waiting for him in a group at the door, and the brisk footsteps disappeared without a trace.

Little did he know that it was only the second year in a years-long tug-of-war between father and son.