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

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Thranduil glanced at his son through the glass of red wine. The latter sat across the long dining table, looking even smaller.Legolas didn't seem to have rested well, his eyes were still a little red, and he was silently eating his breakfast with his head down.

Lodial poured red wine into the empty glass again, "Your Majesty," the woman said softly, "His Royal Highness Legolas has also reached the age to start classes."

Thranduil nodded, he was even a little surprised, so small?

He has passed too long, even though the elf's memory is excellent, he has almost forgotten when he started to learn the knowledge and skills that a prince should know from his teacher.This feeling, like watering a young tree, was strange and distant to Thranduil.

"Well, let's go." He said, put down his glass, stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

In the final analysis, Legolas is still a lively elf. He is a veritable son of the jungle, the deep and pure crystallization of nature.The bright and cheerful character of the elves, especially the people of the dense forest, forged Legolas' heart.Even though Thranduil was too harsh on him, it didn't make him a gloomy, inferior elf.

Much of the credit for this goes to Lothial and the other merry Silvan elves of the Jungle House.

He likes to run and jump, and he also likes to climb up the tall beeches and watch the fallen leaves flutter like butterflies. It sounds more tactful than anyone else.

The subjects have great affection for this little prince who lives in the palace all year round.What a poor little prince, the experience of childhood without his mother is rare among elves, so people's sympathy for this sad fact turned into unsparing love for Legolas.

When he was practicing how to communicate with their natural friends on a pony, the cloth pocket he carried was always full of flowers and fresh fruits presented by his passing subjects.

The little prince's study was followed by enthusiastic subjects, and he lived up to this enthusiasm. The one who taught him bow and arrow was Palton, the captain of Thranduil's guard, and one of the most recognized sharpshooters in the jungle.

The training venue is in the courtyard not far from the palace.Palton handed Legolas a small bow specially made for elf beginners. It was slightly smaller than ordinary bows, but the weight was not reduced, so that the elf could better adapt to the weight on the arm.

"Palton, at what age did you become the captain of your father's guard?" Legolas asked him looking up.

"It was when I was five hundred years old, Your Highness. Because I met Oakes on the road with His Majesty, I solved thirty of them by myself!" Palton proudly said, this experience was the most unforgettable in this soldier's life. At any moment, he is also willing to recall this experience to anyone who wants to know, even when he is drinking, he does not forget to brag about it.

"That's amazing." Legolas blinked and said longingly.

He eyed his new weapon curiously.He touched the bow carefully, although it was just a beginner's tool, it was still carved with fine leaves and vines.

"Raising the bow is the first step, but don't underestimate it. A well-regulated and precise bow will allow you to know where your arrow will shoot the moment Oakes approaches." Paldon stood beside Legolas and stretched out his hand to correct him. looking at his pose.

"Well done Your Highness, just keep it like this for two hours." Palton nodded in satisfaction, and gave the order as a teacher.

This is undoubtedly torture for a lively child. He has mentored many young elves, and many of them will complain about how unreasonable this strict requirement is in the middle.But Palton has always believed that only the most rigorous training can make a good elf warrior, and even save their own life on the cruel battlefield.

But unexpectedly, the little prince, who was more noble than others, didn't raise any objections, and he didn't even complain aloud. Legolas just pursed his lips and stood quietly.

"You will make a good soldier, my lord."

When Legolas started to attend classes, it meant that Lotial finally lived up to his trust and raised Legolas safely and happily.At this time, she resumed her original position - the clerk of the dense forest.She was hurriedly following Thranduil with a stack of papers in her arms, when suddenly Thranduil glanced at the closed glass window.

"It seems that Your Highness really likes bows and arrows." It only took a moment for the clever female clerk to know what the waves were that prevented Thranduil from moving forward.

"Really?" Thranduil replied briefly.

"Your Majesty's arrow skills are also well-known."

Thranduil didn't seem to hear this sentence, and continued to walk forward without squinting.