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

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"I really shouldn't have indulged you." Thranduil pinched his brows and sighed.Behind him lay a mountain of drunk elves lying in disorder. The honey-colored wine was knocked over by someone, and it flowed to the feet, and the aroma of the wine could intoxicate people.

And his son was waving his arms in front of his eyes, trying to grab the wine glass in his hand.

Thranduil remained motionless, but silently raised the drunkard's bull's-eye, and even though Legolas could come and go, he couldn't even touch his fingertips.

"Why are you doing this!" the elf boy said angrily, blushing and puffing up his cheeks.

"Now I somewhat agree with those sages' views." Thranduil looked at Legolas meaningfully. "Maybe not giving alcohol to children is not based on education, but on the destructive power of little devils."

Legolas listened in a daze, but couldn't understand the meaning. He tilted his head and looked at Thranduil suspiciously. After a while, "I have to think about what you said, I have to think about it." ..." he said seriously.Now the thoughts in his mind are jumping and jumping so fast that he can't catch any point where he can stop.

"You will know tomorrow." Thranduil smiled at him.

"You bully!" Legolas yelled, still taking the time to reach for the cup.

Thranduil picked up the cup in front of Legolas and stuffed it into his arms, "This is yours, sit down and don't break it, okay?"

Legolas seemed to know that he had a cup for the first time. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, "No." He threw down his cup and shouted, "I want that."

"It's the same." Thranduil said patiently.It was the first time he experienced coaxing a child, but unexpectedly, it was when his own child was almost an adult.

"No, it's not the same." Legolas argued, "It's not the same." He said in a low voice, and sat down slumped with red eyes, sniffing, and Thranduil even felt that he was going to cry in a second.

"Okay, as long as you are satisfied." Thranduil sighed helplessly, and handed him his cup.

Legolas smiled.

"Now I have to send you back." Thranduil made a decisive decision.

"Why?" Legolas yelled angrily.

"In order that no one else will be troubled by you, it will be a precious and wonderful conversation piece in the future." Thranduil stood up, and the elves poured out batch after batch, but the messy dance continued, knocking over the wine barrel , dining table, and even flower bushes.

"What's wrong?" Legolas muttered, being carried away by Thranduil.

"Not good." The Elf King was too lazy to explain more to an elf who was not clear-headed.

He carried him to the gate of the palace, during which countless elves made way for them, countless elves saluted them drunkenly, and countless elves fell down on their way forward.

"Why are we leaving?"

"Because you are making trouble." Thranduil grabbed the hand of Legolas who was trying to break free from him.

"I didn't," Legolas said aggrievedly. "I'm not a child."

"You are just a child."

"I'm not." Legolas repeated the habit of rambling, "I'm not a child."

Thranduil let him chatter all the way alone, not wanting to reason with him.

"Don't leave me alone," said Legolas.

Thranduil listened, "What?" He paused, then turned to ask his son with wet eyes who was talking nonsense.

"I am no longer a child, and you must not abandon me!" Legolas repeated loudly.

Is this what you really think, or is it just drunken gibberish?Thranduil chewed this question in his mouth, and finally decided to keep his mouth shut.He just kept going.

"I can help you a lot, if you leave me, you will regret it in the future!" Legolas nodded emphatically, vowing.

"I haven't." After a while, he suddenly replied calmly.

Legolas looked at him suspiciously.

"What's my problem?" The elf boy thought for a long time in a daze.In the end, he still shook his head inexplicably. He turned to Thranduil and asked, "What did I ask just now?"

Thranduil said: "You didn't ask anything, you were just drunk."

Legolas nodded thoughtfully, accepting the statement immediately.