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

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Then he heard a song, it was an ode to Pelúa, the lyrics narrated that Pelúa walked across the endless land, flowers bloomed behind her little by little, and her hands gave She touched the soul of the forest and made them rustle every night and morning. She touched the green leaves, and the green leaves grew happily.

Its tune is so soft and gentle, with a careless romance.Unlike those magnificent movements that require fife and harp to be played together, it is slow and elegant, like a delicate poem.

Thranduil hummed softly, looked Legolas in the eyes, and stretched out his hand.

Legolas looked up at him, and silently extended his hand.

For the first time, he was so close to his father without any suspicion, maybe it was just because of a short song.They are elves, elves who are born with beauty and music. Dancing is their instinct, just as the sun always rises and the stars never go out.

Thranduil was an excellent lead dancer, although he danced the female step to accommodate him, which did not detract from his noble majesty. where they should be.His dance steps are neat and elegant, making the whole song a planet moving in the universe, spinning out a complete and stable trajectory.

This song is as short as a nursery rhyme and repeats the same melody. When the singing stopped, Thranduil asked him, "Let's use this song for the opening."

He let him go, "It's short, and you dance well, I'm sure you won't make a fool of yourself."

Legolas opened his mouth. "No," he shook his head. "I can not?"

Thranduil began to look at him suspiciously, "Why can't you?"

Everything was so natural and without twists and turns, a well-prepared ceremony, gentle and courteous distinguished guests, members of the royal family that everyone expected, and what problems were posed in front of his son who was about to grow up made him hesitant.unless……

"I have no one to invite," Legolas whispered.

Thranduil finally frowned, as if he never expected to get such an answer.He pondered for a while, and said, "You know, if you want, go and take her back..."

"No." Legolas' tone became even more embarrassing.

"I don't understand. Is there anyone in Mirkwood who doesn't like you?" Thranduil said, looking at him.

"Maybe someone likes me, but I don't intend to choose any one of them as my opening dance partner!" Legolas took a deep breath and spoke quickly.

Thranduil said: "But you have to know, as long as you want, you can choose any one of them, noble birth, beautiful face, flawless quality, any one, what do you want?"

How could he be so stupid to use such a development as a topic of father-son conversation? The same worry that became heavier as the days drew closer, but why did he ask his father this question?The unfeeling king of the jungle?

"I don't want any of them!" Legolas felt a little anxious chagrin in his heart.

Thranduil sat down, as he always did, and motioned for Legolas to come over.He changed his tone, a tone unlike his, one that Legolas was rarely fortunate to hear, his tone was calm, and he no longer questioned the other party, he comforted him: "Okay, come here, come and tell me what happened what."

Legolas pursed his lips, his worried blue eyes were filled with mist of confusion, making his face look green and sad, like those legendary marble statues that experienced pain.

"I don't love any of them," he whispered, "or, I don't know who I love, who should I love?"

He pondered and lowered his eyes docilely. After hesitating for a while, he decided to use a completely harmless and innocent tone, carefully touching the lion's claws, his father's perhaps unbearable, dark and unforgettable memory. "Did you fall in love with my mother at my age?"

Thrandil paused, brushing his fingertips unconsciously through Legolas' blond hair, "Yes," he said.

Legolas is nostalgic for such a gentle atmosphere, as if all barriers have been melted by the old days, only his affectionate and gentle father, and his fuzzy, but definitely generous and warm mother.His voice was extremely slow and soft, "What does she look like?"

He really couldn't wait to ask.

what does she look like

——What is love like?