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

4.

Thranduil began to regret assigning his most reliable and responsible clerk to be his youngest son's nanny.When the lady returned to her job, she couldn't stop talking about her care object all the time.

"...Elberice, I was terrified at the time, and thought he had fallen from the window..."

"Lodial..." Thranduil rubbed his temple, interrupting the female elf's intriguing narration. "Go and check the batch of gems that were just delivered."

"Isn't Your Majesty not interested?" The clerk held a long list and frowned angrily at his king.

"Nothing interesting." Thranduil waved his hand, dismissing the chattering clerk away.

Who is that kid like?It's not like him anyway.In my memory, there are mostly scenes of sword-tattling with Orofel, father and son refusing to give in to each other, slapping the table and staring, as small as where a tree species should be carried, as big as which direction the elf army should go, never Stop the never-ending disagreements and arguments.

But it is also a father-son relationship.

When some elves were joking, they also said that Thranduil had more human qualities than elves.

How can those lips who only sing ancient poems taste these anger, hatred, and their solidified strength?How can those eyes that only look at the woods and the birds see?How can those hands that only caress flowers and running water touch?

Thranduil firmly believed that Legolas was the latter. Although he was his child, he was not at all like him. He was as gentle as a fawn that had just stood firm. Thranduil didn't need such gentleness.

When Legolas grows up, give him a territory.

His thoughts were fleeting, and then quickly replaced by other irrelevant thoughts.

When the moon climbed slowly from the other side of the Cangshan Mountain, Thranduil's thoughts of drinking alone were interrupted by the door that broke open.Thranduil looked at his usually dignified and elegant clerk expressionlessly, and before he had time to blame her for being so reckless tonight, "His Royal Highness Legolas is gone!" the elf called.

"What did the gate guard say?" Thranduil asked.

"I didn't see His Highness!"

But this possibility cannot be ruled out. As long as the branches reach out, there is no jungle elf that cannot reach, let alone Legolas, who is more like a child of the jungle.

This is not a small crisis, Thranduil thought, the big dense forest is not very peaceful these days, if you encounter the Orcs team, if the group of ugly Orcs can capture the only son of the king of the jungle, the bargaining chip is not small.

He must not give anyone a handle.

"Have you sent someone out to look for it?"

"It's been dispatched! What should I do, the night is already so dark!" Lotial's eyes were red, and the end of his voice was raised fiercely, as if he was about to sob at any moment.

"He is no longer a child who is afraid of the dark."

"But..." Lotial wanted to argue, but Thranduil put a hand on her shoulder and sealed the woman's next words. "Lotial, I know you care about Legolas, calm down, most of the jungle is safe, maybe he will come back by himself soon."

"Your Majesty, you don't know anything at all!" the female elf shouted, "I will go to His Royal Highness Legolas in person until I am sure he is safe!" There was another slamming door, but for the jungle elves , as long as their king doesn't care, what do they care about?

Thranduil sighed, he was driven out of his study by some unknown reason, that was her child, he said to himself in his heart, that was her child after all.

The deepest desire in his heart at this moment is to give him many, many wines, let him pass out, and sweep away all thoughts.

He walked to the center tree and stopped.

The silver moon was in the sky, and there was not a single cloud in the vast sky. Everything on the ground was illuminated brightly, as if the entire land had sunk into shallow water, and the shadows were also shimmering.

Thranduil looked up, and saw the huge beech leaf swaying in the breeze, rustling.

"What are you doing up there?" Thranduil asked.

Legolas sat on the tallest branch, the elf was very light, as if he was also swaying in the wind, so it looked like he was covered with moonlight like a small splinter on this ancient tree. Silver leaves.

"You're worrying Lotial."

Legolas bit his lip, "I'm sorry, ada."

"Come down quickly." Thranduil ordered.

Embarrassment appeared on Legolas' face, but he remained motionless.

"Don't waste my time, Legolas Greenleaf." Thranduil called his full name, which was already a serious warning to him. "Or do you want me to call the guards..."

"No, please don't, please!" cried the elf pitifully.

Thranduil frowned.

Legolas was terrified on the tree. He didn't know how angry his father was now, and he didn't know how he planned to treat him. He looked at Thranduil almost pleadingly.An hour ago he was praying that some familiar elf would find him, now he just prayed that Thranduil never saw him here, never!

"Okay, come on." Thranduil sighed as if compromising, and opened his hands, "You jump down, and I will catch you. No elf will fall to his death, Legolas."