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

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He watched him walk forward, like a lamp melting into a flame, like a snowflake melting into an ice field, Thranduil clearly knew that some things would never return.

No matter who he chooses or what he chooses.

No one noticed the unknown displeasure on the Elven King's face.

"May I ask you to do a dance?" Legolas walked up to a female elf, bowed deeply, and stretched out his hand.

Lotial was startled, her eyes wandered for a while, and she held Legolas' hand with a smile on her lips.

The music sounded just in their step, first the harp, then the fife joined in the playing, blowing out the main theme of the song, and then there was the tinkling of bells, like green branches slowly spreading and growing in the spring field.That was the song Thranduil had chosen for him.

Legolas felt that it seemed to be different. It was performed in front of everyone, and it fell on the dimly lit banquet, becoming solemn, pure and elegant.

But that night, the melody hummed from Thranduil's lips seemed to be a romantic love poem, a love poem that let go, the rhythm and melody were careless, but deeply affectionate.

"Are you nervous?" Lothial interrupted his thoughts.

In the middle of the banquet, where the silver moonlight streamed down, more and more people were joining in the song.The girls gradually woke up from the expected disappointment and slid onto the dance floor. It is certainly an extremely wonderful thing to be the prince's lover, but of course the beauty of this beautiful day cannot be let down.

Legolas smiled at her. "I'm ashamed and upset about taking someone else's partner."

Lothial snorted, "I'm also guilty of breaking the dreams of many girls." She was surprised to realize that she was no different from those mothers who urged their children to find the person they like, so she stopped talking.

This child was no longer the little elf who buried his cheek in her skirt and wept over nightmares and loneliness. He was not afraid of nightmares or loneliness. He became handsome, tall and radiant.He began to use his power to tear open the cocoon of nightmare.

Legolas looked at her, his blue eyes full of sincerity, "Thank you, Lotial."

Lotial shook her head, "I wish I could give you everything." She said with a little regret.

"You have given me everything," Legolas interrupted, "you are like my mother to me."

"She'll give you more!" said Lothial, "and you'd be happier with her..."

"I don't have much misfortune now." Legolas smiled to comfort the elf's sudden sadness.

He pondered for a long time, "...what kind of elf is she?"

Lotial obviously didn't react to what he said, "Who?"

"My mother, what kind of elf is she?"

Lotial looked up at him, Legolas's face was filled with confusion and longing that she could not understand, and she intuitively saw that he seemed to be tightly entwined with a kind of pain, and the origin of this pain might be his secretiveness. mother.

She smiled and looked away, "You can ask His Majesty."

Legolas looked at her, speechless.

She had fooled him so cunningly.She clearly knew that Thranduil would not be able to reveal the secret with his own hands, but she was terrified in front of Legolas' question, and it was the first time she had let Legolas down against her will.She knew that she was of course not a great man, but just an ordinary, weak elf who would be eclipsed in the face of death.She felt that she was no longer up to the role of being a guide in front of Legolas.

On his way, she has long since exited powerlessly.

Legolas was silent. He saw Lotial's expression darken instantly, and he seemed to be embarrassing her.So he looked at her with concern, "did I ask something that made you sad?"

"Let's not talk about this, shall we?" Lotial looked up at him, trying to hide the turmoil in her eyes.

"I am an adult elf, Lotial." Legola stared at her frankly, "You don't protect me, but I protect you."

"It's my pregnancy day, and what's wrong with me wondering who my mother really is?" he heard himself say, fretting.Lothial's frantic dance steps may or may not have stepped on him, but he doesn't care.

He was cast under a spell called curiosity, and perhaps the brimstone and fire were also roasting subtle and obscure jealousy.He must know the answer, he must know the answer.

"Lodial, it's just for me, can't you?" For this reason, he did not hesitate to press on the female elf who raised him.

At that moment, the music seemed deafening, and the dense notes symbolized the civilized river, rushing across the plain.

Those pale lips trembled and slowly opened, "Your Highness, please remember that I will always protect you."