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

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The world is dead at this moment.

Everything opened its eyes.

"Are you crazy?!" Thranduil pushed him away, "Do you know what you said?!" He was swept by a strong anger, not only from Legolas, but also from For himself, this untraceable, dark and evil anger was eating away at his heart.

Of course he knew what he was talking about, he was so like him, he knew him as well as he knew himself.All involuntary suspension is only the prelude to destruction.

Legolas looked up at him, and he looked at him, and finally there was no fear in his eyes, no sadness or joy.His voice seemed to come out only from a weak breath, and every word was devouring his vitality. "Anyway, you never thought of me as your child, did you?"

Where does this anger come from?Where does this sorrow come from?Where does this pity come from?So where does this eternal confrontation come from?

He knew him as well as he knew himself, his darkest side, his coldest and most passionate side.Because of this, he walked into that magnetic field to destroy everything.

"You're taking revenge on me!" Thranduil was furious. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the child whom he had witnessed and buried.He is hysterical, all choices are fallacies, the whole story is wrong, the ending has collapsed at the moment of birth, and it is sending out deafening echoes at this moment.

"How can there be revenge if you don't feel the same way about me?!" Legolas responded sharply, raising his voice.

Of course he is taking revenge on him. His strongest, most powerful and vicious weapon is the deepest, sweetest and most unforgettable love.

No matter who is in front of it, it will be shattered and full of flaws.

"Shut up!" Thranduil interrupted him angrily.All his words lost their sharpness at this moment, he was just powerlessly resisting what he heard and what was aroused.

Legolas was still, he looked at him knowingly and smiled, but only took one last look at him before turning away.

It doesn't make sense anymore.

The back of his departure said so.

The empty underground palace looks like a burnt lair, only the skeleton remains.

Everything is being eroded and destroyed silently, and no one can stop it.

He heard thunder, heard the sound of wind and rain breaking the forest, the banquet was probably over, but there was still no one here.The sound of the rain cannot be touched, the sound of the rain is everywhere.

But he would never knock on Thranduil's door because he was afraid of thunder.

It was the disappointment that ran over the wound over and over again.

How did Thranduil feel when he said, "No matter how much you like it, it doesn't belong to you"?

Moisture from the rain was blown onto his face.He just felt a sense of powerlessness hit him deeply, as if everything was meaningless.

He caught the scattered rain with his hand, and it fell into his palm and melted into red, and his palm scratched by the debris was unconscious.

"Nana, is my birth meaningless?" he asked silently into the void.

But no one will answer him.

As soon as that thought flashed, it took root in my heart, and all sins were controlled by a sudden thought.

Only a boundless sense of loss overwhelmed him, reaching a climax.

Destroy it.

A voice suddenly sounded, destroy, destroy, leave, and enter a world without pain.

As if wrapped in wind and rain, he sat down in the corner of the corridor.

Legolas felt a dull pain in his heart, and a light disappeared from his heart, blowing out like a candle in the wind.His fingers fell, and the quiet, death-like breath enveloped him, that warm, stable breath, trying to take him away.

Is this what a broken heart feels like?

What would Thranduil think?

He opened his eyes suddenly.

But he decided to live on, not to be heartbroken, not to be disappointed, not to chase after things that are not available.His mother didn't give birth to him to let him suffer these hardships.He decided to live on, even if he tasted the bitterest loss and the darkest despair.

He thought of the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the forest, the starlight in the night sky, the flapping wings of a group of butterflies, and the smile on his lips.

He wouldn't die with a broken heart, he wouldn't die so weak.

He won't lose like this.