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

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Legolas pursed his lips amidst the thunder, he bent down deeply, and said, "Your Majesty, as you wish."

Thranduil was furious, and the gust of wind from the hem of his robe was like a raging fire.The eyes he looked at him were oppressive and intense, and also full of confusion that he didn't realize himself.He seemed to be burned by Legolas' calmness and took a few steps back.

"Do you think that only your fate is fooled, abandoned and tortured? If you have any kindness, you should know that it is time for you to let me go."

It took him 50 years to look back, to exile himself as he wanted, to seal everything that was unbearable into ice and snow into flames, and to use these to deal with his own son.

"Shut up!" Thranduil yelled.He felt humiliated and offended, "I am your father!"

"You and I know that," Legolas said.

"Who taught you such courage?!"

"Can I only live in your shadow all my life? Do I have no feelings of my own? It's just a nightmare left by Yada Wenduo? You are so selfish." His son gave the trial word by word.

"All you do is rely on - I loved you," Legolas said, a vain smile still on his lips.

All the reasons he thought were not reasons.The tangled roots of this towering tree of secrets are not nourished by sorrow, nor anger, nor even hatred.

—but Legolas loved him.

Of course he knew Legolas loved him.Children are so easy to understand, they don't know how to hide, and they don't know how to duplicity, if they like, every look of their eyes will show unreserved attachment.

Who else could he love but him?

Because of this, he is confident and confident.All emotions have found a release point, and there must be someone who swallows all grievances without complaint or regret.

He didn't expect that Legolas would want to leave him one day, leaving him in a real sense, as if witnessing the collapse of a truth that he thought was eternal.

"I used to think that I was wrong because I was not good enough, not good enough, not obedient enough, and even wondered if it was because my mother was not noble enough. Now I understand, the sad thing is you."

"Please stay alone in the dark."

He turned and left, sealing the empty and cold hall on his way.

When the palace gate slowly closed behind him, Legolas stood there without a sound, as still as a sculpture, then stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkled neckline, and continued to move forward silently.He even smiled slightly at the guards waiting outside the hall to take orders.

Legolas was named the king's bodyguard, and the happiest elf was actually Tauriel. She knew that the candidates for the bodyguard were appointed by the chief, and among the elf warriors, there was no one who didn't want to show their skills in it.Later, she was appointed to join the pro-guard, which is great news.She also brought a thank-you gift—a polished one, which was tempered by the best dwarf craftsman for 65 days in flames. Good stuff found.

"I think you must be missing this in your arsenal."

"Yes, thank you, Tauriel, what a fine dagger." Legolas took it and inspected it carefully.

"Yes, look at this blade, I bet, it can't lose compared with the elf dagger." Tauriel introduced enthusiastically, "The dwarf's craftsmanship is not bad, why don't we trade weapons with them? ?”

"Your Majesty hates dwarves," said Legolas quietly.

"Your Majesty is always right, even though he said so." Tao Ruier nodded, "Speaking of which, have you met Your Majesty, after our report was handed in last month?"

"No, that's a matter for the command tower, and it will not be submitted directly to the king."

"Even if the captain is his own son?"

"Tauriel, I was a warrior before I was a prince," said Legolas.

"Okay, Captain," Tauriel said.Her attention returned to the exceptionally sharp dagger, "Their craftsmanship is really rough and powerful. I don't really hate dwarves." The elf girl muttered.