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

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"Thranduil, I'm going to jump, you have to catch me!"

The tall tall trees, the gentle wind, and the singing in the distance, singing her skirt, her sleeves, her dance.

"No elf will fall to his death." Saying so, Thranduil stretched out his hand.

This conversation did not come from any of the elves present at this moment.

A door of memory suddenly opened to Thranduil, and these fragments of the old time were like the feathers of birds, blown by the wind of thoughts, passing his eyes for a short time like a white horse passing through the gap, and then only There is no back to look back.

Thranduil was stunned for a moment, he finally remembered that he was still standing under the central tree, nothing happened, only the breeze blowing.He came back to his senses, still silently commanding his young son with his eyes.

Obviously Legolas was stunned, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Thranduil with an almost flattered expression.His fingers dug firmly into the soft branches.

He didn't like Legolas's gaze, which seemed to have been greatly favored by God, which made him feel very uncomfortable, as if the tree of heart had grown a very sour and hard walnut.But Legolas always met his gaze like this, followed his gaze, showing the expression of a baby bird.

Facing such gazes, Thranduil frowned.

He will catch the falling pixies.

However, Legolas paused at this moment, "No." He shook his head lightly and refused in a low voice. "No, ada, I'll go down, I'll go down by myself." He said tremblingly.Maybe it's because of fear, maybe it's just because of the cold.

If you can really go down, you won't be able to stay here without feeling the heat of the sun. There is a lot of turmoil in the dense forest, Thranduil thought silently.He stood still and didn't move.

Little by little, Legolas moved towards the thickest tree trunk. His hands were firmly stuck on the hard skin of the giant tree, and one leg was hanging in the air, but he couldn't reach the next point of strength.

Legolas looked at the sky lit by the great moon, and felt that it had bent like a lid over his head, about to cover him, and the stars swirled around him.His breathing was extremely clear in his ears, and the palms of his hands were gradually sweating. He even felt the despair of falling from his hands.

never...

He closed his eyes for a moment, and the dizziness finally eased a little.

Thranduil was still standing where he was, and at this moment he said slowly: "A little bit to the left, Legolas."

Legolas took a quick step to the left, and he was delighted to find that, yes, he had stepped on it, a twig.But Thranduil's guidance also made him ashamed.

But at least Thranduil was still watching him from below instead of turning around and walking away.Legolas gritted his teeth, and continued to slither off the ridiculously tall beech bit by bit like a snail.

After an unknown amount of time, the moon moved slowly, and he jumped from the lower part of the tree to the ground. His hands and clothes were covered with black marks, his palms were red, and his forehead was covered with sweat.Only the pupils are bright.

Thranduil glanced at him, turned around and said, "Let's go."

He couldn't understand Legolas a little bit, what was going on in this kid's mind?He clearly should be angry, but the other party had the expression of being reprimanded. He didn't understand what made Legolas feel ashamed and sad as if he had been reprimanded.

Nor did he understand why Legolas had suddenly rejected him.

But he just walked.

If Thranduil would have spent a few more seconds thinking about it and thought about it carefully, he would definitely understand.

——All because he is his son.

He didn't want to be seen by the guards, so could it be that he was willing to let his father see him in such a state of embarrassment?

——He has always hoped that he can be a son who can make his father proud, instead of begging his father for support in the end.

Legolas had the same blood flowing in his body, and the same pride and self-sufficiency lurking in his body.

Thranduil didn't understand, not yet.

The road ahead is still long, with many thorns and hesitation.But it will arrive.

But at this moment, they just watched the waves of trees blowing from afar, the shimmering light in the forest, the silent moon and the brilliant river.

Not far away, the windows of the Jungle Palace are lit up with tens of thousands of lights, like scattered sparks, a prosperous age of lights.

Legolas ran behind him in a few steps, gently grabbed his long clothes, and the father and son walked deep into the dense forest.

Of course Thranduil didn't know that the elf's tears were streaming down the road.