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

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59.

The news that the dragon is dead, as if at the moment it fell, the eyes of the world were watching the city in the lake in the sea of ​​flames, watching it be destroyed, collapse, fall into the sea of ​​fire, and become ashes.

The death of the dragon is undoubtedly good news, whether it is for the dwarves who are occupied by the city-state, the humans who suffer from it, or the elves who are afraid of it.And what's more, the death of the dragon means that the biggest force has suddenly withdrawn from the stage, and no one side is not feeling uneasy and shaken, ready to move.

Lotial was trotting all the way in the corridor of the jungle palace with her skirt in her hand, Elberice, how long has it been since she did such a thing, but she can't care about anything, she wants to see Thranduil immediately, She couldn't wait for a moment, it seemed that if she was a few steps too late, she would be anxious to death by herself.

At this moment, she has no interest in the life and death of the dragon.

"Lotial!" Someone pulled her past to prevent her from bumping into him in one breath.

When Palton returned from the border, it was time for a shift change, but at this time he was wearing armor, fully armed and holding on to weapons. "What’s wrong with you?"

"You already knew that His Highness the Prince had left Mirkwood, didn't you?" Lodial asked angrily.

Palton rubbed his nose, seeing that he was pretending to be stupid, so he had to admit honestly: "...well..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Just to let you not worry too much." Palton comforted, and was opened by the other party again.

"Where is Your Majesty?"

Palton said seriously, "Your Majesty is probably going to lead the army this time, and I will go too. Don't worry, if you see Legolas, I will definitely bring it back for you."

Palton was one of the best fighters in the dense forest, and Thranduil might not be an ordinary patrol this time, but a war.

Lotial felt chills in her heart, she paused, and then slowly said: "Then you, you have to be more careful."

"Your Majesty!" She pushed open the door in a hurry, but saw the personal guards in the usually deserted room back and forth, the heavy armor made a crisp sound from time to time, and the weapons were piled up on the ground one by one without hesitation. The red light on the blades shows that they are not magnificent decorations in the living room, but weapons that have truly drank blood, fought, and cut off life.

"Leglass he..."

Thranduil didn't look back, he put on the last layer of armor, his tone was so flat as if he was just asking the maid to add a cup of tea, "I know."

Lotial passed through those bulky armors, and managed to squeeze in front of Thranduil. "What are you doing? Are you sending troops?" the female elf asked.

Thranduil turned his head and glanced at her, "Yes, Lothial, I want to take the army out."

Lotial's hanging heart suddenly let go, she thought in her heart, it's good to have an army, Legolas must be found, and brought back safely and unscathed. "That's great……"

"No, you misunderstood." Thranduil glanced at her, "I'm not looking for him."

"You didn't send someone to bring Legolas back?" Lotial asked in surprise.

"He is a child you raised. You should know that no matter how many people I send, if he doesn't want to come back, no one will be able to bring him back." He glanced at her. What's more, he is now an adult elf."

"But..." Lotial argued eagerly.

Regardless of whether he is a child or an adult elf, no matter whether he is immature or majestic, he is a child who grew up at her knees after all.How could she not care?

"Lodial, admit it, there is nothing you and I can do about this matter." Thranduil seemed to sigh faintly amidst the noise, the sigh was so slight that she doubted her own ears.

"Then where are you going?" Lodial was inconceivable to Thranduil's reaction. Where did he come from such calmness and such eternal pride? She persistently asked.

"—Lonely Mountain."

Everything was brought into the king's frozen eyes.