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

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In that distant spring, she was just a panicked young girl who unfolded a broken cloak in the bloody palm of the Elf King, and that weak life fell into her arms.

Her king stood in a pool of blood, like a withered tall tree, leaving only an old standing shell, but there was nothing inside.

It was a child born from blood, who cried and didn't know the world.But her hand had touched his dead mother's hand just now, and she had been entrusted with such a heavy trust, how dare she let go of his hand just because of sadness.

"Lotial..." After a long time, the quiet Wang finally called out to her, "Take him back."

The "he" refers to the unnamed baby in her arms. He has just been born and just uttered his first cry, but his father is too disheartened to have the courage to look at him.

Lotial stepped forward, "Your Majesty, his name..."

At this time, the spring is cold and cold, and the dark and dense forest in the distance is the time when the spring is bright and everything is sprouting.

Thranduil sighed softly and said, "His name is Legolas."

However, this winter is really too long.The snow will never stop, nor will the wind, as if spring will never come.But spring will definitely come, no matter how long the dormancy is, no matter how hard the ice and snow are, how ruthless the sun and moon are, spring will come to the earth again one day.

But not everyone can wait until bathed in the spring breeze.

She lay there, snow and ice flooding her face, her long, curly hair like a flower that was about to bloom.And under her body was blood so red that it was black, as if the flower had faded before it bloomed, and now it has turned into a fallen flower.Those eyes have not been closed yet, the fear in the eyes has been taken away by death, and what is left is empty regret.

Like a figure that will never be seen, words that will never be heard.

She still failed to keep him in the end, but she finally waited for him.She has watched Legolas for many years, ever since he was a crying baby in Thranduil's hand, ever since he opened those blue eyes and looked innocently at the world, she has been by his side .She was not his biological mother, but raised him by herself.

What is she? She is a body that still has warmth but no soul. Her soft hands have touched him thousands of times and comforted him for countless sleepless nights. Her body is always fragrant. , rather than the dirty and pungent smell of blood.

She is……

She is……

Legolas felt a flame burning in his stomach, burning his limbs and bones along his throat and eye sockets.His hands trembled so much that he could barely hold the bow, nor could he take a single step, as if thousands of spikes had sprung from the soles of his feet and nailed him there.He widened his eyes desperately, witnessing all this with those eyes, he seemed to scream, but also seemed to be dumb at all.

As a soldier, he has seen a lot of blood, both from the enemy and from himself.But there was no side that would make him dizzy and nauseous like this moment.

He wanted to reach out to cover his mouth, to block his crying or choke, but found that he couldn't even raise his hand.He is like a frozen sculpture, with those confused eyes, to see, to have to see, to never be able to close.

He squatted down trembling, trying to hold her soft and weak hand, but he couldn't hold it no matter what. He picked up her fallen hand again and again, feeling like he was holding a handful of snow in his palm.

This seemed to be the punishment he deserved.

He opened his eyes wide, trying not to shed a tear. He looked so hard, for fear that a tear would blur his vision. He wanted to imprint that scene firmly in his memory, in his blood, in his bone marrow. In the middle, with black hatred, condensed into every night, every blink of an eye.

He dared not walk, cry, or move.It was as if the world had weathered into a pale, brittle sculpture with Lotial gone.

He deeply tasted the taste of loss, which was the endless bitterness pressed against the bottom of his throat.And this sorrow never ceases, lives forever.

He stood under the dense dark clouds, the snow never stopped, and he stood there all the time.I thought about the taste of loss and death in my heart, and thought about revenge until my eyes were burning red and my heart was burning through.

Until a pair of hands slowly stretched out from behind him, covering his eyes, those fingers were gentle and warm, but firmly blocked his sight.

"Don't look, listen to me..." Thranduil said softly, "Leglass, don't look."

The Elf King, who has lived through the long years, felt the unspeakable bitterness pouring out from his fingers continuously.

"adar..."