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

Still too late, Thranduil thought.

He could neither protect his people nor prevent Legolas from witnessing this.Tragedy is also part of what you have to accept, and so is death, but unfortunately he can't tell his children this.

Hearing about it and experiencing it personally, the feelings they bring are completely different in terms of degree and composition.

If all wishes come true, how much he wants to pray to Vala to let this time go back, even if it is only a few minutes, so that he will not be helpless like this and watch all the good peace go to destruction.

"It's my fault..." He saw his son's lips trembling suddenly, and murmured.

But the wise Elven King was just silent.His fingers were still stained with his tears.

"I'll take Lotial back..." Thranduil said, "I'll come and talk to Palton."

Legolas froze and froze on the spot.

"She is not only the elf you love, she is loved by all elves." Thranduil said, and he walked over and hugged the female elf's body in his arms like a bright flower.

"You should repent for your reckless actions. You let Mirkwood lose an excellent and loyal citizen." Thranduil stared at him with ice blue eyes, and there was no fear or fear in them, and they were unshakable.

"But it's not your fault." He said lightly.

Legolas stared back at him with wide eyes.

"We are all powerless to control our fate. If you were there, you would be able to save her, and so would I. But all of this is irreversible. Everything she did was based on love, and you have lived up to this love. Don't be so Thinking of your mother, she also loves you, and you have lived up to it, too."

Thranduil's deep voice didn't stop, his voice was firm without a trace of tremor, and the light of the lighthouse shone from it. "Your mother, she loves you, loves you more than you can imagine, loves you more than she loves herself, you deserve such love."

He paused, "Everything is my fault."

"Go back, Legolas." Thranduil turned around, "Everything will be settled."

"No." Legolas shook his head.It was the first time that he was so straightforward, rejecting Thranduil without any thought.

Where can I go back?Back to the battlefield of snow and fire, or back to the dark forest with thousands of fallen leaves?He already knew clearly that no matter where he went back, there would be no place for him anymore.

For a long time, they have faced each other with uncommon frankness, shared sorrow and dependence, but they are already under the wings of death. In this death, they discarded their pride and stubbornness, and became calm and ordinary.

There is a kind of wind that has finally calmed down. All love, hatred, hatred, separation and obsession are not worth mentioning in front of death.Nothing needs to be forgiven, and the mistakes made will not disappear, but during this period they have seen each other's hearts.

They have been going around for hundreds of years, unable to grasp their proper roles, unable to choose their own hearts, they are relatives, monarchs, lovers and enemies. When words can no longer describe this complex and vivid emotion, only time Pushing them to the future or destruction.

But at this moment, they are just a sad and frustrated creature.This grief is shared and inclusive, it integrates everything and explains everything.

No one can define whether it is love, what kind of love it is, even the people closest to them and who understand them best, even themselves, will only keep silent about this feeling.

Then when the storm of fate swept over, the secret and firm bond really connected them together, sharing prosperity and prosperity.Let them become the closest relatives and lovers, relying on each other silently.

"Are you going to find the orc who killed her?" Thranduil asked.

"Yes." Legolas nodded quietly.

"Okay." Thranduil turned the deer's head, he only had a hard back that seemed unshakable in the fine snow, "I'll wait for you."