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

7,

Not long ago, the busy female clerk stopped her little prince on the way to the restaurant, "Esperes... she let out a small exclamation, caught him and dragged him back to the room." You just like that Treating your hair? "

"It's only the first few days I've learned!" Legolas argued.

Lotial pressed him in front of the mirror, "Look at your hair, the little birds will love it."

Legolas stuck out his tongue secretly.

The woman gently untied the tangled blonde hair, smoothed them out with a comb, and dexterously ran her fingers through the hair. "Didn't Palton teach you this?"

Legolas shook his head, "He probably thought I understood."

The female elf curled her lips in dissatisfaction. Really, after she is gone, will no one be able to pay more attention to the needs of their prince?Doesn't that Palton know how to look at his student's appearance?What a waste of silky hair.

"Okay." The female elf stopped, looked at the golden sapling in front of her, and the braids that neatly hung down to her shoulders, and she gave him a blessing kiss on the forehead. "That's it for today, and I'll teach you how to braid your hair tonight."

"Thank you," said Legolas, "but from whom did elves learn to braid their hair?"

Palton and the others don't have any court ladies with them.

Lotial pushed him out of the door, "I probably learned it by myself." She smiled reluctantly, "It's getting late, it's time to have your breakfast, Your Highness."

Since Legolas started learning bow and arrow, Lotial sent someone to set up hooks on the wall of the dining room so that his bow and arrow could be properly placed.Legolas was carefully hanging up the precious bow and arrows he carried with him.

At this time Thranduil came in through the gate, he came early unexpectedly, and the kitchen became a mess.

Everyone knows that there was a grand banquet last night, so the next day, except for major events, their king would not start enjoying his wine and breakfast until the sun gradually burned from pale white to golden.He was so addicted to alcohol that he was inseparable from his glass forever.But his son has no such need. He always gets up early, because he has to practice archery, and the kitchen will cook his share first, so that the little prince can eat enough to go to class.

Yet the kitchen is not ready to serve the best wine.

"Good morning, ada." Legolas hung his bow and ran to his permanent seat and sat down.He looked a little surprised and a little wary.

Ah Elbelace, he sighed silently in his heart, thank you for allowing me to be bumped into by Lotial this morning.

"Good morning." As usual, Thranduil passed his seat without turning his eyes. However, at this moment, his breakfast was not served in time, and his female clerk was still on the way.

Legolas' hands were still on his lap.

"What happened?" The father and son sat in silence for a quarter of an hour before Thranduil spoke.

"I'm very sorry! Please wait another quarter of an hour!" The unseemly habits of the Jungle Court were on full display, and of course they could keep their king waiting.

Legolas knew it was because Lothial had braided his hair earlier and was wasting time.

His head drooped. "Do you want to..."

"No, thank you, Legolas." Thranduil interrupted him.He didn't seem to have the slightest desire to talk to his son.

Thranduil looked around the empty hall.The lights and shadows are scattered, the patterns on the walls are still familiar to him, the patterns of the tablecloths will not change once in 1000 years, and even the cool breeze blowing in from the half-open window is the same as before.

But he still felt a strange feeling.

This strange feeling comes from his son.

He frowned and looked at his youngest son. To be honest, he hadn't looked at him seriously for a long time.This time it was thanks to the kitchen snub and his impatience to wait.

"Legolas," he said.

"Yes, ada." Legolas looked up and replied.

Thranduil spoke very slowly, as if he was choosing his words carefully, and seemed to be enduring some heavy pressure, "Who taught you how to braid your hair?"

Legolas paused, but then lowered his eyes again. "No one." He was ashamed of the lie, but more afraid of Lotiard's punishment for it.

Thranduil seemed to remember suddenly, "Is that Lothial?" Legolas wanted to deny it aloud, but Thranduil had already signaled him to shut up.

"Of course Lotial, is there anyone else besides her?" He seemed to be talking to himself.