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

9,

The army of the King of the Jungle shuttled mightily among the grass and trees, their movements were brisk and cautious, and their joyous laughter and singing were like fine winds floating among the leaves.

This is the usual hunting time in the dense forest.

Although even hunting, the elves have natural compassion and self-consciousness compared to their greedy human neighbors in terms of the choice and quantity of prey.

The elves in the dense forest are more fun-seeking than the elves in other places. They are more lively, wild, and more interested in pure physical competition.

If any elf shows superb force in the hunt, or captures a rare prey, he will become the focus of attention of all elves, and he is even allowed to enjoy their today's harvest at the same table with the king at the celebratory dinner in the evening.

Ambitious elves are all secretly gearing up for this.

Thranduil even encouraged this. He knew that the dense forest was no longer safe, and the darkness had begun to move around, and its tentacles gradually extended to their green home.The war will break out at any time.Before this uncertain time comes, the elves had better be less lazy and frivolous, and spend time honing their skills.

The jungle must not fall.

Holding their knives, bows and arrows, the elves laughed and started chasing their favorite prey.

Legolas was participating for the first time. He was underage and shouldn't be here.He tensed his back, feeling a little out of breath from the strings of the bow and arrow behind him.Thranduil saw him, and the big horned deer passed by him, but he didn't say anything.

He thought he agreed.

After all he couldn't yell at him in front of a crowd and tell him to go back to the palace.

Relieved, Legolas let his horse back a little more, and his white steed nearly bit Thranduil's elk by the tail.

Palton rode around to the King of the Jungle from the other side, "Hey, little guy, how do you feel?" He patted the little prince on the shoulder hard.

"It's okay! I think I've practiced so many times, and I won't make a mistake this time." Legolas straightened his back.

"Your Highness, relax, your archery practice is very good, no one will despise you after seeing your ability, you deserve everyone's respect."

"Can……"

"Don't stay too far away from us, or His Majesty Thranduil will definitely kill me if something happens." The elf gestured with his hand on his neck.

"Okay, Palton." Legolas let out a breath and nodded.

The captain of the personal guard laughed and raised his bow and galloped away, "Good luck, Your Highness!"

At this time, louder laughter came from not far away.

"For Your Majesty!" An elf raised his prey high, like a fox.This is the jackpot of this hunt, and it will definitely be rewarded.

"Well done, Kuno," Thranduil said. "You are a natural hunter."

Legolas pursed his lips, fingers tightening his grip on his bow.

Thranduil's praise - what he never got was easily taken by others in front of him.

Perhaps for the subjects of the dense forest, His Majesty's approval is an honor, but it is only an honor.But with Legolas, that was different.That was not the same at all.

He decided to hunt something that no one else could hunt, or something that showed more skill, preferably in front of Thranduil, so that he could stand out.He is not for the admiration of the crowd, but for his father's smile.

After all, he is no longer the elf who can only grab his father's clothes and weep weakly and beg for mercy. Like all sons, he wants to make his father proud, but he has paid more than others to achieve this. many.

If Thranduil was king, he would be a prince worthy of the name.

The hunting is still in full swing, and the horses and bows and arrows of the elves are different in the jungle.

Thranduil took care of a few wild boars and rabbits with his own hands, and then stopped doing anything else.He didn't know why he was not interested today.So he called his elk and looked around.

Mirkwood is quiet, and certainly safe.

But there is still a deep feeling, like an evening bell ringing heavily in his heart.

Seeing his Majesty stop, Palton galloped forward and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, isn't today's prey satisfactory to you?"

"No, Palton, I'm proud of the heroics displayed by the elves." Thranduil's eyes didn't stop, and he answered Palton's words as if he was perfunctory.

Palton knew that even though Thranduil was widely rumored to be cold and arrogant, he always treated his people with sincerity and warmth.So he lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "What happened, Your Majesty?"

Before he finished speaking, he was almost thrown in the face by the antlers, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Thranduil's furious back.

"Where is Legolas?!" Thranduil asked loudly.

The King of the Jungle questioned the entire Mirkwood again, "Where is Legolas?!"