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Lucinda never expected that when she saw Thranduil again, he would be brought in lying down.

"This is……"

"Miss Lucinda, rest assured, Your Highness is fine."

The speaking elf is the patrol captain of Yuantalin in the southeast of Ellen's territory.

"Your Highness dealt with a group of half-orcs last night, and then used spiritual power to heal the disturbed forest. It's just excessive physical exertion. I'm afraid I'll wake up in a moment."

The patrol captain still remembers the horror in his heart.

Those words that seemed to be the calm wind everywhere in the forest but permeated with the coldness of the arctic ice swirled in his mind in a low voice.Sweat broke out on the forehead of the captain who had killed more than a dozen orcs by himself.

Never expected that His Highness, who has traveled to Middle-earth and even Outer-earth for nearly a hundred years, would know his name.On the one hand, there is an inexplicable joy, but on the other hand, there is a deeper fear and heavy sense of self-blame.

The elf knelt down: "Please forgive me, Your Highness."

It was obvious that His Royal Highness had just killed a lonely and independent Highness, so he didn't criticize anything.He put away the silver sword, stepped over the half-orc's corpse, and looked at the withered forest silently, without saying a word for a long time.

Looking up in awe, the elf Ferrando and the guards behind him saw a scene that could never be forgotten.

The faint cold light of the stars leaked through the sparse branches and leaves, and the pure blond hair from ancient noble blood raised a small arc in the calm wind, and together with the flowing stardust, it bloomed with a light and soft luster.On the perfect face created by Fan La, the deep and icy blue eyes are the cold ice lake after the first thaw of winter snow, quietly looking straight into the depths of the forest.In that icy lake is the abyss, the raging fire, the pity that all living beings yearn for, and the anger that is enough to burn the entire continent.

He stretched his arms slightly, opened his lips and chanted, and the silver robe on his long body began to emit a light halo, which was not starlight, but it was warmer and more lasting than starlight.Not just the robe, but his face, his fingers, his eyes, and every inch of bare skin.The continuous halo seemed to flow into the most painful depths of the forest with the strength of his life.

He tilted his head slightly, his extremely beautiful face softened and softened, and his coldness was no longer there, with a sacred and sad expression.His eyes slid over the bodies of the elf warriors, lingering on every inch of the bones of the green forest, his fingers slid across the real void, across the blood of killing, and gently brushed the old and dried bark, dead branches, like Treating my lover...

As far as he could see, the trembling of the forest began to stop uncontrollably.Wherever his fingers touched, the dead trees began to revive under the starlight, and a rare gentle smile finally appeared on his face.Orc's body gradually disappeared.The whole forest was surrounded by his brilliance, and even the wind became gentle, surrounding him, comforting him, and thanking him.

There are waves in the forest, which are the curtseys of the wind.The vines spread gently, and the trees grew quietly. The life in the forest in this area, like elf warriors who were exhausted after a day of patrolling, became more vivid than ever.

And the price for all this is that the captain, who was completely immersed in that kind of light, woke up after the light disappeared, and saw the tall and slender figure leaning against the nearest tree without any warning, and the singing stopped, and the sharpness was exhausted. , the slender eyelashes drooped quietly, almost giving the illusion that he was about to fall into an eternal sleep.

Fernando's heart tightened, and when he and the soldiers rushed forward to help, the elf prince opened his eyes, and said in a low and indifferent "I just need to sleep for a while," abruptly interrupting their panic.

Lucinda watched carefully the blond prince who was still sleeping.The slightly pale face and the tiredness between the eyebrows and eyes confirmed that what the captain said was true.

Some indescribable feelings welled up in my heart.If her archery skills could reach the level of shooting orcs, wouldn't he need to drive her back, would she be able to help him?

Excessive physical exertion is nothing to an elf like Thranduil.It's just that the pale face and slightly haggard perfect face still caused panic in the center of Ellen's territory.

With the king and lord absent, Lucinda, the Daughter of the Forest, will naturally take charge of the overall situation.The news that His Royal Highness Prince Regent, who came for the first time, wiped out the orcs in the southeast and saved the forest with spiritual power has spread. Countless elves have come to Lord Ellen's residence to express their gratitude to His Highness in person.

Lucinda changed from one head to two big ones. On the one hand, she sent the best doctor to guard Thranduil's bedside. Rejected most of the same clan who want to sincerely thank the prince and try to witness the true face of the legendary beauty.Of course, the gifts were all accepted without hesitation.

Therefore, when Thranduil just woke up, the eardrums ached from the exclamation of a brown-haired elf who looked like a doctor beside the bed.

"Ah! My benevolent Highness~~~ Thank you Alberez, you finally woke up!"

The thick and long eyelashes fluttered slowly, and a line of ice blue that was extremely pure and cold gradually emerged, and then expanded into two seductive seas of tranquility. From confusion, sleepiness, to calmness, it only took a moment to go deep.Thranduy gave a noncommittal "Hmm".Looking around at the room that was obviously not his own room: "Where is this?"

"Your Highness, this is Miss Lucinda's room."

A large piece of sunlight pours into the large and clean hollowed-out windows, and there is a fresh and light mint smell in the air.The room is clean and tidy, with simple furnishings.One bed, one table, one table, one chair.On the large sandalwood table, a pot of starlight radish green leaves, which the wood elves like, stretches out and has a light fragrance.A Yuanta bow and quiver hung on the wall.Next to it is a prominent portrait.

Thranduil walked over to look at the figure in the painting.It was a very good-looking male elf, with the red hair of the Ellen family logo. The elf was in a bow and arrow posture, and his gentle and handsome face had a pair of deep and black eyes like the night sky, but it was full of warmth. smile.Obviously not really shooting arrows.

"That's my brother, Brian." A calm and windy voice sounded behind him.

Lucinda came in with some cakes and milk.Judging by her attire, she seems to have just finished archery practice.

There is obviously no extra chair in the room with one more person.The doctor bowed to Lucinda, and went out to order the kitchen to make some soup.

"Your Highness, please."

"Milk is what children drink. Give me Dovein." Thranduil glanced at the food on the dinner plate.

Sighing resignedly, Lucinda, who had been prepared for a long time, took out a small bottle of red wine from behind.

"Here. Don't dare to take too much, and finish the food after drinking, otherwise Issus will have to chatter for a long time." Lucinda looked back with lingering fear.

Thranduil took a sip, let out a long breath of satisfaction, stared at the elf on the wall, and looked sideways at Lucinda.

"Brian, hero of the Great Greenwood, I know."

Brian, her only brother Brian.

The red-haired elf's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked away: "He was... torn to pieces by those beasts..."

There was a turmoil in the southeast Allen garrison. Brian, the general's son, took the lead and wiped out hundreds of Orcs. In the end, he was trapped in a tight siege because he went too deep into the enemy's territory. women and children.

At that time, the prince who helped his father establish the Great Green Forest Kingdom was just getting rid of the busyness of thousands of years, riding his big horned deer all over the outer land of Central Continent alone.

"He doesn't look like General Allen."

"Well, his appearance is more like Nana, and his temperament is as gentle and humble as Nana. When I was a child, when naughty ada wanted to hit me, it was my brother who stood in front of me. He was the first to think of me if there was something delicious and fun... ..."

"Really?" Thranduy smiled noncommittally, "The former number one general in the southeast...is really unimaginable."

"Actually, if he wasn't in front of us, he would be more like Ada." Lucinda smiled wryly. "I've seen him on the battlefield. He was cold and serious, commanding with determination. He was a different person. The only time I saw him When he draws his bow, he can kill five orcs with a single shot, and he doesn't care if the disgusting blood splashes on his clothes and even on his face at close range."

"But..." She took a deep breath, as if she was talking to him, or just talking to herself, "Later, I thought, how could I not care? He is a nobleman, but he is also an elf warrior. He is just willing to stand It was just to block the blood stains in front of us. But at that time, I would only wait for my brother to come back from the front and then play with me on the swing... Why did I not inherit his bravery and talent when I resembled my father? Why was it my brother? Why did I At that time, can I practice archery a little more diligently instead of being lazy? Otherwise, I should be able to help my brother by his side, right? Perhaps, then Orcs will not pose a threat to me at all, and perhaps he will not die……"

The soft and low voice floated in the air, and the warm golden light coated the beautiful and distinct outline of the red-haired elf with a light gold edge, outlining the helpless and helpless silhouette, clearly reflecting the deep sadness and regret in the green eyes .

Thranduil looked at her, eyes as deep as the sea without any emotion.

"Lucinda, are you happy?"

Lucinda looked into the blue eyes with wide, bewildered eyes.

"Elves are a race that pursues happiness and avoids pain, so that eternal life is worth continuing. If pain persists too deeply, it will become a wound that will never heal the soul. For elves, this is a terrible thing."

Lucinda stared blankly at his parted lips, and the tiredness between his brows: "Do you want me to forget them, Your Highness? They are real, and they will not evaporate like snow in winter and evaporate in spring. In the sun, those things carved into the bone marrow are as permanent as the greatest joy, how do you let me forget?"

The words of interrogation ran through his mind, churning out the memories that had been deposited in the bottom of his heart for thousands of years, causing small and peaceful ripples.

Thranduy stared closely at those eyes, which were green, clear, stubborn, and persistent, as if a little steam was steaming out. He stretched out his hands to cover those eyes, feeling a little moisture in his palms.

"Time, Lucinda, you forget that we have the greatest weapon, time. Pain and regret are things our loved ones can't bear to carry with us in this life, so try to be happy, to enjoy without a care, And don't feel guilty about it, because they are not the same as forgetting."

"You have to accept these regrets and pains calmly, because whether you want revenge or redemption, after these are achieved, you have to be happier than before. That is the comfort to give your life for this forest. Warrior's things." He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

The slender fingers covered the big beautiful and elegant hand with well-defined knuckles, and she moved it away, and her green eyes that seemed to have been washed firmly looked back at the pair of ice-blue eyes: "Will you help me, Your Highness."

He pursed his lips lightly, looked at the blue-eyed elf, and nodded.