end of time

Before he could speak, Lucinda led him and ran down the hill.

"Hurry up, it will be troublesome if it gets dark."

Her speed was really good, Thranduy was dragged by her and flew all the way, occasionally dense branches caught the skirt of his clothes, or grazed his cheeks, causing slight pain.

The wind and rain were blowing towards his face, and the blond hair sticking to his face felt a little uncomfortable, so he said slowly: "I said, how long are you going to run?"

"Huh?" Lucinda in front didn't hear clearly.

"Don't you forget that it took us a whole day to get here? Or do you think that guy Thanos will suddenly rush over to pick us up?"

"Ah! I forgot." Lucinda stopped and turned her head blankly. Her eyelashes were covered with dense drops of water, and her fiery red hair was drenched tightly against her beautiful cheeks. Looks like a messed up kitten.

"What should I do?"

He couldn't help laughing, and led her to turn around and walk to the opposite place.

"If I remember correctly, there is a cave over there, let's go there to avoid the rain for a while."

"Why don't I know?" Lucinda fluttered a pair of green eyes, very puzzled.

"I have already said, here, I know you better than you."

Although a little aggrieved, Lucinda had to admit that he really knew this place better than she did.

The cave was easily found, the dust was swept away, and the fire was already lit when Lucinda marveled that he could do these things so smoothly as a prince.

The cave became dry and warm.

With the help of bright light, she discovered the small scratches on the side of his right cheek.

"Ah, are you bleeding?" Her beautiful brows were slightly frowned, feeling a little guilty.

He looked down at her, was silent for a moment, frowned and said seriously: "Yes."

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"I'm so sorry. It's actually on your birthday..." She took a closer look at the wound, and was a little puzzled. The wound was bleeding, but it was far worse than the wound on his arm on the battlefield that day. "However, it seems It's not that serious."

"That branch has poison." His Royal Highness sat down and said calmly.

Lucinda was taken aback.

"Before it's dark, go find some seven-color grass and Duozhi near here." He added some dead branches in the hole to the fire.

"..."

"You don't know it, do you?"

"Of course I recognize it." Lucinda nodded and turned to the outside of the cave, a little hesitant. These two plants have the effect of detoxification?Why doesn't she know?

According to what he said, these two familiar plants were found.Returning to the cave, Thranduil was gone.

A cross-bar was erected over the fire, on which were his clothes.

Lucinda froze for a moment, a long black shadow hit the ground, she smelled a faint smell of blood, she turned her head hastily, and was stunned.

It was completely dark outside the cave, but the firelight inside the cave clearly reflected the drenched appearance of the blond elf at the entrance of the cave.

The slender and strong legs wrapped in tight black trousers walked in with gentle steps.On the dark belt inlaid with white crystals, every tight line seems to contain a strong explosive force, the bare and strong chest seems to be somewhat wheat-colored against the firelight, and the lines are graceful and tough. The blond hair on the broad shoulders is scattered and hangs straight down, exuding a different kind of lazy and charming atmosphere. The hair ends are attached to the tight waist, and the water slowly seeps down drop by drop, sinking into the depths of the skin in an instant...

With a calm expression, he slowly raised his perfectly lined arms, opened his beautiful and seductive lips slightly, and said something casually.

Lucinda didn't hear anything, subconsciously walked over to take the rabbit and pheasant in his hand like sleepwalking, took a look, and walked back.

It was rare for her to be so obedient, Thranduy tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were full of puzzlement, and he always felt that there was something wrong with her.

Compared to him, Lucinda, whose resistance to beauty has risen several levels in the past few days, took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, picked up the thing in her hand, and then spoke with difficulty: "Rabbit...rabbit?"

"You can't do it?" Thranduy leaned against the cave wall with his arms folded, looked at her wet hair, and hooked his fingers together: "Come here."

Lucinda walked over slowly, with a hood covering her head, and her red hair was instantly messed up by him.

He picked up the clothes that had dried on the fire, and threw them into her arms again.

"Go and change out of your wet clothes, beware of catching a cold."

Lucinda struggled to lift her head from under the claws, with her messy red hair on her head, she stuttered and asked, "We... we... elves can catch a cold too? Why didn't I know?"

"Have you been exposed to rain or cold?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No...no...except this time!"

"Then of course you don't know."

He turned his back to the hole and sat down by the fire, skillfully cleaned up the dead rabbit, put it on a wooden pole and put it on the fire.

Really, looking at her posture, you can tell that it won't happen. How can it be said that the dead rabbit is holding one ear.

When he changed his clothes and turned around, the rabbit in Thranduil's hand was already roasted to the brim.

Looking at the naked and fit back under the firelight, Lucinda blushed a little.

His robe was too long, and the elegant skirt hung down to the ground. She stumbled over and saw the golden roasted rabbit meat on the shelf at a glance.

She sat down by the fire, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt hungry.

"smell good……"

"There is no seasoning, what is there to be fragrant?"

Thranduil crushed the seven-color grass and Duozhi she had found and sprinkled them evenly on the barbecue, and a more alluring rich fragrance burst out immediately.

And Lucinda looked at his methodical movements, and her expression became a little weird.

"Aren't these herbs used for detoxification?"

Thranduil glanced at her: "Did I mention that they are used to detoxify?"

Lucinda was stunned for a moment, then approached the blond elf suspiciously, the small wound on his face had healed completely, not even a scar.

She suddenly became angry: "Hey, you are not poisoned at all! It made me worry for so long."

"I hit it, but you can't see it." He didn't change his expression and his heart didn't beat.

"You obviously..."

Lucinda was about to say something angrily, but a piece of golden-yellow rabbit leg was directly handed to her.

"Eat." His Royal Highness, the old god, only had two words.

Looking at the perfect face under the blond hair and the excellent figure, and the golden rabbit leg held by the graceful and slender fingers, Lucinda couldn't resist it. The double temptation of beauty and food, I shut my mouth obediently, took it over and ate it slowly.

I didn't calm down, I didn't calm down, she told herself in her heart, but it was really rare to be able to eat the meat roasted by His Royal Highness.But he was too much...I didn't calm down...

The fragrance of the seven-color grass and Duozhi penetrated into the barbecue, and the indescribably wonderful taste drove the whispers in Lucinda's heart to nine days away.

Thranduil took out a very delicate dagger from nowhere, sliced ​​the rabbit breast neatly, and added seven-color grass powder at the same time.That action is skilled and pleasing to the eye.

Lucinda stared at him blankly, momentarily lost.

Thranduil glanced at her.

"What's your look?"

"I found that I began to admire you."

"...There are many elves who worship me."

"I don't know how to eat barbecue."

Thranduy was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.She was also the first elf to worship him for his kneading.

"I really can't see that you still have this hand."

"It used to be like this when I was wandering outside and there was no hotel."

"What about Thanos?"

"It? Eat the fruit if you have the fruit, eat the meat if you don't have the fruit."

Lucinda was startled: "What? Thanos! It...it eats meat?"

"What's the matter?" Thranduy looked very calm, there must be something to maintain his strength.Otherwise, starve to death.Of course his favorite is berries. "

He tasted a piece of meat on the tip of the knife, and he was quite satisfied, and sighed: "It would be great if there was wine."

"Speaking of this." Lucinda swallowed the roast meat in her mouth and licked her lips, "Is it okay for you to drink like this, won't you get drunk?"

"No." While eating a piece of barbecue, he watched her stretch out her white arm from her long cuff and hold the rabbit leg and gnaw it seriously. He didn't know what came to her mind, and the corners of her lips suddenly curled up. The easy kind of laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, let's try this."

Lucinda put down the half-gnawed rabbit leg and took the paper-thin piece of roast meat with the tip of the dagger in his hand, feeling delicious.Touching the edge of the blade was cold and cold, so I couldn't help but look at the dagger used to slice meat a few more times, and was immediately very interested.

"A beautiful knife."

"Want?" Thranduil took a closer look, but didn't think there was anything special, "I've been with me for some years, but it's too heavy for you."

"I didn't want it." Lucinda took the dagger and looked at the pattern on it with admiration, "But don't you use a sword?"

"The sword is not easy to carry. It was originally used for self-defense, but when it was used most often it was sliced ​​meat of pheasants and rabbits that I didn't eat in the wild." He frowned, leaning on the cave wall with his arms on his head, lazily He said triumphantly, "You have too many questions. Sing a ballad and listen to it."

"Why?" Lucinda frowned.

"It's my birthday today, and singing a song for His Highness is not an insult to you." He took back the dagger in Lucinda's hand, wiped the tip of the knife with his index finger, and stared at her maliciously with ice blue eyes. Quite a bit of "singing or eating a knife".

"But I've already sent you fireworks."

"And it caused me to be poisoned in the rain." Thranduil retorted, with his slender fingers resting on his forehead, his voice suddenly became low, "My head hurts..."

"You're not poisoned at all, okay?" Lucinda couldn't bear his pretending, and the admiration that had just arisen turned into anger in an instant.

"I've been poisoned. I was poisoned and I gave you all my clothes to wear, and I caught the cold, you see!" Thranduy sat up straight, gesturing to his upper body, which had neither a silver robe nor a cloak.

Staring blankly at that good figure that couldn't be found in the whole of Central Continent, Lucinda's face flushed suddenly, and she subconsciously covered her eyes and yelled, "Hey, good! You sit back! I'll sing! I'll just sing!"

The Silvan elves all have good voices. Their voices are not as dignified as Noldor is used to, and they are not as gorgeous as Sindar, but they are naturally clear and bright, making people think of a cloud of wind in the mountains. , or a spring in the forest.

It was still raining heavily outside the cave, but it was warm and pleasant inside the cave.She hummed a melodious ballad, and unconsciously stared at the bonfire, as if two clusters of small golden flames rose from her green eyes.He looked at her quietly, and suddenly felt a sense of peace.

He was born in Menegroth, and he witnessed the collapse of the Sindar Kingdom, and he didn't find it hard to wander in the following days.He fought north and south with his noble father, and moved eastward with the remnants of his tribe. He won the praise and amazement of all the elves when he was still young.

He thought he was cold by nature, but after experiencing the helplessness of watching Nana, the princess of Dorias, who was seriously injured and going west, and seeing countless clan members who sang with him yesterday disappearing in a flash, the young him was very talented. Really feel the uncontrollable tiredness and deep sadness.

It's just that he never showed these things, he hid them in the deepest place as if nothing had happened, and prevented anyone from discovering that the wound there was so painful that it was about to rot.

He was getting more mature and indifferent day by day, and the feeling of burnout and desolation in his soul was getting stronger day by day, and he thought it was just because the nightmare of Doriath's destruction was still haunting him.

He came to such a remote place with the only remaining relatives, awakened this vast land that was still half-civilized, and established the Kingdom of the Great Green Forest.

The long-lost boss finally settled down, but he soon discovered that there was no soul.It is still like a mountain mist, wandering restlessly, waiting, singing hoarse songs in the starry night.

It has no peace.

Even with ada, there can be a little tranquility and relaxation, but he knows very well that it is different.

For thousands of years, he roamed in the outer lands of Central Continent and saw countless beautiful and steep scenery, but he never thought that maybe one day, he, who has always been a loner, would want to have another soul who could plan with him. Walking with horses, walking through the wind and snow.

He looked at him deeply, with dark waves in his ice-blue eyes, and stretched out his hand to embrace Lucinda and the elf and robe into his arms.

The singing stopped suddenly.

"Hey!"

"Don't move, I'm cold."

"Oh."

"Lucy."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

His chin rested on her shoulder, his warm and mellow breath brushed against the side of her neck, and his slightly moist golden hair pricked her face, slightly itchy, but somehow made her feel at ease.

She frowned and thought about what he meant by saying this.

"Should I say you're welcome?"

He laughed silently, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe."

"Then, you're welcome."

"Lucy, after the war is over, do you want to go to other places with me? Those more dangerous and beautiful scenery are more beautiful than you can imagine."

If he didn't mention it, she almost forgot about it, and forgot that the cloud of war was still hanging over the green forest.The bright green eyes dimmed slightly, but brightened up again in an instant.

"Well, I want to. I want to see a wider world with you and listen to different songs. So, you have to promise me that you must come back safely." She covered his warm big hands around her waist, gently Said lightly.

His thin lips were slightly parted, and he didn't make a sound, but she heard him saying, "Okay."

"Also, you have to bake a rabbit for me..."

"Greedy guy..." He hooked his lips slightly, tightened his strength a little, his long golden eyelashes slowly drooped, covering up the tenderness in his blue eyes that never showed easily, "I'm going to bed first, you can play by yourself Son."

"..."

For a long time, Lucinda looked sideways at the blond elf who had fallen asleep using her as a pillow, struggled a few times but did not break free, and felt quite the urge to scold her.

Still playing by yourself?What is she playing, looking at her own shadow?

The rain outside the cave was ding ding dong dong, gradually changing into a lullaby.

She stared blankly at the fading fire, yawned tiredly, leaned her head against him, and finally fell into a deep sleep.