end of time

"Is there any force stronger than time?"

"Yes, it is forgotten."

"No matter how long the time is, it may not be able to change an elf, but complete forgetting can reshape the memory."

"you sure?"

Her light and windy voice came from her ears, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, sometimes with determination and determination that cannot be ignored.

"Thrandui."

"Ok?"

"Will you tell me when I can't see your thoughts clearly?"

"Lucy..."

"I wish I could know what you're thinking so I can share it with you as best I can."

"I will."

……

"Then tell me."

"I like your... red hair."

"Asshole... I, Ada and Brian, also have red hair, do you like them too?"

"Why not?"

"Humph."

The place doesn't have the pungent scent of Gogros.The dull yellow sky shattered like glass. There were no flames, no heat waves, and there was only a gentle breeze in the slow-flowing air like music, and the shadows of the trees were mottled.

His fingers outlined her tall and beautiful nose, and her pink and stretched lips.again and again.Her eyelashes fluttered slowly under his fingers, and her blue eyes became more blurred and transparent.It is as if the smoky sunlight outlines the most gorgeous oil painting.

She is a fire with the same soul as his.

He knew that it was a fire, a fire that completely occupied his heart.

They stood where all the Elves looked, and they exchanged Eternar and Forever.

Then he kissed her.

She smiled, a beautiful smile.

He didn't tell her?

He just thinks that she should be smiling all the time, beautiful, free, and keep going like this...

but……

Why did her face appear in front of him at this moment, so pale and so painful.

Like a bird with a broken wing?

Is she hurt?

Lucy...

What is she murmuring?

No, Thranduil, this is a dream, you must wake up!Lucy, Lucy she's fine!

But her voice was so real and sad.

"Farewell, Thranduil."

No more quiet music in the air...

"No, what did you say?"

"How I don't want to leave like this..."

"No...you clearly promised!"

"Sorry……"

No more slow-moving winds...

"I have nothing but the kingdom. I have already lost Nana, I have lost Ada, but Lucy, I can't, I can't lose you too!"

"I broke my oath...I made you suffer from eternal loneliness...I'm sorry..."

There are no more mellow sunshine and shady tree shadows...

"I won't forgive you... I won't in my whole life... You dare to lie to me, how can you lie to me?"

But her beautiful, sad smile slowly melted into a thick fog.

"Seran, I'm in pain."

He can't find her!

"I'm in pain."

"I beg you..."

There is no longer an eternal calm smile...

"I love you."

"But……"

"Thrandui."

The whole world suddenly turned upside down, and everything turned into her shadow, clear, distant, blurred, and broken...

Like the hardest spar, it was easily destroyed and turned into powder in the wind, just like that, it left him...

no!Wake up, wake up!

The elf on the couch opened his eyes quickly, and the strong light immediately filled his vision, and the spotless snow-white tent came into view.

Who would pitch a tent in this color?Except for that clean freak half-elf.

A nightmare still lingers in his heart, such uncontrollable sadness and helplessness poured in from every pore, his whole body was chilling, and he couldn't help reaching out to hold Frewell on his chest, which was still slightly warm.

Lucinda...

Just a dream, just a dream.

Consciousness returned to clarity little by little, and he recalled Elrond's heavy palm.

So this is the military doctor's camp?

As soon as he sat up on the couch, a corner of the curtain was lifted, and he caught a glimpse of the still chaotic sky.

The black-haired half-elf in white came in. He seemed to be in a bad mood, with a gloomy look on his face. He was a little shocked and puzzled when he woke up.

"you're awake?"

"..."

"Why are you crying?"

He cried?How can it be?The blond king frowned, subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes, and there was a trace of moisture.

"You are not skilled in medicine, I am in pain."

"..."

"How long have I been lying?" Thranduil asked, why did he feel that the dream he fell into was so long.

"More than half a month." Feeling a little frustrated, Elrond stepped forward to check his wound, and found that it was almost healed. He just breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes moved involuntarily to the silver wound on the tight chest. Forever, a bitter taste inexplicably surged in his mouth.

Noticing that his eyes were clear, but his whole body was still tense, he asked, "Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream about?"

The blond king was stunned, his eyes drifted inexplicably, and he moved his lips slightly: "I dreamed..."

Elrond looked at him in silence.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he didn't say any more.Straight to the bed put on a robe and boots.

"I have to go back to camp."

When he just got up, he felt dizzy for a moment, and Elrond quickly helped him.

"Look at you, let's eat something to replenish our strength before we talk."

Thranduy glanced at him: "Do you have any wine here?"

"..."

"I am leaving."

Before reaching the door, the tall and slender king stopped for a while, and turned to look at his old friend in white robe and black hair.

"Elon, this time, thank you very much."

The black-haired lord gave a faint smile, which was so pale that even he felt a little abnormal.

"Not only for the sake of the people, but you should also be careful."

He nodded, turned around, and faced Gogros's hot blood without fear.

He didn't notice the pair of eyes behind him that were as clear as the night sky, looking at his back with passion and despair.

"His Majesty!"

In the Great Green Forest camp, the archer Gabriel looked at the dazzling blond hair in disbelief, never expecting His Majesty the King to wake up so soon.

"Is Alves on the battlefield? How's the situation?" The Elf King asked the gray-eyed elf who was resting in the camp without any transition.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. The enemy has no retreat, and we have surrounded Ballad. The High King of the Noldor has also provided us with more armaments."

"continue."

"Also." The soldier knew that this would be exciting news for the king, "Angelo, who sent messages to the kingdom, is back."

Thinking of the tragic death of his father, Thranduil suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, and his eyes closed slightly tiredly.

"and then?"

"He also brought back a letter from Miss Lucinda."

As soon as Alves got off the battlefield, he heard that the king had woken up and returned. He was overjoyed immediately, and rushed out of the king's tent before he could change his armor.

"His Majesty!"

There was no sound inside, and it took a long time before the king's deep and flat voice came out, as if he was trying his best to restrain some emotions.

"Come in."

Alves lifted the curtain and went in, only to see the Elf King sitting alone behind the huge table, wearing a dark silver robe, his deep and handsome face showed nothing wrong except a little paleness, he felt relieved immediately in one breath.

"Lord Elrond is really skilled in medicine."

The Elf King's eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was staring at something intently, and his right hand was placed on the side of the table and clenched into a fist, almost trembling slightly.Beside the high pile of military documents, a piece of dark yellow letter paper was quietly spread out.

"How is it in the army these days?" The king's voice was still calm and reserved.

Seeing this scene, Alves could not help but wonder what was written on the letter paper from the green forest while reporting the situation fluently, which could make His Majesty, who has always been calm and indifferent, show such an expression.

The learned and elegant half-elf happened to come over at this time.

"I almost forgot, Thranduil, the dagger you want..."

However, Elrond couldn't help being stunned seeing the expression of the king at the moment, and subconsciously glanced at Alves who was still reporting the situation of the battle, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

What none of them knew was that there was only one sentence on the paper.

It was written in the fluent and beautiful Sindarin language, and the king judged that the elf who was writing the pen had something wrong with his body just by looking at it at a glance.

Translated in the most common language of the human world after many centuries, it looks like this:

I will be there for you, always.