end of time

Its branches and leaves were more lush and holy than any she had ever seen.It seems that there is no starlight, but it can also emit a silver halo. From a distance, it looks like a blooming lotus enveloped by the boundless sky.Blooming on this ancient land, breathing silently in this untouched world, exuding a beauty that disdains people to look into it.

It is the most beautiful tree in the center of Youan Tallinn, which condenses his profound spiritual power.

Now it bears Cang Xue, but it is still strong and tall.

"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."

Yes, I believe, I do.

However, no matter how beautiful it is, it is not my hometown.

Not the place I want to guard with you.

Aimee stood far away watching her hands clinging to the tall Euantha tree.The fiery red hair swayed slightly in the snow, accompanied by the fluttering tassels on the robe, like smoke and clouds.

"Lucy, remember this tree, it will be the medicine to soothe the forest in the most desperate time."

She could feel the spiritual power in her body slowly flowing into this incomparable tree, and the transmission of spiritual power was as smooth as blood flowing through the same blood vessels.

If so, it is no longer possible to rein in the horse.

If so, lose your cherished freedom.

At least, what I can show you is not a shriveled cage.

"Yes, I think."

"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."

He was riding on the back of the divine deer, holding the dark yellow letter paper tightly, as if seeing her struggling to pick up the pen.

She was wounded, for his kingdom...

I will be there for you, always.

I will be there for you...

Always...

His Lucinda...

Beautiful, free, life burning like a fire...

"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."

However, who would have thought that the war would last for seven years.

Seven years later, he was King of the Great Green Wood.

It was the last season of the year when the king returned home with the last of his soldiers.

It was snowing heavily in the midwinter forest.Wrapped in plain silver, Lord Ellen and Miss Lucinda led the elf guards to welcome the soldiers who had been away from home for a long time at the border.

The old banner was still fluttering in the bitter cold wind, and she recognized the king sitting on the tall deer in the vast snowstorm at a glance.

Lucinda's heart tightened suddenly.

That's him?or not him?

The wind and frost of the war did not damage his perfect face and majestic majesty, but the icy blue eyes were more indifferent and colder, as if covered with ice and snow for thousands of years, which could not be softened by the gentlest sunlight.

He was more serious than before.

When the soldiers saw their familiar hometown and relatives, they rushed over uncontrollably, some with tears streaming down their faces, and some with joy.They threw themselves into the arms of their families, telling their thoughts and fears.And their king watched his subjects warmly embrace and kiss from afar.The wind and snow rolled up his cold blond hair, and also buried all his expressions.

General Ellen took a few steps forward and knelt down towards King Thranduil together with his daughter in the snowstorm.

"Your Majesty, welcome to triumph."

The ice-blue lonely eyes looked lightly at the green forest that was close at hand, it seemed to be more deserted and haggard than ever before, and it desperately needed his comfort.

He took out a small bottle from his bosom, and there was a strand of cold silver hair in it, which he personally burned the last thing about his father left by the former king in front of Arda's body.

He put it in Ellen's hands.

The general raised his head and stared blankly into the king's cold and unchanging eyes.

Even more indifferent, Feixue's voice cruelly reminded him of the most painful fact in the forest.

"General Allen, this is something that belongs to Ada, and I will give it to you."

From now on, I will abandon my last remaining weakness.

Without saying another word, he sat on the back of the unusually silent Shenlu and walked forward slowly, step by step.

Into the forest for which his father had given his life, into the forest which he loved and protected but which would henceforth snap off his wings to the wider world, and never look back.

Lucinda's eyes were red in an instant, standing in the ice and snow, her whole body was chilling.

"Your Majesty the King..."

Ellen turned around and hugged her daughter into his arms, and she wept in his arms: "Your Majesty, he... Seran..."

The general looked up at the pale sky, his lips were tightly pressed, and the circles of his eyes were red.But what can be done, the big green forest cannot be crushed by this snowstorm.

The King of the Green Forest didn't stay in the south, but returned directly to Amonlan.The kingdom has no owner for seven years, and there are too many affairs to deal with. He can't wait for the spring of the next year.

When Ellen went to tell her daughter that His Majesty the King had left, Lucinda was in her room tightly holding a dagger that was quite exquisite even in his harsh eyes,

"He's gone, I know..." Lucinda didn't look at the general at all, and slowly brushed the sharp blade and elegant handle with her index finger, with tears in her eyes, "I didn't expect him to remember this... "

On that messy birthday he had, she recreated the glory of Menegroth for him, and he used his dagger to eat her a piece of meat.

She liked that dagger very much.At that time, he said that it was too heavy and not suitable for her, but now, this one with exactly the same style was tailor-made for her.

His eyes are so calm, so indifferent.It almost made her want to ignore the pain and despair engraved in the marrow of her eyes.

"This is for you, it's very practical." He only said one word to her from the beginning to the end, and he never looked into her eyes or looked at her seriously.

"Tharanduil..."

"If he can't stay, Lucinda, then go to Amonlan and see our majesty." Ellen said seriously, "Ada is enough in the south."

She was startled suddenly, and turned to look at him blankly.

He nodded, yes, my beloved, the only one who can free His Majesty now is you.

The charming scenery of the first melting of ice and snow, and the majesty and grandeur of Amenlan did not attract the attention of the elves at all.

Seeing the red-haired, blue-eyed girl with snow on her shoulders, Mrs. Doris under the starlight did not recover at all.

"Madam... Your Majesty, he..."

"Lucinda!" Doris reacted, almost in disbelief, "Oh, well done! My dear, I will take you to see His Majesty..."

"Your Majesty doesn't like to be disturbed, but he definitely hopes to see you..."

The royal palace is so beautiful, yet so icy cold.Bypassing the gazebo pointed by the guard, Lucinda saw the elf reclining on the bench with legs crossed from a distance.

Her heart beat suddenly and quickly, and her rapid pace slowed down suddenly.She couldn't even believe that she was approaching him step by step.

Between his fingers was a wine glass full of dark red liquid that hadn't changed for thousands of years. He looked sideways at the stars in the sky, without saying a word, as if he had melted into the cold light of the stars.

The night fell down along his blond hair, weighing heavily on Lucinda's heart.The fragrant smell of wine reminded her what was the only thing in the palace that accompanied him all night.Her heart twitched, and she began to hate herself for not going faster on the road.

"Lucinda, my audience...Your Majesty." The red-haired elf curtsied gracefully.

Thranduil's eyes turned from the endless night, and slowly moved to the still fire in front of him, a moment of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"You came."

She raised her head slowly.

His brows are deep, and his eyes are cold.

Greenwood elves have hellish night vision.Lucinda meets her Elf King.Stern still, perfect still.

There was peace in his eyes.

There is no frantic pain, no joy of reunion, no numb vicissitudes.

There is no unfathomable, no sharp arrogance, no calculating edge.

Like a lake without ripples or a mountain without birds.

A lake without breath, a mountain without a pulse.

Very quiet, very quiet.

But...it's too quiet...

The red-haired elf suppressed the choking that was almost overflowing from his mouth, and said with difficulty: "I want to thank Your Majesty...that dagger is the one I have seen and like the most. I am very happy."

He was silent.

She looked straight into his eyes, with uncontrollable pleading and persistence in her blue eyes: "Your Majesty, please...even if it's for the sake of the people...you must be happy."

He turned his head and said lightly, "Lucinda, thank you."

"His Majesty……"

"Don't be afraid, I will be very happy." He said calmly.

"But I'm afraid, Your Majesty." She murmured, suppressing the pain in her throat.

His breath caught.

She hated herself for not appearing in front of him earlier.

"Do you know? I'm afraid of your eyes, Your Majesty, I'm afraid of seeing your eyes..."

His heart tightened suddenly, and he clenched the wine glass in his hand amidst strange calls. Looking at the trembling red-haired elf, he held his forehead helplessly, with a headache, and wearily.

"Call me Thranduil... After my father leaves, I will never hear this name again..."

Tears welled up in Lucinda's eyes.

When she was able to react, she had already thrown herself in front of him, half kneeling on the ground, buried her head in his waist, and choked out.

"I worry about you... Thranduil, I worry about you."

"Are you sad? If you are sad, just cry... like me, you will feel much better."

The astringent aftertaste of wormwood numbs the tip of the tongue, unable to arouse any nerve response.Ripples trembled in the lake of dead silence because of this sentence.

"Like you... No way... My Lucinda..."

An eternity-long sigh and the chaotic smell of wine lingered in the small pavilion, and Thranduil's slender fingers gently stroked that long, flaming hair, letting them wrap around him again and again. His fingers were like allowing his father's heart to be extremely cold after being wrapped in a thin stream of heat... For a long time, small, weak but endless.The lingering smog of the Misty Mountains finally appeared in the ice-blue eyes, and he leaned back and drank the last remaining wine in the cup vigorously.

The slender arms stretched out slowly and uncontrollably, encircling the red-haired elf's body, and suddenly retracted into his arms, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The blond hair flowed down, and he suddenly lowered his head and leaned tiredly on her shoulder.

She felt his body gradually relax, and her heart ached uncontrollably.

She whispered in his ear, over and over again: "I am here...you remember, Seran, I am here..."

She hugged him with all her strength, wanting him to know that she was always by his side no matter what.

There was a long silence, a long silence, and a long hug, until the singing of the forest elves not far away gradually died down, until the last choking of the red-haired elf was inaudible.

"You are the only one, you have to work hard...to save me..."

The blond king of the big green forest, leaning on the beautiful shoulder of the red-haired elf, stroking her soft and thick hair, spoke softly and in a daze.

"Then, Lucinda, Daughter of the Forest, stay by my side."