end of time

When the pale sun rose in the east of Amenland, a little snow on the big fir tree outside the palace had just melted away, revealing a shy green color mischievously, like a curious eye, looking at the clear water in surprise. A quiet and beautiful world.

The huge crystal mirror reflected the elf's beautiful face, long bright red hair, fair skin, and spotless blue eyes looking into the mirror.

A silver comb was slowly inserted through the elf's hair, with incredible gentleness.The elf holding the comb, tall, handsome and majestic, with pure blond hair like the pouring sunshine, is the king of the big green forest.

In the silence of the room, it seems that you can hear the clear sound of dripping springs outside the hall, accompanied by an unexpected female voice that is as light as the wind, breaking the gloom that has accumulated throughout the winter.

"Selan, you promised me, do you remember?

"Ok?"

"What are you thinking, tell me, when I can't see you clearly."

Looking at the eyes in the mirror, the pupils are as black as lacquer, surrounded by a circle of bright emerald green, so bright, so gorgeous, like the sun, trying so hard to see through his thick camouflage.

A trace of almost indiscernible bitterness flitted across the king's lips.

What was he thinking about?What can he think?

Does he really want her to stay by his side for the rest of her life?

The uncontrollable whispering last night was just an uncontrollable cry for help after the pain reached its peak. She is another self in this world. He wants her. , is his only salvation in purgatory struggle.

but……

He's not just himself, he's already a king.

He can no longer fulfill his promise and give her the life she likes.

His father's death had yanked him violently from the wider world, and without warning the weight of an entire kingdom rested on his shoulders.He didn't refuse, and didn't panic, just because this was his unshirkable responsibility, and this was the green forest he built with his own hands.

But she is different, she should be a free bird, an unrestrained wind, and should have a wider world.

How, how could he break her wings with his own hands, and imprison such a free, beautiful, and dangerous flame in his arms?

Even if, in the name of love?

He can't.

What was faintly flowing in his eyes, what she was afraid of, what she was worried about, was his unspeakable struggle, his undeniable letting go.

"I may...not be able to take you to the East."

Therefore, no matter how painful and reluctant to give up, you must...

"and then?"

Her voice was so cold, so rigid, so lonely, with faint anger.

"Because you can't keep your promise, you want me to break mine too, don't you?"

His body froze.

It never occurred to Lucinda that he was worried about this.

He couldn't bear to break her wings and was willing to let go.

But comparing his heart with his heart, did he think that she would be able to leave him safely and let him be lonely for a long time?

Did they all far underestimate each other's feelings for themselves?

"Have you forgotten, I told you..."

As soon as he loosened his fingers, the elegant and delicate silver comb slowly fell to the ground, making a voiceless sound like pearls splashing on jade.

She reached out and hugged him, burying her face deep in his chest.

"I'll say it again, please remember. I'm always by your side, Seran."

The pure green eyes looked into his eyes without any hesitation, and stared straight into his soul, which contained the same determination and persistence as his.

"No matter when, no matter where, as long as the world of Arda still exists, as long as the soul of Iluvita's firstborn has not been turned into nothingness, I, Lucinda, will always be by your side."

"It's just, how can I be willing to..."

Facing the elf's blue eyes, there are too many complicated thoughts rolling in the ice blue eyes.Even if he already knew, even if he had seen, when the blue-eyed elf resolutely said her promise of never repenting, his heart was still shocked and struggling.

"Thank you, Lucy. But..."

"Are you expecting me to say you are welcome, Your Majesty?"

"of course not!"

"Then stop saying things like that. That's an insult to me."

He stared at her fixedly, the icy blue lake reflected a blue, clear sky.

"Seran, I love you. Those things that may have been important, in my opinion, they are not as good as you. Please rest assured that if one day, I mean if, although I am sure that day will never come, If I don't love you anymore, then I will leave you without hesitation and go to the place I want to reach without hesitation. At that time, no one or anything can stop me. Just, Before that, please allow me to fulfill my promise. I will be by your side, not imprisoning you, not seeking perfection. Not only for you, but also for myself."

It's not imprisonment, it's not seeking perfection.Not just for you, but for myself.

I have never been dominated by my own mind or something other than my soul.

His slender fingers ran across her cheeks, caressing those precious eyes like gold, he was sure that he found another self in this world.

His Lucinda.

The light and cool thin lips fell on her lips, with a slight trembling, a little peace of mind, and a little shock.She closed her eyes gently, letting his arms completely contain her.

The unstoppable dawn came, and the warm light cast on the two people who kissed quietly, as if they had been condensed into a permanent sculpture in the years.

The tired chill of early spring will eventually dissipate.

"Did you apply that bottle of medicine well?" Madam Doris looked at Lucinda worriedly and asked.

"Don't worry, ma'am, Esther's medical skills are very good, and everything on his right shoulder is as usual. Thanks to Madam's elixir, there is no scar at all." Lucinda smiled relievedly at the silver-haired lady.

"Does it hurt?" The king, who had been dealing with government affairs on the sidelines without making a sound, suddenly said lightly.

Lucinda froze for a moment: "Oh, it's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Thranduil glanced at her, and pushed aside the last document he had processed.Carrying Duo Weining around, she suddenly lowered her body and reached out to support her right shoulder without warning.

Lucinda gasped, and jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her features twisted together in pain.

"What are you doing!" she glared at Thranduil.

"Taken by the poisoned arrows of Orcs, it won't hurt for ten or eight years." Thranduil sat down and said expressionlessly, his left hand on his knee was silently clenched into a fist.

"I still have some Pain Relief Grass, I'll get it." Mrs. Doris hurried out.

"I said, I won't give you a chance to raise an arrow." He turned to look at her.

"But you can't just look at them... Forget it, let's not talk about it." Under the stern gaze of the king, Lucinda obediently closed her mouth.

Thranduy put down his wine glass and approached her slightly.

"Come here." He gently put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly poured in the thick and long spiritual power.

The cool and gentle air flow penetrated through all the limbs, and the slight pain came from the wound, and she couldn't help shivering.

The transmission of spiritual power went smoothly, but under the palm of his hand, he clearly felt that something was missing in the elf's body... Thranduil's face changed slightly.

"You..." He looked up at her with understanding and surprise in his eyes, "You are in that tree..."

She smiled softly, and stretched out her hand to cover the back of his hand that transmitted spiritual power to her, with a comforting and calm look on her face.

"Just a little bit, don't underestimate me."