[The Hobbit Lord of the Rings] Gamble

Heart pendant.

"Have you never described Legolas' mother?"

Thranduil turned his head away, "The more you tell him, the more he will think."

"Good reason." She nodded, picked up the necklace, "I'll give it back to you."

He took the pendant, but slowly closed his fingers, letting the pendant turn into powder in his palm.

Spread the dust with your hands.

Fluttering.

"The tower will not be locked anymore, I will send Legolas to find you."

When she raised her eyes, the Elf King lowered his eyes, and the thick eyelashes cast a light shadow on the bottom of his eyes.

"Legolas is the future king, too many distracting thoughts will do him no good."

Antal tilted his head, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, "Is it okay to be as cold-blooded and ruthless as you?"

Cold-blooded?

The Elf King sneered.

"Antal, I am the king." He turned around, and only the corners of his raised lips could be seen from the side, "The life and death of my subjects and the stability of my territory are enough for me to worry about, I don't have so much time to hurt Spring is sad and autumn is not sick."

No disease□□...

Antal was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

In his eyes, is the choice of fate, years of torture, his share of pain and dissatisfaction all in the absence of illness?

During these thousands of years of companionship, has he never had any affection at all?

Seeing her expression, the Elf King immediately realized that he seemed to have made a slip of the tongue.

He didn't say she was disease-free, don't think too much about it!

Is it possible without thinking too much?

He raised his heart, afraid of her sudden outburst.

But Antal just froze for a while, then turned around.

The Elf King opened his mouth, but said nothing.

After a long time, Lord Golden Flower explained his behavior very well.

People who are more afraid of being hurt will be more like a hedgehog, stabbing others to pieces.

They thought that their sharpness could protect themselves, but they never thought that this would put them in a situation from which they could never turn back.

So is Thranduil.

After listening to this explanation, Elrond applauded his words to express [-]% agreement.

It's really on point.

Thranduil was silent for a moment, and could only turn around and leave.But the moment he left the door, a long arrow brushed against his cheek with the wind.

There was a bloodstain and a stabbing pain.

He turned his head in astonishment, but Antal still kept his bow.

"Thranduil," she said word by word, and slowly lowered the longbow, "My tolerance and concessions don't mean how weak I am, I just believe in myself and you too much."

Too vain fantasies will always be shattered one day.

When will you be able to believe that he really doesn't have you in his heart?

No matter how much you deceive yourself, it is finally time to wake up.

"Next time, I don't care if I killed my relatives."

The Elf King lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly.After she finished speaking for a long time, she raised her hand to wipe away the blood on her cheeks, and said nothing more.

Since when did it become so tense?

He thought about it for a long time.

I've been thinking about it ever since I left the tower.

It was the first time he began to think seriously about the changes in Antares.

Obviously, the past 1000 years have been very good, peaceful and happy.She is quiet and indifferent, a qualified wife and an excellent queen.

What changed all this?

He thought carefully, seriously.

Was it the day she picked up the pendant?

No, she is not a particularly impulsive elf, how could she choose to give up the elf's fate just because of a pendant that he has never explained.

He continued to think about it.

Was he going to slay the dragon to make her unhappy?

No, no, this is even more wrong, this matter is not as serious as the pendant.

So……

what is it then?

During this period of time, the Elf King, who was full of business affairs, was thinking hard.

How could he not think of the reason?

If he can't even think of this reason, he might as well stop being the king.

After the Elf King reviewed the memory of the past 1000 years, he finally fixed the memory in the dawn many years ago with some horror.

That was the end of a good night.

It was also the beginning of his expedition.

Antal asked a question that he is unwilling to answer even now

"Do you love me?"

love?

he asked himself.

Hasn't the past 1000 years been good?Why bother with this issue?

Is his answer really that important?

Whether it is affirmed or denied, her identity and status cannot be shaken, and the fact that she is the queen cannot be changed.In the long life, they will only have each other in the end.

Until the end of the world.

Looking at a table of official documents, he became inexplicably irritable.

In fact, Doris asked him this question a long time ago.

At that time, he was very young, with a surly and arrogant personality. Facing her question, he only curled his lips and smiled frivolously.

"Tell me, what is love?"

The answer Doris gave him at the beginning was very simple.

It hurts when you lose

Yes.

When she died, he was indeed shocked and distressed.

That kind of pain was a feeling that he didn't want to recall in his life.

So this is love?

He covered his chest and frowned impatiently.

It feels very similar to the pain of my mother's death.

So hurtful, I'd rather not have it.

I don't love you, and you don't love me either.

This way neither you nor I will be in pain.

But...then why did I have such an indescribable feeling when I saw Paturan and her arms crossed and looked at each other?

It was a sense of betrayal, a sense of anger.

A kind of...jealousy.

Thinking of this, the Elf King widened his eyes in horror.

envy?

He is the king of the jungle, why is he jealous of his herald?

How could he be jealous of his herald.

When Lindir came in to deliver the official documents, what he saw was the Elf King with an unpredictable expression.

This expression is quite funny.

There is doubt, there is panic, there is unwillingness, and there is anger.

He carefully put the things in his hands on the Elf King's table, and turned around to leave lightly, but he didn't expect that the Elf King, who he had always thought was in a daze, would call him out.

"Lindir."

Lin Dier stopped and turned around, "King, do you have any other orders?"

The Elf King propped his face with one hand, his eyes were filled with confusion, "Why are women so stubborn about the emotion of love?"

This question really asked this thousand-year-old single turtle.

After all, he is also an innocent elf, and he has barely come into contact with a few female elves in the thousand years he has been with Ashley. How could he know what they were thinking?

Lin Dier grabbed the corner of his clothes in embarrassment, and didn't make up an answer for a long time.

Seeing the black-haired elf like this, Thranduil waved his hand and didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

Seeing him slipping out of the door in relief, the Elf King let out a sigh of relief, and leaned heavily on the back of the chair.

He suddenly remembered the last words Elrond had said to him when he dragged Ashley away.

"Thranduil, you are just playing with yourself."

is it?

Maybe it is.

Antal always thought she was deluding herself.

Actually, he is.

Act No.13

After seeing the figure of the Elf King disappearing from sight, Antal also had a plan in mind.

Leave the jungle.

Yes, she is leaving here.

Looking at the longbow in his hand, Antal took a deep breath and put it on the table.

It's like letting go of the thousand years of the past.

It's time to say goodbye.

Footsteps were heard on the stairs outside the door, and the thumping sound had already reached the ears before the figure appeared.

It was Legolas.

Antal turned around in a hurry, and in a moment, the blond elf rushed in directly, and the whole elf hit Antar's arms like being launched by a catapult.

Before he could speak, he was already in tears.

"Nana..."

He was out of breath from crying, and his tears and snot all rubbed on Antal's clothes.

"Is Nana recovered from her illness? Will she not leave again?"

The little elf looked up, his little face was crying.

Antal was overwhelmed by his crying and couldn't say anything.After seeing this scene, Patulan, who followed in, also had a sore nose, turned around silently, and walked to the door consciously to guard.

When Paturan went out, he was a little surprised to find that his king was also at the door.Thranduil was standing in the shadow outside the door, most of his face was blocked by his drooping long hair, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

I could only feel his body tense.

That's right, the little prince cried like a pig, and anyone who heard it was worried.

Paturan opened his mouth, and before the king could speak, the elf king raised his hand to stop it.

He raised his head, a slight sadness was inadvertently revealed on his always stern face.

Maybe even the Elf King himself didn't realize it.

The mother and child in the house naturally didn't know the existence of the Elf King.

Originally, Antal was still worried about whether the separation for so many years would create a gap between them, but he never thought that Legolas would accept her appearance so naturally.

The so-called blood relatives are probably like this.

Wiping Legolas' small face with his fingertips, Antal choked up slightly, "Nana is well, and she won't be leaving again."

The little elf, who was still wailing at first, smiled through his tears, and wiped his face with the back of his hand indiscriminately,

For a while, the atmosphere became joyful again.

When the Elf King heard the laughter, his frowning brows slightly relaxed.

In fact, when Legolas was asked to meet Antal, he was also thinking about it.

For as long as Legolas can remember, there has been no