Voice of Dragonland

"You are escaping, escaping the imminent disaster we are about to face!" Legolas slapped the letter in his hand on the huge oak desk, and that thump shocked the lingering in the dark forest. They peeped, whispered, and smeared the darkness and ominous layer by layer until everyone's heart was clouded.

Thranduil sat on the upper arm, looking at his son quietly, looking at his young and energetic face, his eyes were calm, the vicissitudes of blue seemed to be the ice soul accumulated for thousands of years, indifferent and unchanging.

Legolas stood up and turned his back to the king, his chest heaved, and the pent-up anger and another emotion burned his heart, "War, there is a glimmer of hope, guard, but wait for death."

"The dense forest is ready." Thranduil's voice was cold, "I will not send a single soldier to support that ridiculous alliance. I have the ability to protect the safety of the dense forest."

"Guarding is only for a while!" He turned around, the dissatisfaction and depression in his eyes made him look impulsive and reckless, "When the Mordor army gathers, the jungle is in danger!"

"The dense forest is not their goal." Thranduil got up, and walked leisurely on the ground in his large brocade robe. "What they want is the place where the legendary dragons coil around."

"It's inevitable..." Legolas pointed to the letter on the table, "If they get the wealth and hidden power of the land occupied by the dragon, what will they do next? Return to Mordor to retire? No!! They will burn every inch of Middle-earth! Will kill and enslave people of any race!!"

"Legolas," Thranduil looked at him, frowning slightly, "When will you get rid of your reckless and impulsive habits, and look at problems like a true warrior?"

"I'm reckless and impulsive?" Legolas was a little annoyed, "Is this relative to your forever closed-door attitude?"

The topic had drifted unknowingly, Fei Lun coughed lightly, and several participants got up knowingly, and quietly left the table.

"Are you going to send troops?" Legolas' voice turned cold as there were only the father and son left in the council hall.

"I won't send troops." Thranduil slowly passed by Legolas' side, "at least I won't start a war just because of the clown."

"The clown..." Legolas had a flash of pain in his eyes, "You look at me like that?"

"You don't need to misinterpret my meaning." Thranduil turned his head, looked at the prince who was a little shorter than him, and said in a slightly gentle tone, "I'm just stating the facts. You don't need to interpret every word Mithranduil said. Take it all to heart, these wizards have always been like this."

"No..." Legolas shook his head lightly, the impulsiveness and anger just now gradually faded, "You're right..."

"Legolas?" Thranduil looked at his eyes that were gradually losing their vitality, and frowned imperceptibly, "What's the matter with you recently?"

Legolas didn't answer the king's question, he saluted his heart, turned around and strode away.

He did it on purpose.

He was deliberately against him, he wanted to provoke him.

Legolas sprinted through the underground palace, the gray and yellow lights enveloped the winding corridors, leading to spacious palaces one after another.He finally stopped in front of a huge colonnade.

Since when?He found that his feelings for Thranduil had undergone a qualitative change.

It is not pure dependence and admiration on the father, nor the respect and admiration for the king, nor the warmth and nostalgia of family affection.He really... fell in love with his father...

He looked at the colonnade with confused eyes.

What would happen if he found out about this idea?He didn't even dare to think about it.

Thranduil is proud and indifferent. Although they are father and son, they are not much closer than ordinary monarchs and ministers. At least in his memory, his father is so indifferent and alienated. He is like a sculpture, flawless, yet The heat of life is missing.He seems to be indifferent to everything, whether it is his growth or the changes outside the dense forest, he concentrates his energy on the trivial affairs of the dense forest.But the more indifferent he is, the more he wants to get closer, the more alienated he is, the more he wants to get closer.He grew up according to his expectations, proficient in archery and diligent in government affairs. He has grown up, but their relationship has gradually drifted away.

How can we keep his footsteps and regain his attention?

Legolas opposed him like a child, he would oppose whatever he affirmed, and he would explain the reasons clearly and logically.

And all this is just...wanting to see his concerned eyes.

"The jumping clown..." He laughed, "You really hit the nail on the head..."

He pressed his hands on the pillars and bowed his head deeply, "Other than this, how else can I get your attention? How can I expand the pitiful position that belongs to me in your heart..."

The notebook in his hand was open, and the wind-blown pages trembled. Thranduil stared at the half-painted flowers, his thoughts mixed.

"MYLORD..." Galian gently handed over the warm tea.

"Gallian." He said in a low voice, his tone stagnant.

"Yes." Gallian stood with his hands down.

"Legolas recently..." He withdrew his gaze from the notebook and looked at the hazy greenery outside the window, "Isn't it unusual?"

Gary settled for a moment, and replied, "Yes, Your Highness is often restless."

"Since when?"

"It's been like that in recent years."

Thranduil raised his forehead, "Has he frequented anyone?"

"Not really." Galian rebuffed.

Thranduil nodded, "Go down..."

Gallian bowed and stepped back.

The wind dances with the slightly drunken smell of the forest, together with the lush green, reminds Wang of a person.

Mythrillas, the woman with the same stubborn eyes as Legolas.

If she was there, there would be no embarrassment between father and son, and he would not ask the housekeeper about his son's recent situation.

With a helpless sigh, he decided to talk to Legolas.

Legolas was sitting behind his desk, with a few strokes on the white paper in hand, he outlined a tall figure with flowing long hair, broad shoulders, narrow waistline, and slender legs.This is an unforgettable figure.He stretched out his hand and brushed it lightly, his eyes were gentle and sad.

"What you left me the most... is this back view..." He showed a bitter smile, "I often chase after you in my dreams, wanting to run in front of you, to see if your appearance is similar to this back view... Just as cold..."

A different aura enveloped him, Legolas came back to his senses, and turned his head quickly.

The master of the back stood silently behind him, with no expression on his usual indifferent face.

It was too late to hide, and it was too deliberate and disrespectful to tear it off, Legolas got up and covered the painting with his body, "ADA."

Thranduil raised his eyes and looked at the flustered Legolas, unable to remember a word he had thought.

"You want something from me?" Legolas tried to make his voice sound calm and peaceful.

Thranduil stared at his face, his eyes were as cold as the frost and snow in winter.

Under the gaze, Legolas panicked, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Thranduil turned around and strode away.

The water was gurgling, and a willow tree with a crooked neck reached out to the surface of the water, and Legolas lay on his back, holding a slender willow leaf in his hand and gently resting it on his lips. The child fell on the corner of his clothes and listened quietly.

At the end of the song, he made up his mind and jumped down from the branch. The nimble figure jumped up and down and disappeared into the forest, leaving only a pool of ripples and a few fallen leaves.

Not far away, Wang stood quietly, still unable to see any emotion in his eyes. He watched the ripples in the pool, drawing concentric circles one after another, unable to calm down for a long time.

Legolas left the jungle alone and joined the League as an ordinary elf.

The highest command is held by Glorfindel. He leads the elves of the Valley of the Forest, and joins the elves of Lorraine, the dwarves of Durin and some humans to fight against the orc army from Mordor.

"The legendary land of Glasgow is a huge canyon, and the fog persists all year round. This is also the ultimate goal of the orcs of Mordor." Glorfindel started the first meeting in the marching tent, "We will rush to the How many troops have reached the canyon before, and hold here."

"It's more convenient to just kill him back to Mordor~" the dwarf Togg interrupted, "Isn't it the blond boy?"

Legolas was stunned for a while before realizing that Tugg's eyes were staring at him, "Oh, listen to your lord."

"Well, you're really boring~" Tugg shrugged.

Everyone's eyes fell on this young elf. Everyone knew that he was the only son of the stubborn old Thranduil, and they were all curious about the reason why he came to the alliance to fight alone. They are used to burying some doubts in their hearts, waiting for the years to gradually reveal its true face.

Legolas really complied with his accusation against his father, and chose to escape after his father might have penetrated into his mind that could not see the light.He didn't really care about this battle that much. As his father said, it has nothing to do with the jungle. Even if the orc army of Mordor reaches Glasgow, it is still unknown whether they can defeat the monsters and reach the bottom of the valley. It's really not the style of the jungle elves.He sighed softly, and turned his attention to Glorfindel, "Do you need to divide the troops into ambush beforehand?"

Glorfindel nodded, "Tug led a team to guard the main passage of the Mordor army, as the first barrier."

"It's a pleasure to get those stinky things back to grandma's house as soon as possible~" Tu Ge slapped the hammer in his hand.

"Erelente serves as the second barrier to guard Dragonsong Mountain." Glorfindel's finger landed on the map.

Erelent saluted her heart.

"In the end, I and the rest of the people will stick to Glasgow and fight the Mordor army until the last moment!" Glorfindel looked around the crowd, "This battle is very important, we cannot let the orcs enter the Glasgow Canyon , disturb the sleeping monsters in the valley!"

Legolas saluted together with everyone.

Outside the camp was a meadow, which was quite far away from the dense forest. Legolas sat on the ground, looking at the rising stars in the sky, thinking of the person in the distance who had frozen his mind.

The battle is approaching, everyone is a little heavy, except those dwarves who are naturally fearless.

"Hey, boy~" Tugg sat down beside Legolas, looking like a chunky, hairy oak barrel.

"Hi." Legolas smiled faintly.

"You look concerned." Tugg rested his chin on the handle of his hammer, and there was a curious and sympathetic expression on his furry face. He was ugly, but his eyes were kind.

"I'm thinking of a man..." Legolas said softly, with a melancholy and poignant smile, "I came here in spite of his objections and didn't even say goodbye to him, to join this battle...he must be very angry. "

"That's it." Tuger hit his chest with a thick fist, "A man should speak with honor! When you get the highest honor, go back to him, and he will forgive you and be proud of you!"

Legolas' smile became even more gloomy, "He won't... Maybe at this moment, he just wishes that there would be no failed elf like me in this world..."

"No." Tuge turned his head and slapped his shoulder heavily with rough palms, "As long as you return with honor."

Legolas was photographed diving forward, but he smiled sincerely, "Thank you, your name is..."

"Tug!"

"Legolas."

"Good name!" Tuge's voice was full of anger, "What do you mean?"

"Green Leaf." Legolas laughed again.

"Oh~" Tuge laughed, "Hahaha, I know an elf, but he is not as fun as you."

"Okay... play?"

"His name is Elrond, he has a debt-paying face, and his forehead is so bright that it can be used as a mirror!"

"Hahahahahaha..." Legolas laughed loudly, regardless of etiquette.

Yuyu dissipated in the laughter, Legolas hadn't been so happy for a long time, but the dwarf in front of him always had witty words, making him laugh out loud.

They talked for a long time, about Tugg's hometown, about the forest of Legolas, about the wine, about the people who cared about each other.

"Look, my wife is waiting for me at home. If it weren't for this damn war, I should help her store bacon and holly." Tuge shrugged helplessly.

"I should be grateful for this battle, which gave me a reason to leave." Legolas supported his body with his arms and raised his head high. "I really don't know how to face him."

"Did you steal his money or his love?" Tugg asked.

"of course not."

"Then there's nothing to worry about~ Listen to me, go back and meet him with honor, everything will be fine!" Tu Ge got up, still like an oak barrel, "It's time to sleep, we're leaving tomorrow."

Legolas nodded.

"ADA, good night..." Legolas lay on his side on the camp bed and closed his eyes. In the darkness, he seemed to see Thranduil's blue eyes, cold and deep.

Marching is dull and tedious, especially when thoughts and longing for a person are at their peak.Legolas still held his chest high and his eyes were sharp, but behind this appearance, there was a deep sense of despondency hidden. Those blue eyes emerged from the bottom of his heart, clearly making him feel a deep sense of sadness. .

In the ears are the uniform marching steps of the elf army, the rhythm is uniform, and the order is mighty.He looked back and saw that this alliance had gathered almost all the elite elves in Middle-earth. They wore scale armor and carried heavy bows and long swords with expressionless faces. They were determined and fearless like machines.The entire valley is a marching team, followed by a double-horse-driven cart and mighty cavalry.The dust under the iron hooves was blown away by the wind, leaving only the sound of horseshoes beating the ground.

He looked back at the fog-shrouded canyon faintly visible in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"ADA, if I come back with honor, will you... smile for me?"