Voice of Dragonland

PS: No more abuse, just the development of the plot~~

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A few days later, Elrond and Glorfindel came to the forest together.

"Thranduil." Elrond smiled, gentle and humble.

"Elrond." Thranduil stepped down from the throne and greeted the two in person, "Glorfindel."

The lord of Jinhua caressed his heart and saluted.

Elrond was eagerly held by Thranduil, "It is really a favor of Vera that you can come to the jungle."

"Why are you so polite?" Elrond was a little puzzled, but he still walked forward following Thranduil's guidance.

"I know the purpose of your coming here, all the weapons have been counted and sorted out, and Lord Laujinhua will check them out." Thranduil looked back at Glorfindel and nodded, "As for you, my best friend, I have something else to ask. "

Elrond looked at Thranduil unexpectedly, "But at your command."

Thranduil led Elrond all the way through the underground palace. Compared with the literary and artistic Rivendell, it looked dark and serious, with long and intricate corridors. After walking for a long time, Thranduil opened a door, "right here."

Elrond looked at the neat and elegant bedroom suspiciously, "This is..."

Thranduil didn't answer, just walked to the bed, looked at the silver robes laid flat on the bed, "This is Legolas' room."

Knowing the loss of that battle, Elrond silently looked at Thranduil.

"You know I'm just such a child..." He sat down and gently stroked the cuff of his robe, "But Vera loved his wit and intelligence, and insisted on taking him away from me..."

"Thranduil..." Elrond opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

"Elrond, do you think...he will come back?" Thranduil raised his face and looked at him expectantly.

"This..." Elrond frowned, "You know, the Temple of Mandos is the kingdom of the gods, and few elves can travel there."

"I know, I know..." He rubbed his robe lightly, "But... what about reincarnation? What about reincarnation? Will he come back?"

"This one……"

"I know I should give up and let him return to the glory of Iluvatar, to the kingdom of God to shine with the sun and the moon, but Elrond, what if? What if he refuses to stay there, what if He has returned to Middle Earth, but I don't know where he is... Please use the precognition of the elves to help me find him, where is he?" He stared at Elrond with burning eyes, the expectation in his eyes almost It's morbid, but heartbreaking.

Elrond simply could not refuse the pleas of a heartbroken father, especially one who had been his best friend for many years.He sighed softly, sat on Legolas' chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

His brows were furrowed a little bit, and his complexion gradually became serious.

"How is it?" Thranduil asked.

Elrond opened his eyes and shook his head, "I only see thick blackness, but not a single ray of light. It's hard to say what this indicates."

"Black?" Thranduil stood up and paced around. After a long time, he stopped, "In other words, he is not in Mandos!"

"Yes, there is a land of light, there will never be such darkness."

"where is he……"

"I can't give good advice but..."

"You said."

"Perhaps Lady Galadriel will have a better understanding." Elrond put his hand on his shoulder, "Thranduil, it's a good time to go to Lorraine now, so that they can resolve their misunderstanding of you. .”

"I don't care about those superficial names..." Thranduil looked back, "but this time...you are right, I will go to Lorraine as soon as possible to see my wife."

"Belainnale (may the blessing of the Valar be with you)." Elrond sighed. "Sometimes, Thranduil, I think it would be nice if we were not immortal elves... Those pains will eventually It's short-lived, but in a hundred years, everything will calm down..."

Thranduil looked at him sadly, "Who says it's not..."

The wind outside the window gently blew over the treetops, and the rustling sound was endless, just like the songs that flowed through the years.

Thranduil immediately drafted a letter, explaining and apologizing for the unexpected situation in the Battle of Glasgow, and offered to come to the door to apologize personally.

Not long after, Madam Galadriel wrote back, inviting Thranduil to visit Lorraine.

Thranduil went to Loryn with Grand Duke Midrian and four entourages.

Lolin, the dreamland of blooming flowers.In that land grows the mellon tree, whose golden leaves cover the ground, and silver and green leaves adorn the branches. This is a tree that grows on the Isle of Iressia, the land of the undead, under the care of Lady Galadriel. Under the flourishing growth.

Thranduil stopped in his tracks, staring at these lush and beautiful giant trees for a long time, distant and almost vague memories surged, causing a sigh, which slowly echoed in this tall and dense jungle.

"It is a great honor for the great king to come to Lorraine." Hadir greeted him from the path with a kind smile on his round face.

Thranduil nodded.

"The madam and the lord are waiting in the hall, please follow me." Hadir caressed his heart, leading Thranduil forward.

Calas Galadon is situated on a hill surrounded by walls and a moat.The gate of Calas Galadon is located in the southwest corner. There are many tall melon trees in the city, with watchtowers among the branches.The lord and wife of Lorraine lived on the largest tree, and there were many watchtowers and a hall around the trunk.

Thranduil climbed up the steps, the huge tree exuded soft light, and was beautifully dressed by the elves. At the end of the steps, it suddenly became clear, and the silver-white brilliance enveloped the entire hall, and the melodious singing of the elves came from not far away. , making this holy land more solemn and elegant.

"Mylady, Mylord, Suilaid (greetings)" Thranduil saluted heartily.

"Lesuilon (greetings)." Lady Galadriel was graceful and calm, and her beauty surpassed the limit of creatures. Her long golden hair dotted with silver threads was scattered behind her, and a precious gemstone on her forehead and her The white face complemented each other, she looked at Thranduil, with a kind smile, nodded slightly.Beside her was the lord of Celeborn, Ruyan Ninghe, with the tranquility after the storm in his blue eyes, seeing Thranduil caressing his heart, he returned the greeting.

"I'm taking the liberty to come here and disturb you. I hope Madam will forgive me." Thranduil sat in the guest seat under the guidance of Hadir. The hall surrounded by huge carved pillars could see the surrounding scenery, the green forest, The galloping waterfalls, layers of colorful clouds like oil paintings, and the sky dyed rose-colored by the sun are all whitening.It's a pity that Thranduil didn't have the leisure and elegance to appreciate the scenery. He took the teacup handed by the maid, pondered for a moment, and said, "I did have selfish intentions in the Battle of Glasgow, and it would be a real shame that I caused the loss of Lorraine's army and horses." I’m so sad, I apologize again, and I hope Madam will understand.”

Midrian stepped forward with the oak box and opened it in front of Madam Galadriel.

Full of rough gemstones, many of which are rare and rare in the world.

"I can understand your mood." Madam Galadriel smiled softly, that smile seemed to radiate brilliance, and compared with the gorgeous clouds in the sky, "I also sympathize with your experience... It's traumatic and it's the same for everyone."

"Thank you for your understanding..." Thranduil glanced at Midrian, who handed the box to Hadir.

"I still remember those years..." Madam Galadriel sighed softly, "You are very similar to your father, stubborn, stubborn, and competitive."

"Please remember."

"So, if you don't have something important, you won't pay a special visit." Galadriel smiled.

"If you need any help, just ask." Celeborn said.

"So, I won't hide anything anymore..." Thranduil lowered his eyes, "It's about Legolas..."

He slowly expressed his speculation and expectation, "I don't think this child will stay in Mandos, and I don't think he will be lost in the darkness. Perhaps, he was reincarnated, somewhere I don't know. where he was born, and I want to find him."

"The elves have always lived in a normal way. Since the child has already died, why are you so persistent in looking for it?" Galadriel turned her head.

"This is the only wish in this life, and I hope Madam will fulfill it." Thranduil got up and saluted.Leaving his arrogance and self-esteem far away, he only begged her as a father.

"Madam, I also think it's feasible. If this method can soothe His Majesty's wounds and bring him back to calm, it's not a bad idea." Celeborn said, "After all, not everyone can bear this kind of pain calmly."

Galadriel sighed, "It's not that I don't want to pry into the hidden cause and effect, but I have a hunch... This is by no means a perfect solution."

"I am willing to bear all the consequences." Thranduil's lips were pursed into a straight line, and his blue eyes suppressed infinite expectations.

Madam Gradriel stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed slowly, "Aeanírach (as you wish)..."

The three got up, followed Mrs. Galadriel out of the hall, walked through the dense bushes, and came to the small garden at the foot of the mountain. The bushes were trimmed neatly, and occasionally there were small pale pink flowers blooming. The grass was flat and soft. Like the best velvet, but the three of them didn't care to look at the beauty, they walked to Galadriel's magic mirror.

The water column fell from the pot and poured steadily into the magic mirror. Nanya between Galadriel's fingers exuded a soft radiance, and the ripples in the magic mirror gradually rose, layer upon layer, and a gray mist emerged. Thick black gradually appeared in the entire mirror image.The black seems to have life, they twist and struggle, weave and reciprocate, blend and flow with each other.

"What is this?" Thranduil couldn't help asking.

"I've never seen such a sight." Madam Galadriel dipped her hand into the water, and the black-soaked water immediately submerged her pale fingers.

The lady froze for a moment, her pupils constricted, and incredible surprise and confusion appeared on her face.

The black in the water gradually faded, the ripples gradually stopped, and Galadriel finally withdrew her hand.

"How is it?" Thranduil asked anxiously.

"I saw pain, heat, struggle, heartbreak..." She turned to Thranduil, "Very clear and intense emotions, but I can't see the surrounding scenery clearly, it seems to be a place restricted by magic..."

"Glasger?"

"I don't know where it is...but, in the end, everything returned to calm, the calm of nothingness." Madam shook her head wearily.

"what do you mean?"

Madam Galadriel opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Perhaps it can be understood as the tranquility after death."

"So……"

"This tranquility is so thin and empty. Perhaps it was as you expected. He was reincarnated and returned here again, but I'm not sure. There was no light in the water. I can't confirm the place of his rebirth." Madam sympathized Looking at Thranduil, "Are you still looking for it?"

"..." He suddenly looked away and looked towards the distant mountain. The elf's singing was floating intermittently in the wind. Such a peaceful and peaceful singing sound fell in Thranduil's ears, and there was a bit of determination to decline. "Yes, I will continue to search..." He looked back a little bit, showing a thin smile, "Search all the places where elves live, search every corner."

"You will get your wish." Madam Galadriel nodded.

"Thank you for your blessing, and I will stop bothering you from now on. If Madam has any orders, feel free to send someone to the jungle." Thranduil saluted again.

Celeborn watched Thranduil go away, "What are you hiding?"

"..." She sighed lightly, "Even if it's a misunderstanding, it's better than him being depressed all day long. As for the future, who can tell?"

"You're right." Celeborn nodded. "He's just a sad father. It's better to be comforted than to be broken alone."

The two held each other's hands silently, and the compassion and gentleness in their eyes were exactly the same.