Voice of Dragonland

PS: Your curious second son is here~

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The maple leaves turned red and fell, and grew again. This went on and on more than a dozen times. Thranduil traveled to various elf residences in Middle-earth, visiting the newborn babies one by one.

Rivendell, Lorraine, the dense forest, and even the remote depths of the jungle, it is not difficult to find his whereabouts. Time after time, year after year, the Elven King is persistently looking for the reincarnation of Legolas. He firmly believes that The child will return to him, so he embarks on a long journey of searching.

After the Battle of Glasgow, Middle-earth became more and more peaceful. Babbert and his orc army lay dormant quietly in Mordor, without any movement.The elves, humans, and dwarves traded with each other, and gradually forgot about that terrible battle and those horrible demons.

Such a hundred years.

Thranduil still did not give up hope. Once Rivendell and Lorraine had a newborn, they would always invite him to the banquet. They always walked with hope and returned with disappointment. Those fresh little creatures are so cute. Some of them are like angels, but none of them are waiting for him.

"Your Majesty." Gallian hurried into the dormitory, pushed the door open with great force, hit the porch, and made a loud bang, but he didn't apologize, and couldn't wait to say, "Rodley, the Elf of Xivale in the east of the dense forest Ya gave birth to a child not long ago."

"Really, send my blessings and gifts." Thranduil flipped through the notepad in his hand, and responded lightly.

"But……"

"how?"

"Rhodelia and her husband are both Sivar elves, and their ancestors have no history of intermarriage with Sinda..." Gallian's voice trembled a little.

"What did you say?" Thranduil raised his eyes, staring at the excited Galian.

"That child has blond hair and blue eyes..." Gallian suppressed his excitement, "Would you like to...go and see?"

Thranduil stood up abruptly, and the notebook in his hand fell to the ground with a slight slap.

He took two quick steps, his voice couldn't keep up with his pace, and he fell far behind, "Prepare a generous gift, go now."

"Yes, myking." Gallian hurriedly followed the king's footsteps.

Thranduil came to Rhodelia's underground room with a generous gift.

It was a world built under the roots of a huge red beech tree. The ingenious Rhodelia decorated the roots hanging from the top with beautiful ribbons. Most of the furniture in the room was woven from vines, dotted with small The flowers and the flames on the wall cast a warm light on the whole space, making it warm and cozy.

Thranduil looked at this place gently, and Galian stepped forward, "The king came to bless the newborn. I hope to see the child in person and bless him."

Apart from being surprised, this adult elf was also deeply disturbed. She naturally heard that the king was looking for his reincarnated prince, and it just so happened that her child looked like a pure Sindarin elf for no reason.

She pinched the hem of her clothes and had to turn sideways to let Wang approach her cradle made of soft vines. She was so nervous and anxious, staring at Wang's face, hoping that he would finally show a disappointed expression. After giving them blessings leave.

As Wang approached, her heart beat so fast that it almost burst out of her chest.

She didn't know that Wang Zheng was just like her, his heart was beating fast, and he even had to stop to stabilize the crazy heartbeat.The childish voice of the baby in the cradle came out softly, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Thranduil finally stepped forward, staring at the face no bigger than a palm.

With a small, delicate face and waving fists, the moment he saw Thranduil he laughed, revealing his delicate gums.

Those blue eyes, as clear as streams after the spring snow melts, that so familiar smile...

Thranduil gently stretched out his hand, and lightly touched that face with the back of his finger, with such a sad smile on his face, "You're back?"

The child's smile was even worse, and he waved his little fist vigorously.

"You bad boy... Are you willing to come back?" Wang stretched out his hand, hugged him, and put his cheek against his soft face, "ADA has worked so hard to find you..."

Rhodelia stared blankly at Wang holding her child, seeing him looking at that little face so affectionately, "Your Majesty, thank you for your love for him...he just had milk, and now he is afraid It's time to pee, please give him to me..."

Thranduil didn't seem to hear Rhodelia's call at all, and looked at the small face by himself, "Just come back..."

Rhodelia's heart sank, and she stumbled towards the king, but Galian grabbed her arm, "Take a step to speak."

Rhodelia was dragged to the door by Galian in a drowsy state, "Your child is the reincarnation of a prince, this is your honor."

She watched Galian's lips opening and closing in a numb manner, her heart felt like hot oil rolling over her, and she was so painful that she couldn't react.

"You will enjoy noble treatment and receive royal support." Gallian continued.

"I want my child..." She trembled her lips, "I will not sell my child for money and honor..."

"Rhodia, look..." Galian pointed in the direction of the king, "Is that really your child? He doesn't look like you or your husband in any way!"

Rhodelia looked back, the tears in her eyes blurred her vision, she saw Wang gently kissing that small face, and she saw the joy of lost and found on Wang's face.

"No... Your Majesty, you can't take him away!!" She screamed and rushed over, tears rolling down her face, her voice distorted and out of tune, "This is my child, not a reincarnation...Your Majesty, you can't take him away... ..."

She grabbed the hem of his robe, raised her face and looked at Thranduil.

At that moment, she forgot to cry.

There are occasional wolves in the dense forest. Rhodelia once surrounded and suppressed the raging wolves. It was a snowy winter. She chased an injured adult wolf all the way to a remote bush. The wolf still tried to move forward, turning back and howling from time to time A few sounds, leading her deeper, she was suspicious, turned back to the place where the battle was fought, and found a litter of newborn wolf cubs and a dying female wolf in the grass, the injured adult wolf followed her all the way, seeing When she found the wolf cub, she even jumped up, pretending to be crazy, and slammed her head against the tree trunk, time and time again, her head was bleeding.As if to say, "Come on, come get me, I'm going to die soon! I can't escape!"

She turned to look at the female wolf. It obviously didn't have the strength to take the opportunity to divert the wolf cub, so it could only stare quietly into her eyes. What kind of eyes did that look?That is the look in the eyes of desperately fighting to the death, that is the madness of a mother who is willing to turn all her flesh and blood into a shield wall to protect her young son, that is the courage of knowing that she must die but still brazenly defending herself!

She didn't hurt them in the end, she retreated under this look.

But now, her king, the great king of the jungle, is looking at her with exactly the same eyes, as if he was not the one who was robbed and forced to separate, but him...

In his eyes, she saw madness, despair, and the determination of parents to stick to their beloved son.

She gave up at that moment, not because she didn't have a firm heart to love her son, but because she understood that no matter what, the king would never let go. This child cannot be kept by her own efforts.Perhaps giving up is the wisest choice.

In 2879 of the Third Age, Thranduil, King of the Jungle, announced the birth of his second son, named Selostar (Dawn).

Legolas opened his eyes again, surrounded by shadows, he stared blankly at the faintly flickering light spots on the rock wall, and wondered the chaos in his mind, who is he?where is thisHe was ignorant, but vaguely felt fear, a huge pain that could not be expressed in words once ran over his whole body, making his life worse than death.

He slowly got up and walked forward while holding onto the rock wall. His twisted spine made his gait look funny and messy. He walked very slowly, trying to sort out the chaos in his mind.But they were like a ball of wool, he thought he had caught the end of the thread, but found that they were knotted and could not twitch at all...

"..." He raised his head and saw the dragon.

The huge mountain-like dragon body hovered and lay prone, with its eyes closed and deep sleep.

Legolas backed away in panic, instinctively aware of the horror of the dragon.

He didn't know why he was here, but he knew he had to go.

He tried to climb the rock wall, looking for gaps. There are many gaps in the rocks here, interconnected like spider webs.He climbed along the gap, letting the sharp rock cut his body.Tried to go out again and again.

However, no matter which direction he climbed, he ended up returning to the same place, where all the gaps only meandered around the cave, but none of them led to the outside.

Legolas was hungry and thirsty, so he had no choice but to go back to the small pool, picked up the water and drank greedily, the water dripped from between his fingers, and he saw his reflection in the water.

There were ravines and ravines on the unhealed face, and several huge scars pulled the skin and wrinkled it together, causing one eyelid to stick and turn out, making it impossible to close... He covered his face, feeling unspeakable despair in his heart, so deep , so heavy.A strange voice roared and screamed in his heart. He grabbed his hair and bowed his head deeply. A drop of turbid tears fell into the pool and disappeared.

Time is meaningless to the dark underground, and he has no concept of time, but the dragon has been sleeping, and he has been looking for a way out in the gap, the feeling of hunger follows him like a shadow, and his stomach twitches Pain, drinking water can not get rid of the extreme hunger, he anxiously climbed in the gap, struggling to find the way out.

For a long, long time, his stomach was numb and his movements were slow. He still couldn't find a way out, but he found mushrooms and moss in the cracks, and he devoured them greedily, piece by piece, "To live...to live... ..." A voice repeatedly urged in his ear.

In this dark underground, Legolas struggled to support himself. He didn't know why he persisted, and he didn't know why he was desperate, but the severe pain in his heart never stopped.

When he is very tired, he will quietly lean against the rock wall in a daze. He knows that he has forgotten, forgotten very, very important people, very, very important things. There is always a figure in his mind, hidden behind the fog, Whenever he wanted to get closer or try to clear the fog, the bursting pain would flood out of his brain, drowning everything.

He thought, as long as he finds that person, maybe there will be an answer to all this.And before that, he had to live.