Voice of Dragonland

PS: You can wait for Ye Zi to come home~

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Losing direction, Legolas dragged his heavy body, and slowly walked towards the world beyond Glasgow. The sunlight dragged his figure long, with bent legs, bent spine, deformed Arm, he is ugly, but the happiness brought by the free air has already diluted his own defects, and compared with freedom, these are not so important.

He plunged into the jungle happily, rolled on the grass, hugged the big tree, talked nonsense excitedly, stroked the flowers, and praised them without hesitation, he lay in the soft pine needles, watching happily through the branches and leaves. Under the sunlight, the figure from behind broke in for no reason, hurting his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, caressing in emptiness, "Who are you?" He heard his rough voice asking in doubt, "Who are you to me?" He couldn't answer himself, but looked at the mottled light sadly, "Why does it hurt?" Why did he feel heart-piercing pain when he looked at this back?

A pair of small birds flew past his sight, they chased each other, played, and lingered, and the crisp chirping fell to the ground, and Legolas watched them fly away thoughtfully.

He felt in a trance that this was love, the only magical word in this world that could describe such a feeling. "Are you my love?" he asked.

No one could answer him.

"Is it... I lost you?" He murmured, "Have you... found me? Have you? I'm locked in a magical place... Do you know that?"

Heartache, like a saw pulling back and forth on soft flesh, bloody and bloody.

"Where are you...my love..." He screamed with all his strength, digging his hands into the ground, his throat clucked, and the hoarse sobs sounded intermittently, "I am here...I am here..."

He continued to walk aimlessly forward. He wanted to find the owner of the back, but he didn't know where to start.Just stubborn and stubborn towards one direction, keep moving forward.

The forest was low and lush, he was barefoot, the clothes on his body had long been torn into strips, ragged and out of shape, his smooth blond hair was messed up behind his head, he looked like a monster.

A large net came down without warning.

Legolas leaped forward swiftly, jumping out of the range of the big net several times one after another.He wanted to run as soon as he pulled his legs, but a dense array of spears poked in front of him, the nearest one was only ten centimeters away from his toes.

"Catch it!" a dwarf shouted loudly with a fluffy face.

Legolas lowered his hands, looking indisputable.

"Orc?" The dwarves tied his hands with rope.

"I am a spirit."

Several dwarves looked at each other and laughed loudly, "Come on, you look like this, you will be discriminated against among the orcs."

Legolas was taken to Durin in a prison wagon.The dwarves did not mistreat him, and even gave him some fresh food.

"Do you really think you're an elf? Don't think that all those with long hair are elves, or maybe they're mutated orcs~" The dwarves joked about him, but he didn't argue, and ate his food in silence.

Durin, the kingdom of dwarves, has huge mines, a rich forging market, and bustling crowds.Legolas looked out from the prison wagon, his eyes full of longing for the crowd.

"What is this?" A dwarf knocked on the prison cart.

"The captured orc thought he was an elf~" the dwarves burst into laughter, bold and hearty.

"Really..." The dwarf glanced at the prison car, "Let's go."

"Togg!" Legolas blurted out.

The dwarf was startled, "What did you say?"

"Tug! You are Tug!" Legolas leaned towards the vent of the prison car, "I know you!"

"You?" Tuge narrowed his eyes, and there was no face in his mind that could merge with the orc in front of him, "Have you seen me?"

"Yes! I've seen you!" Legolas rolled his eyes vigorously, "Magic... Imprisonment!"

"How could I not have killed you?" Tu Ge said coldly.

"I'm not an orc! I'm an elf! Imgelirceniadlín! (I'm glad to see you again.)"

Tuge narrowed his eyes, "Elf?"

Legolas nodded.

"You look like an orc through and through." Tugg shrugged, "It's very important to master a foreign language in this day and age."

Legolas wanted to say something, but Tu Ge waved the carriage to drive into the city.

"Elves?" Tugg murmured, "Maybe."

Legolas went to another prison.

The dungeon environment of the dwarves is messy, but Legolas likes the mess, because the mess means popularity, which means that he is not the only creature here.

Occasionally, mice would sneak into the dungeon, and Legolas would share his food with them. Occasionally, birds would land on the vent, and he would sing to them with the song of elves.Compared with the dead caves of Glasgow, this place is not a torment.

Day after day.Legolas was interrogated repeatedly. In fact, he didn't know what the orcs were doing, but he knew that, and he was subconsciously unwilling to tell the dwarves.

"Hey~" One drowsy afternoon, Legolas was awakened by a call.He staggered to the prison door.

"Follow me." The door opened cautiously, and Tuge appeared at the door.

Bypassing the guards and the city gate, they came to a woodland.

"Go in this direction, keep going, it is the territory of elves, if you are really elves, you should go back there and be with them." Tugg folded his arms, "Dwarves have always disliked elves, of course, we prefer Hate orcs."

"Why do you believe that I'm not an orc?" Legolas looked in that direction, slowly growing desire in his heart.

"There is no orc like you." Tuge raised his chin, "If it's hard to tell from the outside, at least the heart can."

Legolas didn't know that Tugg would often go to the dungeon to observe his every move, he just looked at him gratefully, "Thank you, Tugg."

"Let's go." Tugg handed a small package to Legolas, "dry food and clean clothes, maybe a bit inappropriate, but..." He compared the cloth strips on Legolas, "still It's better to be careful."

Legolas smiled, but his smile was scarier than any expression, "Thank you."

Legolas embarked on a journey, the land of elves, is he also there?Will he be able to find everything he lost when he gets there?He trembled a little with excitement, and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he climbed over one mountain after another and passed through patches of jungle before he finally arrived at the land of the elves.

In the distance, he could hear the singing of the elves, ancient and melodious, he stopped, washed himself by the stream, and changed into the clothes Tug had prepared for him.

In the coarse cloth coat, the thick arm was tightly stretched, and the slender arm dangled, looking weird and funny, but the clean clothes made him look less scary after all.

He stepped into the forest, where the golden mellon trees towered into the sky, and the singing of the elves lingered endlessly.

"Stop!" An arrow was aimed at his temple, and the owner of the arrow shouted, "Who is it?"

Legolas looked back slowly, suppressing the great excitement in his heart, looking at the other party's pointed ears, long blond hair, and face that was not stained with lead dust, and replied in the most gentle voice, "I am an elf."

On the stairs winding around the huge trees, there is a beautiful building. Mrs. Galadriel is sitting on the chair, looking at Legolas curiously.

"Come here." She waved lightly.

Legolas stepped forward obediently, and saluted his wife in front of his wife.

Madam's fingers lightly landed on his arm, frowning, "This is..."

Legolas quietly lowered his head, quietly waiting for his wife to speak.

"I've never seen such magic..." Galadriel stood up, "Do you know who cast the magic on you?"

"I don't know..." Legolas shook his head lightly, "I have no memory of the past...I don't know where I was born, who my parents were...the only thing I'm sure of is that I'm an elf..."

"Yes, you are an elf." Madam Galadriel nodded, "You can stay in Lorraine, and I will try to unlock the magic on you."

"Thank you Ma'am..." His voice trembled a little. He found the joy of his fellow clan and the hope of dispelling the magic. All of this was as beautiful as a dream.

"But..." Madam paused, "You may be wronged to live alone, and I will ask someone to arrange it for you."

Legolas naturally understood that his unusual appearance would cause trouble, and he was grateful for Lady Galadriel's arrangements.So he bowed deeply, "Thank you for taking in..."

The night in Luolin is quiet and peaceful, and the moonlight shines through the branches and leaves in the woodland.Legolas was lying in the hut built on the tree, thinking quietly, "Isn't it, soon, I will find you? Do you... remember me?"

He stroked the back figure drawn with branches on the wall and said softly, "Yes, you will..."

Legolas stayed in Lorraine and took care of the horses. He was looking forward to the day when his wife found him and said that there was a way to undo the magic on him and retrieve his lost memories.With the passage of time, this hope gradually faded, and finally sank into the bottom of my heart.

Lorraine's elves didn't like Legolas. They called him an ugly guy. After all, his appearance was far from the elegant and noble elves. These mischievous elves liked to tease him and do some pranks.

Legolas never lost his temper or showed displeasure because of these. He knew the horror of being alone, and he didn't mind being entertained by these elves.

Over time, everyone got used to calling him ugly and making fun of his ugliness and hoarse voice.

"Ugly guy, what did you draw?" An elf passed by the stable, curiously watching the ugly guy draw a back figure stroke by stroke.

"My love." The ugly guy's voice was still as gritty as ever, and he meticulously depicted the back, pious and focused.

"This..." The elf stared at it for a while, "From the perspective of the back, everyone is similar. What does your lover look like?"

"I don't remember..." The ugly guy stroked the back with his hand, "But I believe, he must be the most beautiful elf..."

"Pfft...you are quite ambitious~" the elf laughed, "but it's true, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, maybe you are the most beautiful in his eyes~ hehehehe..."

The ugly guy smiled faintly, still gently stroking the back.

The joke about the ugly guy having a beautiful lover spread throughout Lorraine. After laughing, the elves couldn't help sympathizing with the poor ugly guy, and fewer and fewer people bullied him.

As time went by, the ugly guy stayed in Lorraine, living silently, aimlessly looking for the figure carved into his bones and blood.