Voice of Dragonland

PS: I said, father and son met each other~~ You can start to make up from here~~~————

"ADA!" Selosta ran into Thranduil's bedroom with a bright smile on her face.Thranduil looked back, was in a trance, and almost called out another name, he calmed down, and waved to Selosta, "Come here."

Selosta obediently sat in front of Seran, dimpled from her smile.

"You're more like your mother..." Thranduil looked at her for a long time, then smiled, "You're also similar in temperament."

"I've never seen Nana before." Cylostar tugged on Thranduil's sleeve, "I want to be like ADA~"

"Okay, like me." Thranduil patted the back of his hand dotingly, "How is the inspection going?"

"It's time for the Anguin River to be rehabilitated, otherwise it will easily swell in the rainy season." Selosta rolled his eyes, "The orc camp seems to be retreating a lot from before. I don't know what the hell is going on."

"Oh?" Thranduil looked at Selosta unexpectedly, "Everything they do has a hidden meaning, this time they suddenly retreat..."

"Yes, do you think they have some big conspiracy?" Selosta frowned, "Do you need to send more people to prevent it?"

"Let me think about it..." Thranduil stood up, the rusty thorn pattern on the brocade burqa was delicate and real, shining in the mild sunlight, Cylosta looked at his father, and felt that it wasn't just those who were shining. A tapestry of rusted gold and silver thread.

"Our soldiers and horses suffered huge losses in the battle 300 years ago. Now the orcs occupy the land closest to us. If we don't join forces, once the war starts, the dense forest will be the first front line, and the losses will be immeasurable."

"Who does the ADA think it can turn to for help?"

"Loryn." Thranduil looked back, "Let's go to Lorraine and meet Madam for a while."

"Okay, ADA." Selosta got up immediately, "I'll go get ready."

Thranduil and his second son visit Lorraine again.

The melon trees are still luxuriant, and the songs of the elves are still ethereal and melodious.

Selostar was very curious about everything here. He looked at these huge trees soaring into the sky, the palaces built on top of the trees, and the delicate decorations that glowed with light.

"Lesuilon." Thranduil stroked his heart.

Selosta hurriedly looked away, and saluted with her father.

"Suilon." Galadriel smiled gently, "Son, let me see what you look like."

Selosta raised her head, showing a lively smile unique to young elves, "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Madam's smile was a little more loving, "What a good boy."

"Mrs. Meng praises it." Thranduil sat down in the guest seat following the guidance of the maid.

After a couple of pleasantries, let's cut to the topic.

"My dense forest is located behind the land where the orcs are entrenched. It has been disturbed. For hundreds of years, there have been constant battles. Although there is damage, it is also regarded as a matter of course. However, recently the orc camp has retreated dozens of miles for no reason. I am afraid it is not auspicious. Sign, I'm here to hear Madam Zhuo Jian." Thranduil said in a deep voice.

Galadriel understood Thranduil's implication, and inquired carefully about the recent movements of the orcs.

Selosta listened for a while, but the content of the conversation was quite boring, and the scenery of Lorraine was so beautiful, his eyes quietly moved to the jungle beyond the pillars.

"If you like this place, you can take a look around." Galadriel looked back with gentle eyes, "I still have something to talk to your father about."

"Yes ma'am." Selosta turned her gaze to Thranduil, and seeing that he had no objection, she saluted and withdrew.

"He looks fine." Madam smiled at Thranduil.

"Thank you Madam for your point." Thranduil nodded, "I was lucky enough to find him."

"This is the fate between you." The lady lowered her eyes, "May Vera's blessings be with you."

Thranduil caressed.

Everything about Lorraine is very special, whether it is the mellon trees planted by his wife or the exquisite and magical volley buildings, they all make him feel novel and interesting. He walked along and looked at these wonders curiously.A snow-white little rabbit jumped out of the grass, glanced at Selosta, and quickly jumped into the short trees. The snow-white figure flashed and disappeared.

Selosta suddenly became playful, and ran after the rabbit into the depths of the jungle.

"Young son is naughty, I don't know where to go to be naughty at this time." After reaching an initial agreement, Thranduil glanced at the sun that was about to set, and said with a smile, "I made Madam laugh."

"It's better for the child to be lively." Mrs. Galadriel looked at him softly, "There is still some time before the dinner, you can rest as you like, excuse me."

Thranduil watched his wife leave, frowned slightly, and walked down the corridor, looking for Selosta.

It was dinner time at this time, and the servants and maidservants who served the lord and his wife lined up to receive their dinners. The lines were divided into several lines, neat and orderly. At the end of a certain line was an ugly guy who was incompatible with the appearance of the elves. .

"Here, here you are." The cooking elf handed him two rice balls.

"Thank you." The ugly guy took it with his head down, and staggered towards the stable.

An elf hurriedly ran towards him and bumped into him.

The ugly guy's left hand was surprisingly big, but not very flexible. The elf bumped it recklessly, and the rice ball in his hand rolled to the ground, covered with dust.

"I'm sorry~" The elf didn't look back, and ran away on his own.

The ugly guy knelt down slowly, picked up the two dirty rice balls, and continued walking towards the stable.

"Hey, if it's dirty, replace it with two rice balls!" An elf behind him shouted at him, "You eat dirty things too?"

The ugly guy didn't look back and kept going.

Even in the past hundred years, he still remembers the experience of eating moss and mushrooms, and the pain of hunger, which are deeply etched in his mind like a knife.

The elves gather together to eat in twos and threes. On such occasions, the ugly guy never joins in. He knows that his appearance is disgusting, and he doesn't mean to affect other people's appetites. He just walks to the stable by himself, looking for Leaning against a tree, he sat on the ground.Holding the rice ball, regardless of the dust sticking to it, he put it into his mouth calmly one by one.

Time is a terrible thing, it obliterates his hope little by little, steals away his desire little by little, without bloodshed, but it makes people feel ashamed.

In the past few years, he would find his wife and inquire about the progress. After getting helpless sighs again and again, he became indifferent. The magic that even his wife could not solve was beyond human power. There is a way to go.

And that back...

He searched every elf in Lorraine, no, no, none of them can overlap with the image in his mind, he is not here...

Subconsciously chewing and swallowing, but he didn't taste the taste of the food in his mouth. The huge loss in his heart was pressed down heavily, and he couldn't breathe. He could give up himself, but he couldn't let go of the figure in his heart. He could forget Everything, but unwilling to forget those about his past. In 100 years, 200 years, even 1000 years, the obsession that he can't let go is here alone.

Those desires for him have never faded with the passage of time, this obsession tormented him, he couldn't eat or sleep, and couldn't sleep at night.

The sound of the hem of the clothes rubbing against the blades of grass was heard, approaching here.

The ugly guy glanced back and was stunned.

It was a strange elf, tall and slender, dressed in a silver-gray robe with a waist inlaid with silver thread, and a crown made of branches and berries on his head. His face was calm and indifferent, and his eyes were sharp. It still shines from the eyes, making people afraid to look directly.

Let’s not talk about these things.He...beautiful...

It is not the pure beauty of Lady Galadriel, nor the natural beauty of the elves, but the natural domineering and extremely elegant noble beauty.

The ugly guy withdrew his gaze, stuffed the remaining rice balls into his mouth bit by bit, and tried to shrink his body, hoping that he didn't see him, hoping that he wouldn't notice his appearance.

Thranduil searched around, but still didn't see Selosta's shadow, so he found the stable, thinking, maybe this kid came to tease the big horned deer.

But there was no sign of the boy in the stable.

His gaze swept over the big tree next to the stable. Under the tree, a coarse clothed elf curled up, his back turned to him, and seemed to be eating.

He took two steps forward, "Excuse me..."

The ugly guy shuddered and didn't look back.

"Did you see an elf come here? A young elf with blond hair." Thranduil asked.

The ugly guy shook his head.

"Why don't you turn around?" Seran frowned, "Didn't anyone teach you manners?"

The ugly guy had no choice but to stand up and slowly raised his head, "I haven't seen anyone here before."

Seran's eyes twitched, he never thought that an elf would grow up like this.

A dark, scarred face, eversioned eyelids that cannot be closed, brown, slightly vicissitudes of melancholy eyes, a rough voice like a knife scraping a rock...not to mention his twisted spine and deformed arms.

"I'm sorry." Thranduil nodded, without any disgust or disgust in his eyes, "Excuse me, if you see him, please tell me that his father is looking for him."

After speaking, he turned and left, leaving the ugly guy behind.

The figure from the back that appeared in the dream overlapped with the figure of Thranduil, and they fit perfectly.

"No..." The ugly guy stared at his back and murmured, "It can't be such a coincidence..."

He stared blankly, watching the figure slowly move forward, with blond hair smoothly covering his shoulders, wide shoulders and narrow waist, slender and straight...

"It's not him..." The eagerness in the ugly guy's eyes gradually faded, "It can't be him... How could I have such a noble lover..."

The wind passed through the woods quietly, picked up a green leaf, and swirled and fell downwards. The ugly guy's eyes were inexplicably red, but he didn't know why he was so heartbroken.

"ADA!" Selosta jumped out of the jungle, holding a snow-white rabbit in her arms, "Look~"

Thranduil glanced at the rabbit indifferently, "Why have you been here for so long?"

"Here you are." Selosta took out a handful of red fruit from her bosom, and handed it to Thranduil, "It's very sweet."

The former Thranduil would never let go of the king's airs to accept wild fruit snacks that were rare for children, but since he had Cylosta, he has changed, become tolerant and easy-going.

He squeezed a fruit from Selosta's hand and put it in his mouth, "It's very sweet."

Seeing the smile on her father's lips, Selosta laughed happily, "Is it~"

"The dinner party is about to begin." Thranduil held his wrist, "Madam and Lord cannot be kept waiting for us."

"Yes." Selosta hurriedly placed the rabbit on the grass at her feet, "Goodbye, it's time for you to go home."