Voice of Dragonland

PS: Anyway, after all, I am home~ The road ahead, even if it is difficult, is going towards HE, step by step.

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"Don't be naughty these few days, and practice swordsmanship after your hands are better." Thranduil sat on the throne, looking down at Cylosta.

"Yes, ADA." Selosta sat on the steps at his feet, smiling warmly.

"Go to the bedroom and rest."

"Ada, I can't sleep alone."

"I still have some documents to look at, you go to the bedroom first." Thranduil smiled at him gently. Over the years, he has long been used to being a pampering father.

"Then you want to come." Selosta got up and walked along the curved corridor to the bedroom.

"Gallian." Seran lowered his eyes for a moment and called.

"Your Majesty." Gallian stepped forward to salute.

"I brought back an elf from Lorraine, you can arrange a job for him, let him..." Thranduil paused, and the ugly guy's chaotic eyes flashed in his mind, "Let him stay in the palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gallian immediately walked out of the hall.

The ugly guy stayed in the care of the wounded.

Galian heard that this elf was ugly, but he didn't know that he could be so ugly, so he took a breath and shook his head, "How to arrange this, not only is the appearance in the palace beautiful, at least the facial features must be correct ~"

The ugly guy stood in front of Gallian silently with his back bent, watching him pacing back and forth in confusion, talking to himself.

"Where is the right place to arrange it? Front hall? Grand Duke Midrian will strangle me with his belt in the morning, right? Back to bed? Those timid maids will come crying to me to change the guard... It doesn't fit anywhere Ah, is Your Majesty trying to embarrass me to death? Or let him be the supervisor, and I can still wander around the world with a package on my back... No, I have to be tied back by Fei Lun and hanged at the gate of the city for public display... My late emperor, if you are alive, please point me to a path that will not be punished, but also conform to His Majesty's wishes~" Galian chattered, patting his forehead from time to time.

"Did I embarrass you?" whispered the ugly fellow.

The rough voice made Galian slap harder, "No, no, no, it's not your fault."

"I can go to the stables, that's what I do in Lorraine."

"But His Majesty let you stay in the palace, that is, under his nose." Gallian stopped suddenly, his eyes sparkling, "That's right! Under his nose! Haha!"

The ugly guy watched Galian jump in place, and happily patted his shoulder, "Young man, the post of guard in front of His Majesty's throne is entrusted to you."

"Such an important job..." The ugly guy said in confusion, "You just... leave it to me?"

"Huh? Is there a problem?" Gallian blinked, "I know that airtight suit of armor is very heavy and hot, but that's the only job that suits you, so just bear with it, we have a very fast changing of the guard here. Qin, I can't stand for several hours a day."

"The problem is..." The ugly guy made a gesture, "I don't even know my origin, so you put me next to the king like this?"

Galian smiled, "The main function of the guard is just to deter. He wants to assassinate His Majesty..." He shook his head, "That's because you think too much."

The ugly guy recalled the appearance of Thranduil killing the enemy with a knife, and nodded slowly, "He is very powerful."

"He's stronger than you know." Gallian lowered his shoulders relaxedly, "Let's go, I'll help you arrange another place to live."

The servants and soldiers in the dense forest were all mixed together, ten people lived in a large dormitory, and Galian took the ugly guy around, causing a lot of commotion.

"Master Galian, may Vera grant you bright eyes, so that you can see the good and evil, beauty and ugliness of this world. If you can't tell the difference, we are happy to tell you that elves will never live in the same room with orcs Yes." A Xifan soldier said with his neck stuck.

Galian lowered his face, "Vera will naturally tell whether he is good or evil, whether he is an elf or an orc. I still want to beg the great Vera to give you a pair of eyes to distinguish right from wrong. Of course, it seems too late now."

The ugly guy didn't say a word, and stood behind Gallian with his head bowed. He didn't feel uncomfortable for the blatant exclusion. He had encountered many situations like this.

However, the attitude of each dormitory was so determined that the elves felt offended, and they protested solemnly and fiercely.So much so that Galian couldn't make them surrender even if he took on the identity of the supervisor.The ugly guy's head hung lower, and a small hole was broken in his self-confident heart. The thick inferiority complex and grievance spread along the gap, making his steps even heavier.

With a dark face, Galian led the ugly guy all the way to the bottom corner of the dormitory.

"There is still a single room here." Gallian took out the key and handed it to the ugly guy, "It's wrong for you to live alone."

"It doesn't matter." The ugly guy took the key and opened the lock with his head down.

"What's your name?" Galian watched as he pinched the lock with his deformed left hand, and slowly unlocked it with the key. The way he bowed and bent made people feel unbearable.

"Ugly." The voice was dull and gritty.

"It's not a name."

"That's what everyone calls me."

"You came to the jungle because..."

"I want to find someone."

"Who?"

"my sweetheart."

"Oh?" Gallian leaned against the door with his chest folded. "What's her name? What does she look like?"

"I...don't remember." The lock was corroded, and the door hadn't been opened for a long time. The ugly guy was not in a hurry, and continued to turn the key patiently.

"Then how do you find it?" Gallian shook his head.

"He must be... the most beautiful elf." The lock in his hand was unlocked in response, and the door opened slowly with a creak, and a damp musty smell came over his face.The small single room, with mottled and dirty walls, no windows, and a dark interior, seems to be the worst room in the entire underground kingdom.

"Well, clean it up yourself, no one has lived here for a long time." Galian smiled awkwardly, "Also, let me ask."

"You say."

"Most beautiful elf... you're kidding, aren't you?"

The ugly guy finally raised his head and looked straight at Gallian, his brown eyes were as sharp as a sword, "I don't have any."

"Hmm~" Galian Bibi's room, "You should be busy, I still have things to do."

The ugly guy turned around and entered the room without thanking him.

It was dark and damp, with a low ceiling. He lit the oil lamp on the wall, and under the dim light, this humble room appeared in front of him.

A stone bed covered with moldy straw, a three-legged chest that wouldn't close, a mottled table, an old armchair, and nothing else.

He sighed, shook his body, and walked out. He needed clean straw to replace the rotten grass on the bed, and a rag and water to clean the dusty tabletop and cabinet.

"Ugly guy, Lord Galian asked me to bring it to you." An elf handed him a bundle, and before he looked up, he hurried away as if avoiding the plague.

There are clean bedding, clothes and even daily necessities such as cups and bowls in the burden.The ugly guy smiled and turned back to the room.

The dormitory is filled with the smell of lavender, peaceful and quiet. A few rays of moonlight seep through the window, falling on the transparent curtains. Several large amber lamps have been extinguished, leaving only a small lamp at the bedside, shining on the velvet thin bed on the big bed. The exposed face.

Thranduil stepped forward lightly, seeing that the person was sleeping soundly, he gently closed the quilt, and a loving smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Lightly lifted the thin quilt, lay down slowly, and closed her eyes.

The fast horse galloped, the green on both sides faded rapidly, and the person in front of him could only see the fluttering blond hair clearly.Thranduil urged the big horned deer to run up, "Stop!"

The predecessor looked back sideways, revealing a mischievous smile.

"Don't run away!" He said anxiously, constantly urging the big horned deer to chase the figure that was fading away.

"ADA is here to chase~" The crisp voice came from afar.

"Stop! Now!" Seeing that there was a cliff in front of him, the child didn't intend to turn or stop at all.

In a hurry, he stretched out his arms and grabbed the vines hanging from the treetops, and swung forward with all his strength. He stretched out his arms as hard as he could, and almost, almost reached his arm!

"ADA!!" The horse stumbled, and the frightened little face flashed before his eyes.

"!" He let go of the vine and jumped down the cliff with him.

The palm stretched forward, and finally grasped his wrist, and the other hand clung to the rock, barely stopping the slide, "It's okay, Selosta, ADA has caught you!"

He looked down eagerly.

Who is that slowly raised face?

"Ada..." It's Legolas!Those blue eyes were full of pain, looking at him sadly and desperately.

"..." Thranduil trembled his lips, unable to speak, the tingling pain in his heart was like boiling water, and the pain was too much to live.

"I'm sorry..." He raised the dagger in his hand, determined and firm.

"No!!! Don't!!!" Thranduil shook his head violently, tears welled up in his eyes, "Please don't..."

"Goodbye..." The dagger flashed a cold light, and the tragic scene in memory was about to be staged.

Thranduil resolutely let go of the hand that was holding onto the cliff, and hugged Legolas tightly with both hands, "If the ending is what I know...I choose...not to let go of your hand..."

"No...you chose...not me..." A cold light flashed, and the sharp knife was pierced into the heart.Blood spewed out, dyeing the world red...

"Legolas!!!!" Thranduil woke up suddenly, his heart was beating wildly, his back was wet with sweat, leaving a sticky ice cold.

"ADA...what's the matter with you?" Selosta sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking at him in a daze.

"Sylostata..." Thranduil reached out and pulled him into his arms, gently stroking his smooth hair.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He obediently fell into Thranduil's arms and asked softly.

"Yes."

"What did you dream about?"

"..."

"Gallian said that if you have a nightmare, you have to tell it so that it won't come true."

"Really?" There was a wry smile from the corner of his mouth. The nightmare had already come true. What's the point of telling it now?

"ADA, was it Prince Legolas you called just now?" Selosta looked up at his father quietly.

"You heard me wrong." Thranduil smiled gently, "Go to sleep."

Selosta didn't ask any more questions, and lay down next to her father obediently.

Thranduil has a special fragrance, which is faint and pleasant to smell. Selosta got closer, and this fragrance is a little bit stronger. It belongs to his temperature, and it is conveyed through the thin cloth. It's warm and comfortable.So he turned his body sideways and pressed against his father tightly.

Thranduil opened his eyes, looking at the nothingness, the pain in his heart didn't ease, but intensified, even the child next to him couldn't heal the heart-piercing pain. Golas's eyes were clear and handsome, but full of sadness.And I can no longer go back to the past and hold him tightly...

The ugly guy spent a lot of time tidying up the small house to make it habitable. The strange environment, the depressing space, and the pain from the wound on his back made him unable to sleep.

He got up and hunched his back, looked around, and finally found a carbon head under the cabinet.There was a trace of surprise in his cloudy eyes, and he walked to the mottled wall in a few steps, and carefully drew the back figure with one stroke.Long flowing hair, broad shoulders and narrow hips, slender and straight legs.

"A place with you is like home..." He gently stroked the back, "I was hurt, it hurts a lot, will you worry about me?"

Surrounded by silence, he continued, "Are you worried? Are you going to blame me? You don't know... How much I miss... Hearing you complain about me..." Tiredly, he pressed his face against the wall, "Even if it's swearing It's better for me to eat...it's better than me, facing the cold wall all night..."