Voice of Dragonland

"Your Highness wants to participate in this battle?" Serophon held the wine glass and sat side by side with Selosta on the steps of the training room.The blade of the sword was full of nicks, and it was casually thrown at his feet, and a jug of chilled Dovinin was placed on the tray.The training room was filled with a faint smell of wine, and the serious atmosphere was diluted. Both of them relaxed and chatted with each other.

"That's right." Selosta shook her head mockingly, "I want to work hard and be the striker for my father."

"Excuse me." Serofen raised her head and downed a large glass of wine. The cool liquid slid down her thirsty throat and reached her stomach all the way. The jug refilled the cup, "Your Majesty will not allow you to go out."

"Even if I'm a qualified fighter?" Selosta imitated his appearance, took a big gulp of wine, the slightly spicy liquid coldly ran across his throat and burned his stomach, feeling a kind of masochistic pleasure.He coughed lightly and frowned.

"He won't allow you to take any chances." Xerophon shrugged. "Since... he has never been the same again."

"Since?" Selosta caught on to the point Serophon was going to vaguely pass.

"The former prince fell." Serophon took another sip of wine, his eyes were vicissitudes and lonely, "It seems to be a supreme honor to dedicate oneself to defend the Middle-earth, but to His Majesty, it is an eternal pain. He Of course, I will not take the risk again and put your safety in the slightest threat."

"What was your father like before?" Selosta heard her voice dull and depressed, and the sour taste spread from her throat, and she wanted to suppress it, but it became more and more sour.

"Strict, almost to the point of being mean." Serofen shook his head, his heart full of sadness made him drink up the spicy wine in the glass again, "Which is teaching children, he never regarded the former prince as a child... "

"So, he lost his former prince, so he turned his regret into favor and gave it all to me?" Selosta laughed suddenly, with a look of sadness on his reddish face, "After all, what he cares about is Guilty towards the former prince..."

"Don't misunderstand Your Majesty like this." Serofen obviously drank a little too much, and spoke not so neatly, "Your Majesty's love for you can be seen by everyone... Besides, what's the difference..." He narrowed his eyes confusedly, "Aren't you the former prince..."

"You said... what?" A thunderbolt exploded in Selosta's mind, her mind went blank, and there was a loud buzzing in her ears.At that moment, he seemed to be pierced through the heart and lungs by a sword, and every breath brought a scorching pain, and then a raging fire ignited, completely burning out his past cognition.

"You are the former prince~" Serofen raised his face, looking at the wide curved ceiling above his head with emotion, "You are his reincarnation."

"I am... I am Nana... I was born... before I passed away... a child... I am not..." The life experience that was instilled since childhood echoed in the empty brain, and the trembling lips said weakly what he believed to be true The origin of, "Not..."

"Your Majesty doesn't want you to live in the shadow of the past like him." Serofen shook his head in confusion, his eyes misty, "If you do it all over again, he will never ask you harshly and make your life difficult And loneliness, you see~ 咻——here it goes again~hehehehe..." Serofen showed a smirk that was completely incompatible with her identity, but there was deep sadness in the corners of her eyes and brows.

"I am..." Selosta stared blankly at Serophon, and said, "I am... Legolas?"

Without waiting for Serofen to answer, he turned his eyes and his eyes fell on the target in front of him.The target made of cowhide was covered with arrow marks, the skin color was yellow, and a vicissitudes of life emanated from the deep and shallow pits. He looked at the target carefully, and it seemed that there was an answer he wanted on it. .

"So..." He shook his head slightly, his fingertips seemed to be cut open by a sharp sword, the heat from his whole body flowed out along the wound, and his whole body became cold and stiff, "All the love of my father... It's for Legolas..."

"What's the difference..." Serofen smiled, picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth, the dark red wine slid down the corner of his mouth to the skirt, staining everywhere, "You are him... Although you have no previous experience Memories of a lifetime... Hiccup, this is also a good thing..."

His father's smile, his father's gentleness, his father's warm palm on his shoulders, his father's ever-forgiving attitude, his father's whispered narration of the world's hummed songs... It turned out that it was all for Legolas... A smile, quickly retracted.He quietly examined his soul, trying to search for the memories and emotions that did not belong to him... There was nothing, he was Cylosta, he was Dawn!

"I'm not..." Serofin shook her head slightly but firmly, "I'm not Legolas."

"That's right, you are the Prince of Dawn now..." Serofin hiccupped, leaned back, and lay down carelessly on the ground, "Dawn that illuminates the entire dense forest... the morning light that dispels the haze... carries The dawn of all hope..." Selosta's mouth curled up with a faint smile, "Hope? Who did I give hope to? Father?"

"All...all..." Serophon muttered a few words, closed his eyes slowly, and fell asleep.

Selosta got up slowly, and strode forward with difficulty, all the strength in his body was drained, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, and supported the cold wall, a low moan came out of his mouth unconsciously, "No ..." Tightening his fingers, he clasped the wall tightly, until the blood on his nails faded, "I am not Legolas...I have my own soul..."

"Why are you listless today?" Thranduil put down his fork, and looked at Selosta beside him with concern.

The dining room was very quiet, the maids all left after serving their meals, and the candles in the candlesticks silently illuminated the father and son.Thranduil was wearing a light blue gown without a crown, and under the reflection of the candlelight, he looked casual and friendly.

Selosta stared blankly at the pattern of branches and leaves on the dinner plate, and didn't notice her father's voice at all.The food on the exquisite porcelain plate has not been reduced at all, and the fruit wine in the goblet at hand has not been touched.

"Sylostat?" Thranduil raised his voice slightly.

"ADA." He raised his head abruptly, flashing a stiff smile, "What did you say?"

"What's wrong with you?" Thranduil stood up and walked to his side, "What happened?"

"No, I'm thinking about the swordsmanship my teacher taught me." Selosta lowered her head, avoiding the king's sharp eyes.

"Is there something on your mind that you can't tell me?" Thranduil's palm fell on the top of his head, but the small piece of warmth couldn't penetrate into his body. He was still cold to every corner of his heart, and his blood was still frozen.

"..." Not before, but now... There are too many questions to speak, too many hesitation to talk about, he raised his face in confusion, and stared at his father, the uneasiness suppressed in his eyes, Pain, irritability, loneliness, grievance, stalemate flow.

He curled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "I thought, as long as I'm by your side, I don't need to worry about anything..."

"That's natural." Thranduil frowned, his pale lips slightly parted, "Tell me what worries you."

"I'm afraid that one day, you will leave me..." Selosta lowered her eyes, her voice was dry, "You don't need me, and you don't care about my feelings..."

"Why do you have such thoughts?" Thranduil tilted his face slightly, looking deeply at his drooping head, anxious and helpless, the child has grown up gradually, and he has reached the age where he can't fathom his heart .He is pleased with the child's growth, but also regrets that he can no longer guess his mind.Wang tried to put on a gentle smile and reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

"No." Selosta stretched out his hand and pushed his father away, gentle but firm, he breathed calmly, and smiled slowly, "Father, I was just being stupid for a while."

"Huh?" Thranduil became more and more confused.

Selosta stood up and looked at Thranduil, "No matter what happens, you will never leave me, will you?"

Thranduil looked at those azure blue eyes, the emotions he had never seen in Selosta, the emotions they showed, the pain of suppressing loneliness and the determination to put all one's eggs in one basket.

"Selosta..." Pain struck, Wang took a step back slightly, the person in front of him and the child in his memory gradually became one, they looked at him with such sad and desperate eyes, they looked at him, with Such decisive and cold expressions, they are so firm and persistent, they are so lonely and sad.

"Really?" Selosta approached him step by step, so close that breathing could be heard between the two of them, he looked into Thranduil's eyes stubbornly and solemnly.

"..." Thranduil staggered his eyes, and the desolation and grief revealed in an instant was something Cylosta had never seen before.He nodded very slowly, heavy and serious.It's not just a father's promise to his son, or a king's promise to a prince.This is an oath he is willing to swear in the name of Iluvita and fulfill at all costs, "I will not."

"This promise makes you suffer?" Cylosta's warm breath sprinkled on the side of his face, and his low voice was full of unwilling pain, "Is it for me or for Legolas?"

Thranduil trembled, his slightly parted lips could not utter a single sound, and the desolate sadness fell into Cylosta's eyes coldly through his eyes.After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice was low and suppressed, as if he was dreaming, "There is no Legolas..."

"What did you say?" Selosta moved closer, the tip of her nose almost touching the king's cheek.

"No Legolas..." He shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on Selosta's face, "I have nothing but you..."

A gleam flashed in Selosta's eyes.The person in front of him looked at him with vicissitudes and despair, through his body, through his soul, thinking of another person...

pain.

It is not the sharpness of a sharp blade, the stimulation of a flame burn, or the dullness of a magic impact.That is the tragedy of putting the soft flesh of the heart into molten iron to boil it, that is the destruction of splitting the body and breaking the nerves, that is the eternal and indelible death of the soul!

"I really hope..." His hands were hanging by his side, trembling uncontrollably, "I hope you never gave me that kind of love..."

The care and love that belonged to Legolas fell on his shoulders, making him naively think that his father's love, complete and complete, only belonged to him alone.

"What's wrong with you?" Thranduil stretched out his hand, gently caressing his cheek.

The palms lost their warmth and were as cold as a marble tabletop.Selosta rubbed against it slightly, trying to get a little comfort, "I just feel... I'm like a child who can't grow up, I don't know what I can do..."

"I'm very worried about your recent state." Thranduil withdrew his hand and sighed slightly, "There are so many government affairs, I don't have more time to accompany you..."

"No need." Selosta took a step back, "I can take care of myself and train hard."

"Selosta..." He turned around slowly, "You will grow up after all, ADA may not be able to guess all your thoughts, but... I will always be your father, and I am willing to listen to your troubles."

Selosta stared blankly at the slender figure, and the unspeakable sadness slowly overflowed from his heart. In this numb pain, he gradually became aware of his own heart, and gradually faced up to those suppressed emotions. Ideas come to mind.

This thought was too crazy, like a sharp sword piercing his heart, shaking his body slightly.His heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and his palms were wet. He was completely attracted by this crazy possibility, and couldn't find a reason to persuade himself to give up.A faint smile floated on the corner of his mouth, yes, he is crazy...

He stared deeply at the back, "Yes, I will...and..." He stepped forward a few steps, hugged his father from behind, and put his cheek on his soft hair, "You understand me better than anyone... I hope you understand me too..."

"The war is approaching, I can understand your anxiety and uneasiness."

He dotingly patted Selosta's hands folded around his waist, "Let the kitchen make another dinner for you?"

"Would you like to stay with me for a while?" Selosta breathed lightly.

"Of course." Thranduil looked wistfully at the slowly burning candle, "I'm so happy."