Voice of Dragonland

PS: I really don’t want to say anything at such a moment, let’s experience it together~~

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The ugly guy proposed several times to go to the front line with the Grand Duke, but Thranduil evaded it vaguely. In the past few days, he simply became the most boring attendant in the jungle, from the armor of the soldiers to the fodder of the stables, from the food of the army The luggage truck went to inspect and investigate all the water samples near the dense forest, and was busy going around for trivial things.

"Ugly guy, the bags of dry food are here, check them slowly." The soldier took the ugly guy to the grain warehouse, pointed to the neatly arranged pockets, and glanced at him like he was crazy.

The ugly guy nodded, picked up a bag and shook it open to see if it was damaged.

The pockets in this warehouse are probably enough for him to see tomorrow evening.He is obviously the king's servant, so it's fine if he doesn't even see the king's face every day, what are he doing with his useless efforts every day!The ugly guy dropped the ration bag in his hand angrily, and decided to ask Thranduil for an explanation.

The hall was still empty, and the ugly guy rushed in, irritably stroking the king on the throne, "Mylord."

"Finished checking the backup supplies?" Thranduil glanced at him, then lowered his eyes, calmly.Even so, the ugly guy still felt the burning heat and sharpness emanating from his body.

"I don't understand what these checks mean. What do you want me to do?" the ugly guy tried to suppress his anger and asked in a calm voice.

"Of course it has its meaning." Thranduil replied in a low voice, "I appreciate you putting your heart into this matter. If you still have spare time, please check the reserves for this winter..."

"Your Majesty!" the ugly guy interrupted Thranduil, "The Grand Duke's troops will leave in a week."

Thrandil paused, then nodded, "Yes."

"I will go with the Grand Duke." The ugly guy said in an irrefutable tone, "to the front."

"Are you sure?" Thranduil raised his eyes.

The ugly guy met Thranduil's gaze, that gaze seemed to be heavy, pressing heavily on his shoulders, the sternness and majesty in his eyes pushed towards him like a gable wall, he held his head stubbornly , refusing to flinch, "Yes."

"I thought it was your job to keep me safe."

"Only when peace is restored to Middle-earth can there be true security."

"Very good." Thranduil nodded, a suppressed fire flashed in his eyes, "I appoint you as the forward, to fight for the glory of the jungle."

"No, I just want to be a soldier. You know, a soldier can also fight for the dense forest, and he also has supreme glory." The ugly guy replied without humility.

Thranduil was silent, the sunlight poured down from the empty dome, and fell on the ground in front of the throne. A few crisp birdsong came from above the dome, delicate and lively.However, all these sounds and colors seem to happen in a very distant place, and it is difficult to enter the world of the two of them.

"Aeanírach (as you wish)." Thranduil said in a low voice. His long and slender fingers were crossed and held in front of his knees. white.

After a short period of oppressive silence, Thranduil waved his hand to signal the guards in the hall to retreat.Then he took out a box from the side of the throne, held it in front of the ugly guy with both hands, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, although it was a smile, it looked very bleak, "Take this, go."

The ugly guy took the box about half the length of a person, and was puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions, but just took a deep look at Thranduil.

Thranduil was also looking at him.

The eyes met, and some inexplicable subtle atmosphere flowed in the air.

Thinking that this might be the last time to see him in this eternal life, the reluctance and nostalgia in the ugly guy's heart overflowed, as thick and viscous as pitch.He looked deeply at Thranduil's cheeks as white and smooth as the moonlight, at his deep blue eyes, at the corners of his slightly pursed lips, and the wound in his heart was slowly bleeding.This protracted waiting and waiting has polished his hope and belief. Only by escaping, only by leaving, will he not be sad to death.

Thousands of words weighed in his heart but he couldn't bring them up. The ugly guy pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a smile-like expression, and said softly, "Please take care..."

Thranduil looked away abruptly, his voice was so flat that it was almost indifferent, "Let's go."

The ugly guy bent down facing Thranduil, maintaining this position for a long time.If possible, he would like to open his arms to embrace the king in front of him, and would like to tell him, please remember that there is such an ugly guard in this world...

He straightened up slowly, with sour tears streaming down his heart, covering every crease of his heart, he looked at Thranduil's side face reluctantly, at his indifferent appearance, stepped back step by step, and finally turn around.

The box in his hand was not heavy, but it almost slipped from his weak arms. He finally lowered his head to look at the box.

In his hands, the oak box has an old matte glow, like the silent face of a soul that has gone through vicissitudes.In the center of the box is engraved a graceful green leaf.

The rock-like thick memory was smashed down like a head covering his face, without the slightest preparation, it suddenly appeared in front of him.

The ugly guy opened it mechanically.

A recurve bow carved with patterns of golden ivy, a pair of cowhide cuffs engraved with dark patterns of branches and leaves, a quiver of deep color, and several arrows decorated with rooster green tail feathers... Legolas's Quiver Box, Legolas' Bow Bracers.

The blood flowed backwards, his whole body was icy cold, and suddenly he became hot again, sweating profusely, the surroundings were sweltering like a steamer, his heart began to beat wildly, and the frenzied frequency almost made him faint on the ground immediately...

"Legolas!" The king's voice exploded behind him, reverberating in the entire hall, disturbing the original soul in the ugly body.

The ugly guy trembled, as if someone had tightly grabbed his throat, making him breathless, and he didn't even have the courage to look back at Thranduil.The surroundings were as sinking as water, but there was thunderbolt in his body, and he couldn't hear, speak, think, or breathe for a while.

"You want to abandon me once more! You want to kill me by escaping!" Thranduil's voice was filled with endless sadness and despair, "This is your courage, your way!"

The ugly guy stood stiffly, sweat ran down his back, and the cloth stuck to his back stuffy, hot and itchy.After a long time, he replied weakly, "You have identified the wrong person..."

"Yes, you are an ugly guy, your relatives are in Rivendell..." Thranduil walked towards him, step by step, with a furious storm, "But I don't know when I will wake up to Thranduil Dill's hometown has been changed to Rivendell!"

"I'm not..." The ugly guy trembling his lips is not the one you think...

"Why not?" Thranduil put his hand on his shoulder, tightening his fingers, "Because your appearance has changed? Because you don't want to face me with this face?"

"I'm not..." The ugly guy trembled under Thranduil's palm, like the last dead leaf hanging on a tree in early winter.The oak box fell at the feet, and the feathered arrows scattered all over the ground, but no one paid attention.

Thranduil turned his body around with irresistible force, forcing him to look up at himself.

"Aren't you?" His voice was deep and fast.He was angry, his eyes, the corners of his mouth pursed, and his suppressed breathing all conveyed extreme anger.

"I'm not! I'm not Legolas! Look at this face and this body! Is there any resemblance? Is there any resemblance?" The ugly guy screamed with all his might, his voice getting hoarse with excitement.He stared at Thranduil, eyes desperate and on the verge of madness.He struggled like a fish on the shore.

"I don't care!" Thranduil's breath fell heavily on his cheeks, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he suppressed his emotions forcibly. He held the ugly guy's cheeks with both hands, and stroked the scars delicately with his warm fingers. Gently painted his eyebrows and eyes, "Scars are the honor of a warrior, no matter what you become, you are mine... Legolas."

The scratched scars were unbearably itchy, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and forced himself to struggle out of the intoxicating warmth, "You've got the wrong person." He gradually calmed down, his shortness of breath was suppressed in his chest, and his eyes slumped down On the ground, "I'm just ugly."

"I'm angry that I didn't find you, angry that I didn't know the hardships you went through, angry that I didn't recognize you earlier, angry that I...have another child..." Thranduil's voice was slightly sour, "Legora S...I'm sorry to leave you alone with this..."

Without permission, a tear ran out of the eye socket without permission, and fell straight to the hard ground, smashing to pieces.

All the pain in my heart, all the tragedies I encountered, guided by this tear, gushed out of my eyes crazily, the ugly guy turned his face away, and tried his best to suppress, "I don't understand..."

"You are my green leaf, I am waiting for you to come home."

"..." There was not enough oxygen, and his suffocating heart was throbbing, and he couldn't speak because of the pain.

"Go home, don't you call me ADA?" Thranduil stretched out his hand again, gently stroking his hair and back, the little warmth took root and sprouted in the place he touched, forming into pieces, gathering together into Yin.

"I'm not..." He murmured softly like a dream, making the last struggle.

"I miss you so much..." Thranduil gently put his arms around his neck, pressing his head on his shoulders, "It's many, many years late, but... welcome home, Legolas ..."

The soreness and pain in his heart was like a flood that opened the gate, and he went on a rampage like crazy, as if he was going to smash his heart, his ribs, and rush out of his chest.He trembled in Thranduil's embrace, so trembling that he couldn't speak.He held his breath, not daring to move, for fear that the movement would be a little bigger, and this scene that could only happen in a dream would collapse and cease to exist.

"I'm a monster...why don't you treat Legolas as dead, in Glasgow 300 years ago?" He should push away, refuse, turn around and leave, but this embrace is too warm, these The warmth penetrated into every pore of his body, scrambling towards his broken heart.He absorbs this warmth, greedy and irresistible.

"Your return is already a gift from the Vala, I can't ask for more." Thranduil gently touched his hair with his cheek, "Legolas, tell me, it's really you."

"ADA..." The ugly guy's rough voice murmured this unfamiliar but familiar tone, as if he couldn't believe it, but also seemed to be destined, he raised his face and shouted, "ADA..."

Even if he is determined to leave, even if he knows that he has a lover, even if he will never regain his original appearance, he still cannot resist, cannot pretend.

He loves him, he is his first and last god, he is the treasure hidden deep in his memory and drowned by countless tears and expectations, he is his only obsession, his only desire and fire, his only ups and downs.

The lingering sound is still in my ears, twists and turns, but it seems that the dust has settled in an instant.The scarred heart wandering in the world settled down in an instant, pulsating steadily in the chest, going home, going home...

"I'm here..." Thranduil closed his eyes slightly, the agony that pierced his heart and lungs, he opened his eyes every night to see the torment of the white sky, and the emptiness that he believed to be lost came back to his heart little by little, let His steady hands trembled slightly, making his indifferent voice hoarse, he gently pushed him away, and gently wiped away the tears that could not stop flowing with his fingers, as if swearing an oath, as if promising, "I am here..." He carefully Looking at him intently, his eyes flicked across his distorted face covered with scars, the eyelids that could not be closed due to the pulling of the scars, and finally fell into his eyes full of sorrow and pain, "My child, what have you experienced..."

The ugly guy didn't know where to start, so he could only shake his head slightly.

"Everything will be fine..." Thranduil finished softly, and slowly approached him, warm lips on his forehead.

Two hearts beat faster, one was pounding, the other was quietly.

The slight itching was like the soft thorns on the pumpkin leaves falling on the forehead, causing a warm itching. These itches were connected to the nerves and rushed all the way to the heart, until the whole heart was numb and itchy.

The slight pain started from the fingertips and spread to the whole body.Like a piece of music, from a slight and gentle prelude, it gradually evolved into a magnificent climax, and the pain magnified in an instant, overwhelming the mountains.

Those dark and rough skins fell off like scabs, and accompanied by bursts of severe pain, lightning swam around his body like lightning.

"Ah!" He curled up, watching in surprise a large piece of dark brown skin fell from the back of his hand, and the white and smooth skin was faintly visible in the bloody depths, "Ah----!"

This transformation is accompanied by more and more severe pain, no less than skinning and bone removal, the pain penetrates to the bone!He didn't have time to think about what such a change meant, and the piercing pain penetrated inch by inch, peeling off his body bit by bit.

"Legolas!" Thranduil supported his slumping body, watching him anxiously struggling and his rough skin constantly peeling off.There is no way to alleviate his pain, all this happened too fast, and it was so fast that people were caught off guard.

"Ah——" the ugly guy stretched out his hand to cover his cheek, and quickly moved his hand to his heart because of the pain, and the rough cheek cracked little by little, and slowly fell off, and Legolas' face appeared on those dry and chapped cheeks. Beneath the bloody scar.Although the pain is unbearable, it is tantamount to breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly.How long the whole process lasted, the ugly guy didn't know, when he gradually regained consciousness, he was half lying in Thranduil's arms panting.

He lifted his hand wearily. The skin was delicate and shiny, the joints were exquisite, and the knuckles were slender. This was the hand of Legolas!He reached out to touch his cheek in doubt, the rough scars were gone, and the tentacles were delicate and soft.

"ADA?" he called softly, his hoarse voice gone forever.

"Legolas..." Thranduil smiled, then raised his face and looked away.

Legolas saw a faint gleam in the corner of his eye, "ADA!"

"Thank you, Vera..." His voice echoed in Legolas' ears with the joy that was born after the catastrophe.