Voice of Dragonland

PS: I can understand everyone's distress for Lego, and I can also understand that everyone questioned Seran's different attitudes towards the two children. Seran has Seran's considerations. Sitting on his lap to read documents naturally, he can be coquettish and idiot, but Lego can't do it, it's because of his personality.They need to break in and someone needs to make the first move.

The story is still very long, and the gardener will tell it slowly. If you still like it, you can watch it slowly with the gardener~~

In addition, under the beating of Jiyou, the gardener reacted, oh, Mid-Autumn Festival, oh, sugar should be distributed, and more should be added, it is really a coincidence, the next chapter is the sweetest and sweetest in Longyu so far Chapter [-], I will release it during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I hope everyone will have a good time~~ (I will not say that my friends dare to let them spend the Mid-Autumn Festival like visiting a grave, so they will kill me and pop my glass window...

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Prince Green Leaf suddenly returned to the dense forest. As soon as the news came out, His Royal Highness Theros's running away from home suddenly became less noticeable.

"Do you believe it?" Serophon looked back at Midrian.

"Since the incident of Her Highness Selosta, I don't believe in anyone, let alone such absurd things that make people laugh." Midrian lowered his eyes, "I would rather believe that it is another trick of His Royal Highness Selosta ."

"So, do you want it to come true?" Serophine slowed down with a hint of confusion.

"..." Midrian withdrew his careless expression, showing a trace of sadness, "What do you think?"

The door of the conference hall opened, and the two walked in side by side.

The two people who were sitting and standing behind the huge desk raised their heads at the same time and looked towards them.

Midrian froze for an instant, as if time and space had reversed, and he stepped into the conference hall three hundred years ago.His Highness Legolas was looking at him gently with his blue eyes, which was the most familiar look to him, and he could tell it with just one glance.

"Your Highness..." Serophon beside him shouted tremblingly, "Your Highness Legolas..."

Legolas nodded slightly, showing a gentle smile, "My lord, my lord."

Midrian stretched out his hand to support Serofin beside him, but was surprised that the other side was also trembling slightly, "You..."

"I'm back." Thranduil took over the conversation, "Starting tomorrow, Legolas will attend the dignitaries meeting, and the details will be discussed at that time. You go down first, I still have something to ask him."

Serofin pulled Midrian back, but his eyes were fixed on Legolas, "It's him, it's really him..."

Midrian nodded, "Vera's miracle..."

Thranduil watched the two walk out, frowned and said, "Go on."

"I didn't agree to be Palato's minion who invaded Middle-earth, so it maliciously erased my memory and ruined my appearance. You know the rest." Legolas narrated his experience indifferently After reading it again, he deliberately simplified the battle with Palato, ignoring the conditions needed to lift the curse.

"When did you recover your memory?" Thranduil looked calm.

"Not long ago." Legolas mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Thranduil looked directly at his face, his eyes were sharp, shining brilliantly under the dim amber light.

"Will you believe it?" Legolas was very calm, like a pool of water that has never been blown by the wind.

"..." Thranduil withdrew his gaze, calmed down from his anxious anger, unspeakable bitterness spread from the corners of his eyes and lips, a simple question, without any accusations or complaints, just pointed out this fact.

There was a slight pain in his heart, and the silent and vicissitudes of the ugly guy appeared in front of his eyes, but he had never connected him with Legolas, and he hadn't even carefully read the sadness in his eyes.Facing such an indifferent and alienated king, how would he speak?How would he tell it?

"I'm sorry..." The difficult voice rang out in a low voice with infinite guilt and helplessness.

The words elicited a thin silence.The two subconsciously staggered each other's sight, and there was a strange uneasiness in the air, slowly drifting away.

"Well." Legolas got up and broke the silence, "I want to go to rest first, if you have no objection."

Thranduil looked out the window, the morning star had just risen and the sky was not yet dark, "I thought you would be willing to talk to me more."

"My whole body hurts." Legolas turned his face away, not looking at the apology and expectation in Thranduil's eyes, "very tired."

"Redagast is still in the jungle, I'll ask him to come and see for you..."

"No," Legolas shook his head, "it'll be fine, I know."

"Well."

Thranduil accompanied him to the door of the bedroom. The two walked side by side, but each remained silent.

"Legolas..."

"Huh?" Legolas looked back, looking at him lightly, the luster in his eyes was like a stream flowing in winter, clear and cold.

"Are you worried?" Thranduil asked.

"No, just tired." He looked away. "Good night, ADA."

"..." Thranduil watched him enter the bedroom, and closed the door to isolate him.

"Your Highness." The maids came up to him, changed his clothes, and handed him warm hair.

"Go down, all of you, and tell the guards not to guard the door." Legolas avoided the maid's hand, "I will do it myself."

"Yes." The maids withdrew in twos and threes, and the bedroom hid quietly.

Legolas looked at his bedroom. Although Gallian tried his best to decorate it according to the original layout, and even the patterns of the bed sheets were the same as before, he knew that this was not his original bedroom. Into another elf.

He leaned back against the head of the bed, staring blankly at the rose patterns carved on the ceiling.

It happened so suddenly that he was unprepared.

The joyous reunion still had dark shadows buried in it. Both he and Thranduil deliberately avoided the topic of Selosta, and both were careful not to touch the wounds that had been buried by plainness.As if the jungle had never had such a prince, as if he was still the only one in Thranduil.

What will happen next?What if he were Legolas, Prince of the Jungle?He didn't have the methods of Selosta, he didn't have the confidence of Selosta, and he didn't have the intimacy of Selosta and Thranduil. ^

He didn't even know how to face Thranduil, what to do with his deliberate tenderness and deep apology.

Slowly close your eyes, not to let the sadness in your eyes overflow.

Pallato's metal-cracking voice still echoed in his mind like thunder, "It's not that you have a chance to find yourself... as long as that person recognizes you and falls in love with you, but do you think it's possible?"

is it possible?Thranduil loves him?

If not, how did he break the curse and return to his original state?

Does he still have the courage to pursue the results and find out the truth?

Is it a waste of extravagance to spend everything to pray for the bestowal, and now to avoid it with everything?

Or, leaving is the most correct choice, leaving the dense forest, leaving Thranduil...

The night was waning, and the dense forest was extremely quiet tonight. Hearing the faint sound of the wind outside the window, Legolas felt completely sleepless.

At first it was just a slight stabbing pain, which jumped across the back of his hand, Legolas didn't pay attention to it, until the stabbing pain suddenly intensified and slowly spread, he frowned and raised his arm.

A cluster of strange flames burned on the back of his hand, the light orange flames spread outward slightly, burning to his arms, but did not hurt his clothes.

He jumped up, slapped hard, pressed against the sheet, splashed water from a vase, dipped his arms in the ice water in the washbasin...

Useless.

The clothes were not damaged at all, and the ice water was still cold, but his body was scorched, scorched, and carbonized by the flames, giving off a scorched smell of burnt flesh.

The flames spread unhurriedly, from his arms to his chest, from his upper abdomen to his back. The severe burning pain made him suddenly return to Glasgow's cave, staying in the scorching of the dragon flame.

He clenched his teeth tightly, without making a sound, allowing the strange flames to swallow him up bit by bit, slowly covering his whole body.Breathing is the scorching air of the flames, the skin is wrinkled, stiff, and charcoal black, and the flames have no intention of extinguishing them, they are still burning vigorously and unhurriedly.

The curse has not been lifted, it returned to his body in a more hideous way, slowly torturing his body and soul!

He lost consciousness in the extreme pain, and the thick darkness seemed to be the last relief. They opened their arms and surrounded him tightly, leaving no gap...

"Your Highness? Your Highness." Galian's voice came from outside the door.

Legolas was in a trance for a long time before he vaguely realized that his Highness was calling himself.He opened his eyes, and the terrible pain from last night came back to his mind. He sat up straight, looked in the mirror opposite, and found that he was intact.

With a white and delicate face, a slender body, meticulous blond hair, no scars, no burns, the torment at night was like an overly real nightmare, except for the memory in his heart, there were no other traces to follow.His mind was chaotic, and countless possibilities flooded up in an instant, submerging him like a rising tide in the sea.

"Your Highness?" Galian called persistently outside the door, and a sense of tension that he would break in if he didn't respond was accurately conveyed in his voice.

"Here we come." Legolas opened the door. "What is it?"

Galian stared at his face for a full ten seconds, unbelievable joy, reassured joy, and the emotion of trying to calm down were staged on his face in turn, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was sour, "Your Highness... His Majesty is waiting for you in the dining room."

"I'll be right there." Legolas nodded.

"Your Highness!"

"what?"

Gallian took a deep breath and exhaled extremely slowly, "Welcome back."

Legolas frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and squeezed Gallian's shoulder, "Thank you."

The breakfast was extremely rich, and Thranduil sat at the other end of the dining table, watching him gently as he came.

"Did you sleep well?" There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, gentle and kind.

"Very good." Legolas sat down with his head down, eating quietly.Thranduil's eyes wandered gently around him, as if he was searching carefully, searching for the hardships and hardships that he didn't know about.

"you……"

"Mylord." He stood up abruptly, straight as a scepter in a king's hand.

"..." Thranduil walked towards him, put his hand lightly on his shoulder, with sorrowful eyes showing, "You are not a guard, you are not an ugly guy, you are Legolas, the prince of the jungle. I It's your ADA, you don't have to call me Your Majesty all the time."

Legolas was startled, and then understood why Thranduil reminded him so.

The way he has adapted to eating for hundreds of years, curled up in an unnoticed corner, lowered his head, and swallowed big mouthfuls... It must be funny and sad for him to see.

He flinched suddenly, because of his imperceptible humbleness, because he had a panoramic view of this humble appearance.

"The old habit...I will remember to change it." He lowered his eyes, not looking at Thranduil's loving eyes.

"No, I'm not blaming you." Thranduil bent down, added a spoonful of nuts to his plate, and poured wine into his glass.

"I can..."

Thranduil stopped his polite refusal with his eyes, and filled his dinner plate with some fruits, "Eat, Midrian and Serophane are waiting for us."

Legolas sat down in silence, devoid of appetite.

The war was approaching, and meetings became more frequent. Throughout the whole day, Legolas accompanied Thranduil in the meeting room, listening to the ministers discuss such trivial issues as war supplies and post-war resettlement.He remained silent and did not express his opinion. Even though Thranduil repeatedly hinted that he would express his opinion, he still remained silent, like a stone sculpture.

He has his fears.

No matter how much he resisted, night came on time.

"The elves lit a bonfire and prayed for war." Thranduil walked in front of him, "express their feelings with singing and dancing, and tonight is no exception. Everyone is looking forward to your arrival... Legolas?"

Legolas looked up suddenly, "Huh?"

"You're restless." Thranduil frowned. "What happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm just not used to it..." He sighed, "If you have nothing else to do, I'm going to rest first."

Thranduil frowned even tighter, "Aren't you listening to me?"

"I..." I vaguely remember talking about the bonfire...

"Forget it, you go to rest." Thranduil slowed down his tone, turned around and looked into his eyes, "it's just..."

Legolas lowered his eyes slightly, and stood quietly in front of him.

"I hope...you can try to trust me."

Legolas looked away without showing a trace, nodded silently, then turned around and walked along the winding corridor to the bedroom.

A look of sadness flickered in Thranduil's eyes. Legolas returned and, as usual, refused to open his heart to him.

That barrier was too thick, like thousands of mountains and rivers separated him, even if he tried his best to get closer to that direction, it would be of no avail. Legolas tightly closed the door of his heart, not giving him the slightest room to pry into it.

Late at night, the singing of elves came from outside the window, euphemistic and melodious, crisp and clear.And Legolas looked desperately at a small cluster of flames ignited on the back of his hand, and the pain followed, overwhelming him, he writhed and struggled, moaning in despair, but he couldn't get rid of this terrible torture.

Every night, every night, the inescapable curse, the inescapable torture.Legolas was depressed, and most of the time he was in a daze, because of his muddled past and his hopeless future.

In fact, there is still one person in the jungle who can help.

Legolas found Redagast, the brown-robed wizard was drinking wine happily, watching the hare running through the grass.

"Redagast." Legolas sat beside him.

"Oh, Your Highness." Redagast smiled. "Glad to see you're all right."

"I'd rather be ugly again." Legolas shook his head.

"Why do you think so?" Redagast put down his glass and looked at him gently.

"Under the sun, I am a healthy prince, but only Vera knows what kind of pain I endure every night." Legolas said softly, "Can you help me?"

"You mean it hasn't completely disappeared?" Redagast's tone became a little serious.

"Yes, only at night... I will be burned in flames."

Redagast opened his mouth and handed Legolas an apple, "Only that man can do it."

"Who?" Legolas refused.

"The person who undoes the curse on you." Redagast shook his head and insisted on stuffing the apple into his palm, "I don't know what kind of curse this is, and I have no way to undo it, but since that person can undo it , and naturally it can be completely eliminated."

"How?" Legolas asked.

"I don't know. It depends on the purpose of the person who casts the magic. This curse is ancient and I have never even heard of it."

Legolas fell silent, he didn't want Thranduil to see him writhing in flames and howling, and he couldn't imagine how Thranduil could break the curse.

"Your Highness, I have a hunch."

"What?" He reluctantly curled the corner of his mouth, looking at the wizard.

"You will get what you want." Redagast smiled honestly, "The torment and pain you have experienced will eventually reap the same reward."

"Is that so..." Legolas' gaze became far-reaching, and the bleak cold wind blew through it, arousing an empty echo, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Have you talked with Legolas?" Thranduil put down the quill in his hand, and threw the wrong official documents into a ball, and threw them into the wastebasket.

Gallian took away the half-burned candle and replaced it with a new one, "I tried it, Your Majesty."

"Did he talk to you about anything?" Thranduil was very helpless. Like 300 years ago, he had to learn about Legolas' recent situation through the butler.

"No, Your Highness hasn't said anything, in fact, he is also alienating me." Gallian stood beside Thranduil with his hands down, "Your Majesty, maybe you need to find a chance to have a good talk with Your Highness ."

"It's useless." Thranduil stood up and tightened his robe, as if the cold outside had blown into the underground palace, into the hall, and into his heart, "He resisted me even more than before, and he didn't even want to directly Look into my eyes. I clearly know that there is fear, confusion, depression, and endless sadness buried in his heart. Galian, I can only watch, but can't do anything."

"Perhaps His Highness needs time, after all..." Galian looked around and saw that there were no maids and guards, so he lowered his voice, "After all, he has stayed by your side for so long as a valet."

"I don't know how to approach him. He said he was going to the front line to fight for the honor of the jungle. Until now, he thought so."

"Your Majesty..." Gallian couldn't bear to look at Thranduil showing a faint sadness, standing alone by the window, letting the cold moonlight shine all over his body.

"He would rather give up everything and go to the front line, go through the flames of war again, and go through life and death again, than stay by my side..." Thranduil shook his head slightly, "But I can't find any excuse to keep him... "

"Your Majesty, His Highness Legolas has knots in his heart. You should try to untie them and try to understand his thoughts." Galian comforted, "Your Highness certainly didn't intend to make you so sad."

"I'm a failed father." Thranduil smiled slightly, with imperceptible melancholy in his tone, "It was 300 years ago, and it's still the same now..."

"If you care about it, you will be chaotic."

"I have no way to get his approval as a father, and I don't want to use the king's rights to restrict his freedom..." He lowered his head, lonely and sad, "Is there any way I can get close to him and understand him?" ,Help him?"

"Have you ever thought about... being a friend?" Galian raised his head slightly, with sincere warmth on his usual gentle face, "There is no restriction on identity, no seniority, just... a friend?"

Thranduil was startled, a small flame ignited in his eyes, although it was faint, it was enough to illuminate the haze in front of his eyes, "Galian, you are right."