Voice of Dragonland

PS: It is agreed that the candy will be distributed today, and the appointment cannot be missed. The candy is here. I wish you all a happy meal.

Today is the holiday, the gardener wishes everyone a happy Mooncake Festival.Moon reunion, people reunion, good health, all wishes come true~~

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The morning light had just climbed over the window sills, and Legolas was sleeping soundly in the rare silence after the great pain.

"Click." There was a slight sound on the window.

Legolas opened his eyes.For a moment, I didn't know where I was, and my mind was as empty as a dry desert, shrouded in deep exhaustion and despair.

"Click!" Another sound, louder than before.

Legolas moved his fingers lightly. They were as flexible and light as before. Under the sun, he was still the healthy and agile warrior.He got up quietly, walked around to the side of the window briskly, raised the curtain slightly with his hand, and looked out.

"Clap!"

An acorn hit the window frame and bounced away.

Legolas keenly caught a figure hidden in the bushes.He jerked open the window and jumped out of it.

The figures in the bushes flashed away at an extremely fast speed, and only a touch of golden hair could be vaguely seen shining like sunlight piercing the darkness.

Legolas held his breath and chased after him, jumped up several times, and the distance between the two narrowed. He saw that the person in front had braided warrior hair, wearing a simple gray-green slim-fit blouse, with leather shoulder pads on his shoulders, The figure looks very tall.

"ADA?" Legolas frowned, trying harder to catch up.

The previous man seemed to be deliberately leading the way. Whenever Legolas slowed down, he stopped and waited. Once Legolas tried his best to catch up, he moved forward as fast as lightning, keeping the two of them always at a certain distance.

"ADA!" Legolas yelled.

The predecessors did not look back, not even a pause.

Legolas was a little puzzled. He paid attention to the clothes of his predecessors, thought for a while, and said again, "Thranduil!"

The predecessor turned his face slightly and accelerated again.

Wait... Legolas stopped, that outfit seemed very familiar, where did he see it?That's right, in royal portraits!

"Your Highness Thranduil!" Legolas spoke again.

The predecessor finally stopped, sat down on a tall treetop, and looked at Legolas with a smile.

That was completely different from King Thranduil's temperament, maybe it was because he had braided warrior hair, maybe he had taken off all the gorgeous and complicated jewels, maybe it was the vigorous smile on his face that belonged to a young man.

That's... Prince Spring.

"You are..." Legolas was a little puzzled.

"If you don't want to talk to your father, I think maybe you don't mind talking to your friends." Thranduil dangled his slender legs on the treetops, his eyes shone with a clear luster, and he even showed A faint smile on the cheek, "We are both princes and soldiers, how about making friends?"

Legolas was completely dumbfounded.

"Maybe we can compare speed or something else." Spring Prince slowly stood up and stood on the top of the tree, with a tall and smooth posture, "How about ending with the old red beech?"

Legolas blinked, "I'd like to try."

"Then, let's go!" Spring Prince shot out like an arrow, and disappeared into the dense forest in an instant.

Legolas frowned, "I know the shortcut." Before the voice fell, it had disappeared into the bushes.

The old red beech was tall and straight, with lush branches and leaves. Legolas walked around the trunk, but he didn't find Thranduil.

"Looks like I won..." he murmured.

"Who said that?" A handful of leaves fell from the top of his head.

Legolas looked up and saw Thranduil half lying on the top of the tree, "You are not the only one who knows the shortcut."

"How do you prove that you arrived earlier than me?" Legolas tilted his head and looked at him.

"In the honor of the prince." Thranduil jumped down from the tree, as light as a bird, "Are you hungry?"

"It's not bad." Only then did Legolas manage to deal with Thranduil in front of him.

A gray-green close-fitting blouse, slim-fit trousers and suede half-boots, a dagger hanging around his waist, long blond hair braided into warrior braids, flowing down softly against his scalp.

As if traveling through time and space for thousands of years, the one in front of him was not the king of the jungle, but the prince.

"I know it's delicious. It's very suitable for breakfast." He turned his face and pointed to the depths of the red beech forest. "My archery skills can guarantee a hit within two hundred steps."

Legolas looked at Thranduil's hand, and there was a huge... "hornet's nest?" among the red beech trees.

"Do you want to fill your stomach?" Thranduil laughed brightly.

Legolas thought maybe his father hadn't been much nicer than he was when he was young.

"how to do?"

"Hey, I will shoot the beehive here. After you catch the beehive, run as hard as you can, and we will meet by the stream." Thranduil's slender fingers gestured for a route in the air.

"Wait!" Legolas narrowed his eyes, "You mean, you shot the hive and ran away, so that I could pick up the hive while being chased by thousands of hornets?"

"I trust your speed." Thranduil's smile deepened, and there was a certain luster in his eyes, vivid and clear.It is completely different from the previous serious and rigid, and also different from his loving father's face that loves Selosta. At this moment, he is a bit lively, a bit cunning, and looks like a naughty ghost who will betray his teammates at any time, "Okay, I can Waiting for you here, let's run together."

Legolas felt that it was very difficult for anyone in this world to justly reject Prince Thranduil's nonsense, even if he knew it was a nonsense, he couldn't help nodding his head and went crazy with him.

"You can get closer, don't let the hive fall to the ground." Thranduil pulled the slingshot and aimed sideways.

Legolas approached the hive helplessly.

The stone hit the middle and lower part of the hive, and the hive shook a bit. A large number of wasps rushed out of the hive. It seemed that they hadn't realized what happened, but gathered in the air in groups.Another stone hit the point where the hive was connected to the tree steadily, the angle was just right, and the hive fell instantly.Legolas wrapped his coat around the fallen hive, turned and ran towards Thranduil.

It was only then that the hornet swarm realized that this was a clear grab!There was a loud buzzing, and a swarm of bees like a dark cloud pursued him.

"Run!" Thranduil grabbed Legolas, and the two ran away like crazy with the most agility in their lives.

"Wild corn is much smaller than the ones we grow, but it tastes very fragrant." Thranduil walked to Legolas with a few stalks of corn, "Actually, Galion taught me this."

"Really? Gallian taught you how to dig out a hornet's nest?" Legolas sat under a big tree by the stream, hanging the processed honeycomb on the branch, the viscous honey slowly leached out, and a honeycomb hung out. The thread falls into the jug of water.

"Teach me how to make delicious corn." Thranduil poured honey on the corn, then wrapped the husk of the corn back, and finally buried the treated corn in the soil, set firewood on it and lit a fire.

"Will your father accuse you of being naughty?" Legolas tasted the honey, and handed the kettle to Thranduil.

"Of course, reprimanded every now and then." Thranduil took the kettle and sat beside Legolas, with long-distance eyes and a smile on his face, "He is very, very strict, but I always think about how days are not so boring."

"Me too." Legolas shrugged.

"So today is the meeting to complain about the father?" Thranduil took a sip of honey, and the color of his lips dyed by honey was crystal clear.

"I dare not, your father will not come to settle accounts with you for anything, I am different." Legolas buried the drained hive.

"No." Thranduil smiled, "Strictness is just a way of expression, it doesn't mean he doesn't love you."

"I know..." Legolas didn't look at Thranduil's gaze. He knew how warm and soft it was. Among them, there will never be a day of turning over.

"Do you smell the fragrance?" Thranduil's smile deepened.

"Hmm!" Legolas helped Thranduil extinguish the firewood, carefully dug up the soil with a branch, and took out the corn.

The wild corn coated with honey is very fragrant, and there is a kind of intoxicating sweetness in the mouth.

Legolas wolfed it down, "It's delicious, why didn't Gallian teach me."

"Who knows, maybe..." Thranduil peeled the last wild corn and handed it to Legolas, "he wanted to give me a chance to make friends."

"You don't have to." Legolas took the corn, but lowered his eyes, depressed.

"I really don't know how to get closer to you..." Thranduil said softly, "I want to know your experience, your pain, I want to hear your story and your sentimentality, and I want to hear you when you are sad. Hug you all the time, but no matter how hard I try, you never give me a chance to approach you."

"If I could be younger, not as a father, but as a friend, as a relative, maybe you wouldn't be so resistant to me." He shook his head slightly, "I haven't given you enough love, so that you don't trust me anymore I."

"..." Legolas didn't know how to respond to Thranduil's sadness, he turned his face to look at him, looked at his lonely eyes, looked at his slender fingers hanging on his knees, lonely and sad.

"I trust you, I always have." Legolas hesitated for a moment, and still put his hand on the back of Thranduil's, "It's just that some things need time to heal, and I don't intend to impose my pain on you." On you, the past has already turned to dust, let it go with the wind."

"Legolas..." Thranduil wanted to argue, but he met Legolas' eyes, and the faint sadness and deep pain that appeared in them forced him to swallow the words that came to his lips. "All right."

"Where are we going after eating?" Legolas changed the subject, but did not take back his hand.

"I have a secret kingdom." Thranduil's eyes fell on Legolas' knuckle fingers, "Want to see it?"

"I don't believe it." Legolas laughed, "I don't know where else in this dense forest."

"Want to bet?" Thranduil turned to smile at him, the dimple on his cheek was so gentle.

"What's the bet?" Legolas put away his smile slightly, and stared at Thranduil's dimple like a maniac. It made him unable to breathe or think.

"Hmm..." Thranduil turned his wrist and squeezed Legolas' hand in his palm, "If you don't know, you have to fulfill one of my demands, and vice versa."

Legolas nodded subconsciously, he didn't understand what Thranduil said, his attention was focused on the warmth in his palm.He was dragged by Thranduil to stand up in a daze, and walked forward.The feeling of being haunted has never subsided, even if Thranduil wants to take him into purgatory at this moment, he will walk steadily step by step.

The huge breathing roots of the old banyan tree are like a small forest, in which vines are entangled with various plants and the branches and leaves are intertwined and intertwined, covering the sky and the sun.

"This is it? Then you lose." Legolas was reluctant to let go of Thranduil's hand, and just glanced at him, "I have engraved words on it."

"Who said it was here?" Thranduil pulled him forward, "Without this certainty, how dare I boast?"

He let go of Legolas' hand, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and cut off a part of the thick vines, revealing a dark cave. This is the hollow at the huge root of the banyan tree. It may be connected to the underground cave, which looks deep and mysterious. , "Have you ever been here?"

Legolas shook his head, with a little frustration on his face, not because of this, but because of the lost warmth on his hands.

"Then I won." Thranduil pinned his saber, "Come on, let me show you my other kingdom, you will like it."

He took the lead in arching his body and climbing down towards the cave.

Legolas went into the cave with Jota.

The damp smell of the soil is mixed with the fragrance of plants, and the cave is very warm. In such a season, there are even wild fruits and wild flowers growing inside.

The interior of the cave is very large, and a few rays of sunlight fall from the gaps in the tree roots above the head. You can see the rocks and plant roots under your feet clearly, and small animals such as voles run past from time to time.Legolas looked around, and in a blink of an eye, Thranduil disappeared.

"ADA!" Legolas turned eagerly, looking for that familiar figure in the dark cave.

"Here." An extremely slight voice sounded faintly.

Legolas raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

Thranduil sat on a raised branch halfway up the cave, and made a quiet gesture to Legolas.

A palm-sized butterfly was gently fluttering around Thranduil, approaching, then moving away, after several trials, it finally landed slowly.

Legolas raised his face, watching Thranduil gently stretch out his hand, and the thick and gorgeous black and blue phoenix-tailed butterfly floated on his palm, its wings trembled slightly, Xumi took off slowly, circling around Thranduil danced.

More and more phoenix butterflies flew out of the darkness, fluttering around Thranduil.

A ray of sunlight fell impartially on the tip of his hair, and the golden radiance made his skin white.He was smiling, and there seemed to be spring water flowing between his eyes, clear and quiet.

For a moment, it was difficult for Legolas to describe the ultimate beauty and harmony in words.

Thranduil smiled slightly, touching the butterfly wings approaching him lightly from time to time, watching them dance and coil.

After a while, he jumped off the branch, "After so many years, their descendants still remember my smell." Thranduil stood beside Legolas with a gentle smile, "This is my proof, when I When I was a prince, I liked to come here to watch butterflies."

"They are so beautiful." Legolas found a rock and sat down, watching the swallowtail butterflies flying in the air, "like a fairy tale."

"Yes," Thranduil sat down next to him, "if you watch it for a long time, you will forget your troubles."

"You won, tell me what you want me to do." Legolas whispered.

"Legolas." Thranduil turned his face and looked at him seriously, "Don't go to the battlefield alone, don't take risks, can you promise me?"

Legolas looked away, bowing his head in silence.

"Thousands of years, maybe it's time to see through life and death early, and leave indifferently." Thranduil's voice was low and melancholy, "But such utter despair extends to every inch of the body and soul, like a night without sunrise , No matter how you struggle, there is only one dead end. I admit, I am afraid."

"..." Legolas turned his face abruptly. He didn't dare to look directly at the pain in Thranduil's eyes, and didn't dare to explore the sadness in his heart. He was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself, so he would open his arms to embrace his sadness. , to make vows that can never be fulfilled.

"Legolas, stay." Thranduil stretched out his hand gently, stroking his blond hair, "Don't make me worry."

"ADA." Legolas looked back, with a hollow smile on his face, "Sing me a song, the one you sang when I was a child."

Thranduil lowered his eyes in disappointment, pursed his lips slightly, and a ray of light bass slowly spread out, like a soft petal being torn away from the calyx by the breeze, wandering in the air mistyly, not in the clouds like flowing water In, gradually away.

"Between the here, Between the now,

Between the North, Between the South,

Between the West, Between the East,

Between the time, Between the place,

From the shell,

The Song of the Sea,

Neither quiet nor calm,

Searching for love again,

Moghrá (Mylove)

Between the winds, Between the waves,

Between the sands, Between the shores,

From the shell,

The Song of the Sea,

Neither quiet nor calm,

Searching for love again,

Between the stones, Between the storms,

Betweenbelief, Betweentheseas..."

(song of the sea)

Legolas listened in rapt attention, his eyes lightly fell on Thranduil's side face, he had experienced the vicissitudes of life, but never accumulated a trace of mundane smoke and dust, the years took away many things from him, but not In terms of spirit and strength, he still has a skin as clear as jade fat, which is so beautiful no matter what time it is.Seran hummed the rhythm softly, and seeing the end of the song, a faint solitude coiled around it, leaving behind a heavy sigh.

"I like this song very much. But it's so hard for you to sing." Legolas looked away at the swallowtail butterflies flying in the air.

"It can't be harder than letting you stay." Thranduil sighed.

"Where are we going next?" Legolas stood up, smiling all over his face, avoiding Thranduil's sadness abruptly.

"Go to the creek, I remembered that Gallian taught me something else." Thranduil got up and walked out of the cave first.

The stream was clear, and Thranduil was holding a sharpened branch, standing barefoot in the stream, with a concentrated expression, raised his arm slightly, and threw it suddenly, a big fish fluttered through the branch.

"Two more will be enough." Legolas cut open the fish with a dagger, threaded the packed fish on a branch, and grilled it over the fire.

The aroma is diffuse.

"Ada, you are not good at craftsmanship. You have pierced the gall of this fish, so you can't eat it." Legolas threw out a grilled fish, "Look at mine."

He looked up at a tree, and using both hands and feet, he quickly climbed to the branch protruding from the water, hung upside down, stretched out his hands in an instant, picked up a fish from the stream, and threw it ashore.

Thranduil smiled, "His Royal Highness is really good at it, I am ashamed of myself."

"Why do I sound awkward." Legolas jumped down from the tree, picked up the fish and went to the stream to clean it.

"Praise you."

"Treat me."

As night fell, the two found a masson pine forest. The ground was covered with a thick layer of pine needles, which were extremely soft and exuded the fragrance of pine resin.

Thranduil was the first to lie down on his back against the big tree, Legolas hesitated for a moment, and lay down next to him.

"Tomorrow, everything will be restored." Thranduil said softly, "I must return to the throne and be king."

"so?"

"Is there anything else you want to say to Prince Thranduil?"

"No."

"No?"

"What can I say? No matter how much I try to keep you, you are no longer the carefree prince. You are your majesty, the lord, and the king of the jungle."

"What if in front of you, I'm just Prince Thranduil? I'm your favorite friend, the one to confide in, would you like it?" Thranduil's voice was very soft, but Legolas was in a calm place. A touch of apprehension was heard.

"No, that's not true." Legolas shook his head with a smile, "That's an illusion that you tried so hard to pretend to be. Since it's an illusion, why do you want me to get stuck in it?"

"..." Thranduil was silent for a long time.

"Do you know what I will ask if I win?"

"what?"

"Let me go."

Thranduil seemed to be stabbed in the eyes by something, and he had to close his eyes tightly to isolate himself from reality.He was panting heavily, the pain was coming from his heart, the wound was bleeding, but he couldn't find a word of persuasion.

Legolas was in more pain than Thranduil. Under his faint and alienated smile, there was a heart full of blood and tears, and what kind of bleak sadness, only he knew.

The two are so close that the sound of breathing can be heard, but they are so far apart, it seems that they are at the two ends of the Milky Way, looking at each other, but they can't find a way out.

"Go back." Legolas looked at the position of the morning star, feeling a little uneasy, "If you are missing for a day, the underground palace will be in chaos."

"I've already said hello, and you can go back tomorrow morning." Thranduil turned over and lay on his side, "You like the smell of pine wood, we can sleep here."

"I..." Legolas frowned, time was running out, but the temperature beside him was extremely tempting, he wanted to cling to this temperature and sleep peacefully.

"Go to sleep." Thranduil put his arms around his waist, patted him twice symbolically, "Good night."

Legolas lay quietly, the warmth from his arms made him involuntarily move closer to Thranduil until his forehead lightly touched his cheek, "Sing song of the sea again, is it okay?"

Thranduil closed his eyes, hummed the melody softly, his deep voice was softly rendered, like smoke and mist, enveloping him warmly.

Legolas leaned closer, letting the warmth stay in his heart for as long as possible.

The night is like water.

Legolas stood up lightly, glanced at the sleeping Thranduil, leaped onto the branch, and quickly disappeared at the end of the pine forest.

Thranduil opened his eyes and heard the voice of Legolas gradually going away, but he didn't get up to catch up.

The moonlight shone coldly on his body, and the chill spread little by little, piercing his heart.

it's just a story

I am a person who likes to tell stories. The source of everything begins with my liking to tell stories, and I like to tell the different lives of different people.

I first wrote Longyu because I wanted to tell a different story, forbearance, kindness, evil, and resistance.The thread that runs through all of this is love, different loves, different ways of expression, and different endings.

Even in the darkest days of Longyu, there is still a glimmer of life relying on love, because love has this story, because love has these emotions.

I don't know when, everyone was full of disappointment with this story, for Seran, for Xiao Sai, and for me.

Maybe it's Seran's forbearance and restraint, maybe it's Xiao Sai's arrogance and insistence.Maybe it's the slowness of my description and my obsession with the characters in the story.

I love this story as much as my kids.

The love, hatred, and hatred in the story all come from my writing. I tried to figure out different ways of expressing love over and over again, striving for a three-dimensional character and a complete story.

In this story, there is little love and sweetness, lack of love words between you and me, he is tears and sighs immersed in blood, he is desire and fire falling on the cliff.He is depressed, he is hazy, but my friends, he is love.

It is Ye Zi's courage to give up death and return to purgatory, it is Seran's resoluteness to explore the bottom of the valley three times, and it is Xiao Sai's madness in falling into darkness.

this is Love.

This is what Longyu wants to express and is expressing so far.

If my friends saw this, they would be indignant because of Seran's hesitation and embarrassment, feel distressed because of Ye Zi's reticence, and disdain because of Xiao Sai's crazy loss of illness.Then why don't you give me a little more time to see how the gardener straightens out the chaos, how to give Lego justice, how to give Seran a chance, and how to give Xiao Sai an ending.

After all, that's what was said, Leather, HE.

After all, this is a story, and the gardener is telling it.

After all, we walked together, laughed together, and cried together.

After all, no one knows what kind of outlet time will give love.

The gardener is here, immortality is both output.

If friends have read the previous stories of the gardener along the way and are familiar with the temperament of the gardener, please be more patient and walk with me for a while.Don't ask for encouragement, but don't ask for abandon.

gardener bows