Voice of Dragonland

PS: This is my story, everyone can share it, make complaints about it, or beat me up, but I don’t accept any rectification of the plot. From the very beginning, this story is destined to have such a direction and such hardships. Yes, Leather, High Abuse, HE.As for how to he and how to give it an ending, I naturally have arrangements.

Finally, thank you for your love, and the gardener will continue to work hard.

I would like to say something long-winded. The next chapter is where the voice of Longyu will be the most abused. This is not a drill. Please wear body armor. In the next chapter, I will use an AK47.

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The moment Legolas fled into the bedroom in a hurry, the flame on the back of his hand was already ignited.The burning pain was overwhelming.He lay quietly on the carpet, letting the flames engulf him little by little, letting the tearing and burning pain play out all over his body.

Legolas bit his lower lip, desperate and calm, even if he became a prince for himself, gave up the king's posture for himself, and smiled like a flower for himself, that is not love... It is just the affection of a father who has devoted all his efforts, that is nothing but love. It is pity and apology for my own devastated life...

"That's why you recognized me, but you couldn't lift the curse completely..."

He murmured, twitching slightly in pain, maddened by torture.

He struggled to get up, saw himself burning with flames in the mirror, looked at himself full of despair and madness, watched his skin and flesh gradually change color due to burning, and tightened, "I don't love——you don't love——"

The morning sun fell on the tired soul, but it did not bring warmth to the cold state of mind.Opening his eyes, he stared at the window lattice blankly, his memory was like a child who had run away from home, dragging his unwilling steps back under the urging of an adult.Finally, when the dust settled, the sharp knife stabbed the center opening, bloody and bloody.

"It's time to go..." He whispered to himself, "Even if it makes you hate me..."

Legolas carefully checked his appearance. The beautiful and tall elf in the mirror was staring at him. The sorrow and reluctance in his eyes were about to overflow. He tried to smile, but was surprised by the despair in the smile. out of sight.

He turned around and walked towards Thranduil's study with firm and steady steps.

The amber lamp in the study room hangs high, shining like gold, heavy and gorgeous, and the tall and rigid bookshelf is full of tomes.Thranduil was flipping the pages of the book at the desk, and seeing Legolas enter, he quickly closed the book in his hand.

"Legolas?"

"Father." Legolas lowered his eyes, calm and easy-going.

"It's just in time." Thranduil handed him the book in his hand, "I hope you can read this book."

Legolas raised his head in surprise, he had already thought about the words of farewell, but he never thought that Thranduil would ask him to read such a heavy book at this time.

He took the book with some doubts, "History of Changhu Town? You want me to read this?"

Thranduil turned his gaze, "Yes, let's go now."

"But..." He clearly saw a trace of unnatural embarrassment in Wang's eyes.

"Go." Thranduil's voice was gentle but irrefutable, "I hope to hear your opinion on this book in the afternoon."

Legolas nodded, and flipped open the title page.

"Wait a minute. Do you want to read here?" Thranduil was a little panicked, and stepped forward to close the pages of the book.

"What's wrong?" Legolas looked at him inexplicably.

"I'll see when I'm gone." Thranduil still had a cold and serious look, as if yesterday's playfulness and liveliness were just a dream with vivid colors, but amidst the majesty of the king, More or less soft and gentle, like gems inlaid in silver metal, faintly exuding dazzling luster.

Legolas nodded helplessly, "Okay."

Only then did Thranduil feel relieved, and slowly left the study and walked towards the main hall.The pale cyan robe is embellished with silver dark lines, and the strands are shining under the light. The blond hair is scattered on the shoulders, letting the sun break through the sky and hit the earth directly.Legolas' eyes greedily followed the figure until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

There was a piece missing in his heart, and he was in a dull pain. He finally looked back and opened the book in his hand.

The brown sheepskin cover has experienced vicissitudes, and the ancient paper exudes a warm orange light, silently telling the vicissitudes of history and the changes of the world.

Little by little of Changhu unfolded in front of him.Legolas patiently flipped through the pages.

A paper cut out of nowhere appeared in the center of the page.

Startled, Legolas reached out to pick it up.

On the soft paper, the backs of the two people are carefully outlined with ink pens. One is slightly tall, with warrior braids, short shirt and short boots, and a dagger hanging obliquely around his waist; The dark lines on the wrists were also drawn out with a pen, and the two stood side by side, with a butterfly tail resting on each shoulder.

The palm-sized paper-cut carries Thranduil's best wishes.

There was a warm smile on the corner of Legolas' mouth, but it quickly faded away.

"You want to say that we are father and son, relatives, and will always be, right?" He raised his eyes and looked out along the rows of bookshelves, as if he wanted to see through time and space into the heart of that person, "You don't I know, I'm never going back..."

Thranduil lightly rubbed the paper-cut in his hand, and the calmness at the corners of his mouth loosened slightly. He couldn't figure out what Legolas was thinking, but he just vaguely felt that Legolas was still preoccupied after the dispelling curse, and was still in a state of panic. He was still blocked by the thick heart door, and he wanted to enter, but he couldn't find a way.

But his return is already a gift, a mercy of God. As for whether he can keep him, and whether he can improve the gap between them... Thranduil sighed softly, "I will keep you, even if you hate I……"

"Your Majesty, a letter from Lord Elrond." Fei Lun trotted through the winding corridor, handing the letter to Thranduil.

Thranduil opened the letter, took out the light green letter, glanced at it quickly, stood up suddenly, the corners of his lips were stretched into a straight line, his breath was a little short, but he calmed down quickly, "You wait for me here, and I will reply to the letter immediately." To Rivendell."

My friend sees Xin'an:

Knowing that you are looking for His Royal Highness Selosta, I am anxious and empathize with you.Yifeng Lord Glorfindel was inspecting the border, met His Highness, and had brought him back to Rivendell.His Highness is under the curse of the undead, and it is very difficult to get rid of it.However, my friend does not have to worry about it, and please entrust His Highness to me with peace of mind, and I will do my best to treat him.When the curse of the undead is completely lifted, I will definitely send His Highness back in person, my friend, please be at ease.

Elrond

Thranduil wrote a reply and handed the letter to Faerun, "Go and reply quickly."

"Yes, Mylord!" Phelan turned around.

"Wait a minute!" Thranduil glanced at Faerun, "Don't let His Royal Highness Legolas know about this."

"Your Majesty..." Galian said from the side, "You..."

"Do as I say."

Fei Lun caressed, turned and left.

"Your Majesty, you should have a good talk with His Highness. You know that His Highness is very concerned about His Highness Selosta's rebellion. When you... were in trouble, he almost wanted to follow you back to Vera's side." The worry in Gallian's eyes Form a dead knot, ups and downs.

"Galion..." Thranduil turned around, with a little deep sadness in his eyes, "Of course I know he cares about this. In the final analysis, Legolas is my son, the legitimate Prince of the Jungle. Have you ever wondered what is the situation with Cylostar now that Legolas is back?"

"I……"

"I took him away from his birth mother's arms and brought him up. I pampered him, let him go, didn't want to blame, didn't want to restrain him, which caused him to be disrespectful, rebellious, and even make big mistakes. Isn't it me who is the source of all the mistakes? Now that Legolas is back in the jungle, I should leave him alone?" Thranduil's eyes fell quietly on the small dark lines on the table, "I Of course I know that Legolas is dissatisfied with Selosta, and I even clearly know that you have changed from love to hate for Selosta... But Gallian, I can't abandon him."

He raised his eyes, and there was a sour luster in those always wise and indifferent eyes, which was the indignation and helplessness of a father facing his indisputable son.

Gallian knew that the 200 years of companionship and comfort could not be dissipated, but now that Legolas had returned to the jungle, the father and son were at the juncture of reconciliation, and the concealment at this moment was by no means a good sign.

"Your Majesty, I hope you can handle this matter properly. It may become the biggest barrier between you and His Highness Legolas." Gallian lowered his head, "I don't want you to choose to hide it from the beginning."

"I don't want to either, but Legolas wants to leave the jungle, and I can't give him an excuse to make up his mind at this time."

Gallian sighed softly.

"Elrond has a way to get rid of the curse of undead on Selostar, it just takes time, I will find the right time to talk to Legolas about it." Thranduil raised his eyes, "but definitely not now ."

Gary reassured.Put all the anxiety and uneasiness deep in the bottom of my heart.

restaurant.

Legolas ate the food in front of him calmly, but Thranduil just fiddled with the nuts.

"ADA."

"Um?"

"What are you thinking?"

"No." Thranduil gently put down the fork, his frozen eyes turned slightly, with a gentle luster, "That book..."

"Which passage do you want to hear me recite?" Legolas smiled lines at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes casually glanced across Thranduil's cheek, well hiding his tenderness and nostalgia under his indifference.

"..." Thranduil took a breath, and adjusted his sitting posture a little uneasy, "You..."

"What?" He didn't look at Thranduil, but just played with the glass wine glass in his hand. The golden liquid was rippling in the glass, and the aroma of the wine diffused. Under the rich aroma of the wine, there was a hint of bitterness, which was inaudible.

"No." Thranduil wiped his lips with a napkin, "you can eat, I still have documents to read."

"ADA."

"Um?

"When will the Grand Duke's team leave?"

Thranduil froze slightly.

"It's been three days late, and I think it's time. I'll go with the Grand Duke." Legolas' tone was firm and stiff.

"No!" Thranduil stood up suddenly, an irresistible majesty radiated from his body, it was the aura of an emperor, the majesty of a monarch.Even though he didn't want to, he still had to use the majesty of a country's king to suppress and restrain him, even if he could only get his hatred in the end.

"reason?"

"I won't allow it." Thranduil finally sank his face, "Without my order, you can't go anywhere!"

"why?"

"I've already said the reason very clearly, and you know it well." Thranduil sighed, and there was a hint of sadness in his tough tone, "Is it so difficult to get along with me? Is it that disgusting to you?"

"ADA, this has nothing to do with you, it's just my choice, you can't imprison me for the rest of my life." Legolas shook his head, with a faint expression of difficulty and determination on his cheeks, and suddenly smiled again, "Maybe you can, if you are willing to do this If the dead Araki kills me inch by inch."

"Legolas..." Thranduil approached him, reaching out to touch his cheek.

The warmth of his fingertips was already close at hand, Legolas turned his face slightly to avoid it.

"I beg you..." Thranduil's voice was almost inaudible, full of despair in depression, flowing fragilely under the stern appearance, "I can't bear your accident again, I can't face you again. To the possibility of losing you."

"Of course you won't." Legolas took a step back, looking away, "I will return with honor."

"Will you come back?" Thranduil shook his head, the despair spread in his heart and took root, "You won't, Legolas, your purpose is not to join the war, but to leave me."

"..." Legolas looked back, "the child will grow up one day, don't you think your intervention is too selfish?"

"Yes, selfish." Thranduil nodded slightly, "If I could have kept you selfishly 300 years ago and prevented you from going to Glasgow, nothing would have happened." Legolas There was a hint of determination in Dill's cold eyes, "You..."

"I choose...to be selfish." Thranduil took a step back, his cold voice raised a degree, "Inform the captain of the guards that from today onwards, the scope of His Royal Highness Legolas' activities is limited to the underground palace, and he is not allowed to leave the city gate."

Legolas closed his eyes slightly, "What are you doing?"

"In this world, no one can be carefree." Thranduil drooped his eyelids and lifted them up quickly and sadly. The helplessness in his eyes was like rain, dripping sparsely on Legolas' heart, " Money, love, rights, life, everyone has their own obsessions, but mine..." He paused, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, but he was as lonely as water, "It's you."

Legolas suddenly looked away, suppressing the wet touch and warmth, "Is it me, or is it your unwillingness to lose a loved one? Can you tell the difference?"

"Of course," Thranduil's finger finally landed on his cheek, the slight warmth almost pierced his heart, reaching the most hidden corner of his heart, "it's you."

Legolas took a deep breath, and forcibly withdrew the watery light that was about to go off the rails in the corner of his eyes, "You must keep me? Even if I hate you?"

"Yes." Thranduil nodded lightly, "Even if you hate me, even if you can no longer treat me as a friend or even a relative, I will never let you leave."

"You said that you want to be a friend, a family member, understand me, and be close to me. Is this your last resort?"

"I'm sorry." Thranduil took out a paper-cut from the hidden pocket of his robe, and handed it to Legolas, "As long as you want, he's always here..." After saying that, Thranduil turned around Leaving the dining room, the thick brocade robes snaked silently on the ground, but they couldn't heal the gully in their hearts.

Legolas stared blankly at the paper-cut in his hand, which was not exactly the same as the one in the previous book. In this picture, Prince Thranduil put his hand on Prince Legolas' shoulder, and the two leaned on each other. It's very close, without a trace of separation.