Voice of Dragonland

PS: I have been looking forward to and afraid of this chapter since a few months ago. I look forward to it because I want to see what kind of state of mind and pain I can write with my writing skills. I am afraid because I am afraid that everyone will still write. I died of a broken heart for not seeing the update.

However, after overthrowing and rewriting this chapter and revising it five or six times, I became numb and felt that nothing could hurt me anymore. I even suspected that this chapter was not cruel at all. I overreacted. How it is, everyone will know at a glance. [Friendly reminder, please wear body armor, this is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill...

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"The bleeding has stopped, no bones have been injured, so it's not a big problem." Elrond frowned, wrapping the gauze around Glorfindel's left arm in circles, where there was a wound more than a foot long, the deepest part Visible bones.

"How is he?" Glorfindel lowered his eyes and glanced at the elf tied up on the bed, not hiding the disgust and annoyance in his eyes.

"You're a little heavy handed." Elrond sighed, "Temporarily passed out."

"He uses all killer moves." Glorfindel frowned, "Even if I had friction with Thranduil, it wouldn't kill me like this, would it?"

"You know he has the curse of the undead on him." Elrond wrapped up his clothes and buttoned his clothes for him. "That was not his intention."

"Hmph, what virtues of Thranduil's second son don't you know?" Glorfindel's eyes flashed a trace of contempt, "He is arrogant and arrogant."

Elrond shook his head helplessly, "Don't care about it like a child."

"I know." Glorfindel nodded, "I just hate him for being so bold as to use witchcraft."

"That's right." Elrond said with a sad face, "This witchcraft is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and it is not easy to get rid of it completely. In addition to medication, he also needs his own cooperation."

"The battle is imminent, who has the time to spend with him?"

Elrond looked at Selosta, who was sleeping on the bed, his brows darkened for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "You are injured, so you are not suitable to go to the battlefield for the time being, how about..."

"Don't even think about it!" Glorfindel stood up abruptly, "I don't have children!"

Elrond smiled warmly, "Not bringing up children is fighting against evil forces."

Glorfindel wanted to leave in a hurry, but the wound on his arm was too bad to move, and he didn't know what medicine Elrond had been given, so he felt exhausted and just wanted to lie down and rest.

"Up to three days, I can trust your sense of justice, and it will definitely awaken the faith in this child." Elrond got up to pack the medicine box, "I have to look through the ancient books, maybe there are some methods that I have missed that can effectively treat him .”

Glorfindel sneered, "You know my temper, if I offend this prince, I will not be responsible."

"Okay." Elrond nodded helplessly, "Don't be too harsh. Also, Thranduil wrote that this kid is stubborn and domineering, so don't tell him about Legolas' return to the jungle."

Glorfindel nodded slightly.

Elrond left with a sigh, and the space suddenly became quiet, and the curtain decorated with white rose patterns was lifted gently by the breeze, revealing the elf on the soft mattress.

The long golden hair is smooth and shiny, the pretty face is as delicate and graceful as petals, the thick eyelashes spread out in a fan shape, casting a circle of dark shadows on the cheeks.

Without warning, he opened his eyes and looked straight at Glorfindel.The pupils of the eyes shrank to only a little bit of blue, surrounded by strange circles of red, and the black veins on the cheeks pulsated and floated like life, pure and evil.He tried to struggle, and found that the rope that bound him was laced with magic, and could not be broken free by brute force or witchcraft.So he changed his posture and looked at Glorfindel with great interest.

"Glorfindel, Lord of the Golden Flower..." Cylosta's voice was ominously hoarse, resembling the hiss of a snake swallowing a red core, "Hero of Gondolin, the strongest in Middle-earth in the third century Big elf..."

"There is no one else here, and I don't need you to introduce my deeds." Glorfindel said lightly, "For Thranduil's sake, I don't care about your attempt to kill me, and you don't want to continue challenge me.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean to kill you, I was just wondering how powerful a so-called most powerful elf can be... Unfortunately, it doesn't look like that, the fall of Turgang, the fall of Gondolin... "

"Sylosta." Glorfindel interrupted Sylosta's self-satisfied narration, "My experience is not an anecdote, why don't we talk about your life experience now."

"My life experience?" Selosta giggled, "Compared to the rebirth of a hero, what's so special about my life experience?"

Glorfindel lowered his eyes, "Yes, it's nothing special, it's just the reincarnation of Legolas, but I just learned that His Royal Highness Legolas returned to the jungle ten days ago. What's your opinion?"

The careless malice faded from Selosta's face, those conceited and indifferent arrogance disappeared like frost like water, the constricted pupils of the eyes loosened, and the blue pupils became dull and cloudy, "Legolas... Your Highness, go back to...the dense forest..."

Glorfindel curled his lips, "It seems that he can still regain his consciousness, so that's easy."

The first snow of winter has come, and the dense forest is shrouded in a hazy snow scene.The snowflakes are pure white and light, fluttering in the air, chasing the dust with the wind, covering the desolate land in front of you little by little, leaving a piece of pure whiteness.

The Grand Duke's team was about to leave, and Thranduil went to the school grounds to see the Grand Duke off.

"You can't go." Thranduil's palm fell on Legolas' shoulder, "Wait for me here, don't think about slipping away, they will bear the responsibility for your escape and pay the price with their lives for it."

Legolas glanced at the door outside the window, there were a large number of soldiers guarding it, and it seemed that he was determined to trap him in this conference room.

"..." It's useless to say more, Legolas sat down and flipped through the documents casually.

"I'll be back soon." Thranduil slowed down, "See you later."

Legolas nodded slightly, showing no emotion.

Thranduil's eyes lingered on him for a long time, then turned and left.

He is unwilling to oppress him with the majesty of the king, order him, and fetter him.But other than that, he has no way to keep him.Thranduil knew that Legolas was alienating him, more than before. There was no anger or excitement in his eyes, but indifference, like the surface of a frozen lake, with rough reflections, unwilling to stay Even for a second on his body.If possible, he would stay away from him, not speak to him for a day, a week, or even his whole life.

The previous harmony between the Prince of Spring and the Prince of Green Leaf seemed like a dream, shattered in different time and space, and could never be put back together. Buried by frost, lonely and lonely.

Legolas flicked through the documents carelessly, and accidentally knocked over the wooden box on the desk. The letters in the box were scattered all over the floor. He frowned slightly, and squatted down to sort them out one by one.

A piece of light green letter paper was caught in a pile of letters abruptly, without an envelope, it looked like a note, Legolas glanced at it.

The blood gradually froze, and there was a little pain in the heart, as if the wasp chasing him that day accidentally broke into his heart and stinged hard on the soft flesh of his heart.

The fingers tightened, and the letter paper crumpled and deformed in his hand.He took a careful breath and showed a desolate smile, "You love him, you can get happiness, why bother to be persistent for me?" '

The faint tenderness in the eyes gradually dissipated, revealing the dark determination underneath.

When Thranduil came back, Legolas was still sitting in the same place, flipping through the documents bit by bit, his silent and alienated appearance was no different from before.

"Let's go to the hall, we will have allies visiting today." Thranduil said softly.

Legolas put down the papers in his hand, got up and followed behind him.

"Are you going to ignore me for the rest of your life?" Thranduil didn't look back, his long golden hair hung behind him, the holly leaves on the crown of thorns were still green, and the dark green robe was stained with a few snowflakes, gradually melting into dewdrops, reflecting the light crystally.

"What do you want to say?" Legolas said in a low voice.

"Legolas." Thranduil sat down on the throne, "What is it that makes you so concerned that you want to avoid it by running away?"

"How will you deal with Selosta?" Legolas turned his face away, and abruptly asked the question that the two of them had been carefully avoiding.

"..." Thranduil choked, then nodded, "You care about Cylosta."

"I care about him forcing the palace to seize power, I care about him almost killing you!" Legolas' eyes sharpened for a moment, staring at Thranduil, "How do you deal with him?"

"There is no definite news about him yet..." Thranduil lowered his eyes.

"No news?" Legolas smiled softly. "Why would you lie to me if you expected me to open up?"

"You..." Thranduil sighed softly, motioning the guards in the hall to leave, "You read the letter Elrond sent me."

"Yes, I saw it, of course I can keep my mouth shut and keep silent." Legolas kept a stiff smile on his lips, "You can let me go and let me go to war, with him It is enough for one person to welcome you under your knees."

"Legolas!" Thranduil approached him, an uncontrollable melancholy expression emerged from his beautiful face and rose into the air, clearly identifiable, "No matter how I try to evade, I can't deny that this incident was caused by me. Cylostar is controlled by the undead, and Elrond has just found a way to deal with it. I want to wait for him to get rid of the undead and restore his original appearance before I mention it to you. But Everything doesn't mean that I don't value you or care about you."

"It's because of you, I'm sorry I don't quite understand what you mean, do you mean that you asked him to cast a curse in your tea to make you vomit blood to death, or did you ask him to usurp the throne and seize power and imprison you?" Lego Lars' eyes became colder and colder, and his blue eyes locked tightly on his blue pupils, "Every one is a capital offense, and you know this better than me."

"The reason is me. I didn't discipline him well, so that he was extreme and arrogant..." Thranduil lowered his eyes to avoid Legolas' sharp gaze, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"What are your plans after he recovers?" Legolas asked coldly.

"Take him back to the jungle." Thranduil pursed his lips, his voice was extremely soft, but it still hit Legolas' heart like a rock.

At that moment, Legolas couldn't help slowing down his breathing to calm down the choking feeling in his throat.

"Bring him back to the jungle and pretend nothing happened?" Legolas nodded, "It's indeed your style."

"Legolas, can you speak properly?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, what do you want to say? You want me to welcome Selosta's return with open arms, love him as my own brother, and live in the dense forest with his brothers and sisters to satisfy your desire for a harmonious family. expect?"

"You can blame me for not educating Selosta well, and you can criticize his actions. But I raised him as my own child, and I have the responsibility and obligation to guide and help him when he goes astray. Too young, need more guidance..."

"Yes, this is your duty, and you are duty-bound..." Legolas interrupted Thranduil roughly, "You will remove all obstacles for him, take every step for him, and be his eternal umbrella, He is a baby without you and will die at any moment! Even if he has grown up enough to have the courage to kill the king and his father! Even if he can step on the throne and calmly direct the operation of a country, you still refuse to let him take responsibility , or cover up and indulge him!"

"I do not have!"

"You didn't?" Legolas' smile became colder, "Do you believe that?"

"..." Thranduil's thin lips parted slightly, but he couldn't find a word to refute.

"I believe it! If you bring him back to the jungle right now and deal with it according to the laws of the country, I believe that you have not covered up or condoned, and you are still the wise king who is discerning and clear about rewards and punishments!" Legolas suddenly raised his voice.

"I admit that I have indulged him and blindly allowed him to be unrestrained for the past 200 years. I should bear the consequences, instead of using his death to make up for the accidents that have happened and appease your anger!"

"My anger..." Legolas smiled, and the smile was wandering in his eyes. "Are you blaming me for being cruel? Are you blaming me for being unreasonable...Okay, very good."

"That's not what I mean, why do you always misinterpret my intentions? It was true 300 years ago, and it is still true now?" Thranduil gasped heavily, forcing himself to calm down, "Legolas, I don't want to be with you Arguing, I don't even want to see you like this..."

"Crazy? Manic? Compared to you, yes." Legolas put away his smile, his eyes became cold, "You are not rational, not calm, you are blinded by your unrestrained love !"

"He is my child." Thranduil lowered his gaze, the helplessness in his tone was as cold and fine as snow melted in spring.

"I'm your child too!" The pain in his heart almost burst, a golden light appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't see Thranduil's expression clearly because of the pain.

"Legolas, it's different, you're different." Thranduil stood in front of him, holding his breath, as if waiting for something, those twinkling star pupils seemed to contain subtle emotions, in the silent Struggling and turbulent under the outside, about to break out of the cocoon.

"Yes, you love him or not, of course we are different!" Legolas knew that he was standing on the edge of the cliff, but he was not afraid, he knew that he was only one step away from his goal, and he deeply Looking into Thranduil's eyes, he buried the love in his heart with anger and unwillingness.

"How do you know I don't love you?" Thranduil raised his face and closed his eyes slightly. Legolas couldn't see the sea of ​​stars flowing in his eyes, couldn't see the tenderness and sadness buried deep in his eyes, "You I only saw my kindness to Selosta, but I didn’t know why I had to cover and indulge him in such a way! If you don’t stand in my position, you can’t understand my position.”

"Forgiveness..." Legolas felt that he was forced to fall off the cliff, the smile on the corner of his mouth was as stiff as a dead wood, and he was holding his heart in the air, and he would soon be smashed to pieces along with his soul.He couldn't help taking a deep breath, and every word he was about to say was a dagger stained with poison, and he wanted to nail them into Thranduil's heart one by one, and into his own soul, "Of course you If you can forgive him, since you can climb into his bed, what else can't you forgive?"

There was a bang in Thranduil's mind, as if the entire dense forest had collapsed in front of him, with ruins lying horizontally and branches flying, and he clearly saw his bloody corpse lying horizontally on the ruins.It's blasphemy, it's a curse, it's reincarnation, it's retribution!The hall is so dark, isolated from sunlight and temperature, every turbulence in the air is like a sharp knife piercing into the chest.All the blood on his face faded, his tall and straight figure suddenly slumped, and he was about to lose his balance and fall to the ground.He suddenly showed a blank smile, which froze in panic, faded, and gradually withered.

"..." Legolas regretted.

He clearly saw the broken and bloody scars in Thranduil's eyes, saw the despair and misery emanating from his body, and saw that he had to stretch out his hands to cover his heart, where there were invisible wounds, some The excruciating pain of stripping blood vessels.

Legolas stared at Thranduil for a long time, seeing the dead paleness in his eyes like the water of the whole ocean, about to drown him in it.

"Get out..." He murmured angrily.

"ADA..." Legolas heard himself calling him, hoarse and out of tune.

"Get out!" Thranduil slightly raised his voice, his voice trembled violently, without a trace of the pride and dignity of a king.

"..." Legolas retreated a little bit, some kind of liquid fell into his heart, corroding every word he wanted to apologize and redeem beyond recognition, and it was deeply frozen there.

"If you hate me..." Thranduil stood up straight with difficulty, his deep voice was like a rusted arrowhead, dull and dull, and its sharpness faded, "Why don't you stab your sword into my chest? Why not Kill me to end this..."

Legolas turned around and forced his unconscious legs to take a step away from here. He was afraid that he would rush up to embrace the shattered Thranduil in his arms the next moment, and he was afraid that he would draw out his sword and die in the next moment. In front of him, he was afraid... seeing Thranduil's tears...

Thranduil bent down slowly, and his trembling palms fell on the armrest of the throne. Severe pain fermented and boiled in his body, which swelled up little by little, taking away his breath and heartbeat little by little.

A drop of transparent liquid fell coldly on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, "Why don't you kill me...Since you think I'm so unbearable..."

The world of Legolas was empty. He couldn't think, listen, or move. The memory area in his brain was broken, and he played that scene back and forth.Thranduil bent down, held his heart, and asked him over and over again in a desperate voice, "If you hate me...why didn't you stab my chest with your sword? Why didn't you kill me to end all this? ..."

"Do you hurt?" Legolas laughed in a low voice, cold and desperate, "Do you know how much I hurt?"

He fell on his back to the ground, and the thick carpet gently held his body, but it couldn't hold his broken heart, "It's the pain of being boiled in molten iron, it's an eternal purgatory..."

Tears slowly rolled down the cheeks, "Hate me, let me go, never remember me, never..."

The space was silent, no one answered his questions, only the beating sound of his heart, reminding him that he was still alive.

There was a stabbing pain on the back of the hand, a small flame ignited strangely, and the night came.