Voice of Dragonland

PS: Whose heart has been broken and whose soul has been tortured by such a choice?What Thranduil didn't understand was how they got to this point.What Legolas knew was that he never had the face to mention the word love to the man in front of him...

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A strange warmth surrounded him tightly, and the familiar orchid musk scent came to his pillow as clearly as through a dream, and Legolas opened his eyes wearily.

He was hugged in his arms and slept on his side.Warm palms pressed against the back of his head, and strong arms wrapped around his waist.He was in a daze, his mind was muddled, but he didn't want to move, he just simply enjoyed such a warm hug.

Something strange sounded in the back of his mind, similar to howling, similar to roaring, he opened his eyes again, and looked at the other party.

The naked body against him was covered in livid tooth marks and bruises.

Legolas raised his head stiffly, and saw the face that had appeared in his dreams all year round.

The thick eyebrows were tightly locked, and the lines between the brows were deep.Under the curled eyelashes, dry tears could be vaguely seen, crawling towards the temples.The beautifully contoured lips are covered with fine wounds...

The thunder exploded in his heart, leaving only a bloody chaos.

"No…" he murmured, as if dying.

Thranduil's eyelashes trembled slightly, and those blue eyes slowly opened, staring at him with clear eyes.

"Better?" he asked, his voice hoarse and rough, but his tone gentle and gentle.Legolas flinched back, but was surprised to find that he was still in Thranduil's body.

"No!" He staggered up and fled far away to another corner of the room.

Thranduil stood up slowly, blood-colored thick liquid overflowed from between his legs, and slowly slid down his white inner thighs.

Obscene and depraved.

And he didn't care about the scars and pain around his body at all, and he didn't show any embarrassment. He just looked at Legolas, turning all his care and tenderness into a gaze, which fell heavily on him.

"No..." He didn't remember the situation after the fire, he didn't know how he violated him, tortured him, he didn't know how he left these humiliating marks on his body.He didn't dare to look into his eyes, didn't dare to look at the tooth marks superimposed on his body, the glaring bruises.

"Legolas..." His voice was hoarse and tired, and he tried to move closer to him.

"Don't come here!" Legolas' pale to transparent cheeks were clearly written with breakdown.

"..." Thranduil stood by the bed a few steps away from him.

A few rays of sunlight sprinkled on his body through the gaps in the curtains, that perfect, firm and slender body seemed to shine through the light, moist and shiny, even though the scars and bruises all over the ambiguity were still so holy and noble.

Legolas closed his eyes in pain.

"It's not your fault." Thranduil reached out and picked up his robe to cover his body, "You don't have to worry about it."

"Get out!" Legolas closed his eyes.

"Lego..."

"I beg you..." His voice trembled, his whole body froze, his complexion looked extremely fragile, it seemed that as long as Thranduil stepped forward, he would suddenly burst open and turn into powder .

Thranduil stood silently for a long time, and finally left.

Legolas stared blankly at the place where Thranduil had stayed. The dark carpet was stained with mottled blood, and the air was filled with obscenity.And Thranduil's breath and temperature remained on his fingertips...

"What did I do..." He inserted his fingers into the hair and tore it fiercely, "How could you allow me... allow me to defile your soul..."

"What did he say?" Thranduil's eyes fell on the empty dinner plate, as if there was something about the white porcelain that attracted his attention.

"Your Highness..." Gallian frowned, "He said he wanted to have dinner in the bedroom."

"Did you take my words with you?" Thranduil finally raised his eyes and landed on the butler.

"Yes, I have conveyed your invitation." Gallian's expression became more and more awkward, "Your Highness said... thank you for your kindness, he..."

"What?" Thranduil clenched his fists unconsciously.

"He doesn't want to see you." Gallian lowered his head even lower.

"I see." Thranduil nodded, "Go to work."

Gallian trotted away as if he had been pardoned.

Thranduil silently lowered his eyes.In just one day and night, the emotions that were carefully cared for, and the cautious reserve completely disappeared, as clean and thorough as if they had never existed before.

He spread out his palms, the wet sweat reflected the cold luster under the candlelight, he tried to squeeze them tightly, but his hands were still empty and nothingness.

The night is shrouded, and the fine snowflakes are flying one after another, like a light dance in winter, dense and gentle.

Legolas still sat with his knees hugged, burying his cheek deeply in his knees.

There was a slight knock at the door, and he raised his eyes slightly, sending a numb glance, which contained nothing but despair.

When a man wants nothing from the world, and has nothing left, how can you force him to cheer up and devote himself to society and pleasantries?

Gallian's voice was full of worry and persuasion, "Your Highness, Your Majesty invites you to the main hall."

Legolas squeezed the gemstone brooch with a broken corner in his hand, staring blankly at the small stain on the carpet, and made no sound except panting and heartbeat.

"Your Majesty..." Gallian sighed softly, and simply sat on the floor outside the door, "Your Highness, if you don't think I'm noisy, I still have something to say to you."

Galian's eyes were far away and empty, and they fell mistyly on the empty corridor.

"I know that you resent Your Majesty, hate him for being extremely strict with you, but gave all his love to another child during your disappearance. Even when you returned to him, he still treated the child who hurt him Never forgetting, you feel unfair and wronged, I know..."

He stopped and shook his head slightly, "But you don't know how much he loves you, you don't know what position you occupy in his heart. You don't know what kind of blow your rejection and alienation are to him. We Your Majesty, he has always been arrogant and aggressive, introverted and indifferent, whether it is pain or pressure, he hides in his heart, and he refuses to show the slightest clue on his face. That is the pride of the king, the majesty of the monarch, he is used to it. So when he clamored to find the clothes he wore when he was a prince, it really surprised me. Your Highness, can you think of it? Your father, the king, practiced smiling in front of the mirror over and over again, practicing the way he talked and walked before. What kind of scene? Funny? Childish? Unbelievable? Yes, but he is so serious, so serious that it is ridiculous. He did everything he could think of, approaching you, wanting your understanding and approval, I want to be closer to your heart, a little closer..."

"I'm just a steward of the royal family, and it's not appropriate to say many things from my mouth, but have you really never doubted the origin of His Royal Highness Selosta? Have you really never thought about why His Majesty indulged this child so much? Do you really not understand His Majesty's intention at all?"

"You hate him for not letting you go, not letting you go to the battlefield, you hate him for deliberately concealing Selosta's whereabouts, you hate him so deeply, but have you ever thought how sad he is in the face of your hatred? He thought What I want is to see you well and happy, that's all. The children of the royal family are different from ordinary people, and they are destined to bear many responsibilities. The years are long, and slowly, you will never regain the original softness. Yours Father is the best example. And you are so similar, same stubborn, same persistent, same stingy and open your heart to each other. Who did your stubbornness hurt? Your Highness, it is your father who loves you very much."

"I don't know why you and His Majesty are arguing, why you insist on not seeing him, I only see him pale like a wandering soul that has been dead for many years. I am afraid, afraid that he will fall into madness like when he lost you three hundred years ago, and that he will eventually I can't bear such torture and give up my life. You are used to his strength and indifference, but I see his fragility and fear in my eyes. You may never imagine such a scene, just like he will never tell you , after you disappeared, what did he do, how did he survive those days when the sharp knife pierced his heart..."

"I'm not blaming you, the pain you endured is beyond my imagination, but you survived hard and returned to the dense forest by chance, isn't it the guidance of Vera? The most important thing Isn't it in front of you? Your Highness, His Majesty is waiting for you in the main hall, why don't you go and see him?"

"You go, let me be alone." The indifferent voice was like snowflakes falling from the sky at this moment, falling on Galian's heart in large groups.

"You really have the heart...for me to reply His Majesty like this?" He stood up and looked at the door in disbelief.

Silence.

Gallian sighed and walked away with heavy steps.

the other side of the door.

The sharp cut of the gemstone brooch pierced into the palm, and the blood slid down the lines of the palm little by little.

Legolas raised his face, revealing a desolate and bewildered smile, and tears flowed down his wounded heart.

"How could I not feel bad...how could I not know...but Galian, how do you want me to see him?...I pierced his heart with a poisoned sword, broke his pride, and shattered Infringed his dignity, then stained his body, humiliated his soul... How do you let me face..." The reality is so cruel, he can only isolate those nightmare realities by closing his eyes.

Time was slow and viscous, and Legolas was in a daze, but he didn't realize that the punctual flame hadn't ignited, and he curled up there intact, weeping secretly.

There was a slight rustling sound in the corridor outside the door, it was the sound of his robe rubbing against the ground, he suddenly slowed down his breathing, choked up his throat, and made no sound.

Thranduil listened intently, and there was a dead silence in the bedroom, there was no slight sound of flames burning and flesh ripping apart, and no groaning from Legolas suppressed.

Slightly relieved, he sighed indistinctly, and turned his gaze to the end of the corridor, where there was a patio where one could see the sky, and the snowflakes were falling in curls, cold and cold, just like his dry and parched heart.

He stood there quietly, with a tall and straight figure and an elegant posture, but there was only a touch of gray and ethereal in his eyes, even more so than the snowflakes falling all over the sky.

For a few days like this, no matter how Galian conveyed Thranduil's invitation, Legolas refused all of them bluntly.As night fell, Thranduil lingered at the door of his bedroom.

That door is always closed, separating the two scarred hearts.

Thranduil's eyes were slightly cold, and his lips became paler. He persisted day and night, making him haggard and exhausted. The robe was loosely draped over his shoulders, covering this exhausted and pale soul.

The door opened suddenly, without warning, suddenly.

An equally pale Legolas appeared behind the door.

Thranduil's eyes turned around, focused and anxious, the worries and expectations he could not express overflowed from his eyes, and fell on Legolas' face with scorching heat.He tried to show a little smile, and Legolas' blue eyes were like the moonlight falling on the treetops in early winter, cold and misty, reflecting the cold and hard luster of metal.The arc of Thranduil's mouth was barely lifted, and gradually loosened, and finally returned to a straight line, "Are you... alright?"

Legolas lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, "Okay."

Thranduil nodded nonchalantly, "That's good."

Relatively speechless, Legolas' indifference was like a frozen lake, isolating all light and heat from the thick layer of ice.Thranduil opened his lips slightly, but he didn't know what else he could persuade and comfort.

In the end, he didn't say anything, just nodded, gave Legolas a light look, turned and walked along the corridor.

The uneasiness, pity, tenderness, reluctance, and sadness contained in that look are like the water that capsizes the entire ocean, and can drown Legolas alive in it.

The robe was winding, and the thorn patterns woven with dark silver threads seemed to come alive under the light of the amber light, piercing straight into the bottom of Legolas' heart.

It was completely different from the back in memory, lonely, thin, lost, and even slightly groggy.He was going to go to the gorgeous and empty bedroom, staring silently at his bleeding wound.

The fingers pinching the door frame gradually tightened. Seeing that Thranduil was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, he finally chased him out.

In just a few dozen meters, and only a few quick steps, he firmly grasped Thranduil's wrist.

Thranduil stopped, but didn't look back, his blond hair hung down his cheeks, covering the precarious Araki under his eyes.

"..." Legolas parted his lips, but didn't speak. He just used force to pull him back to his bedroom.

He slammed the door behind him, and pushed Thranduil on the armchair.Legolas got down on one knee.

"ADA..."

Thranduil looked at the stern-looking Legolas, and hastily smiled back.

"I will not run away, I will not leave you, I will be your obedient child, prince of the jungle... I will not interfere with what you teach Cylostra, but ask anything you don't want to explain..." He forced himself to look up Eyes, staring at Thranduil's face, staring at his blue eyes.

"What do you want?" Thranduil's voice was gentle and gentle, but mixed with death-like despair.

"I want you to go back to the past, to be a stern and indifferent father, a noble and unruly king." Legolas heard himself spit out those words that went against his expectations coldly, "We used to get along like this, this is Your original intention was my blind greed, trying to change all of this and lead to today's situation..."

"Do you think we can go back?" Thranduil's pale lips curled up unconsciously, "Go back to the past?"

"Yes, as long as you want!" Legolas held his icy fingertips, "Everything is possible, as long as you forget that ridiculous past, as long as you know that this is not my intention..."

"It wasn't your intention..." Thranduil nodded, "Yes...you never wanted to hurt me, you just wanted to hide and bear the pain alone..."

"It's lifted, the curse has been lifted, I don't have any troubles anymore... I have no reason to leave..." Legolas pressed his forehead to Thranduil's fingertips, a little bit of coldness entered his heart, He shivered from the cold.

"Really?" Thranduil's fingertips became colder, he curled his mouth, hesitantly placed his palm on the top of Legolas' head, "Is this what you expected?"

"...Yes." He closed his eyes and breathed heavily, "Please do it."

"You are right, this is our best and only way out..." Thranduil's fingers ran down Legolas' smooth hair and landed on his bloodless cheek, "I……"

He suddenly choked up, his blue eyes raised slightly, there were stars, sun and moon that contained the entire sky, they were deeply soaked in the ocean of sorrow and shone brightly.

"What are you hesitating for?" Legolas' palm was also icy cold, he squeezed Thranduil's fingers tightly, wanting to give each other some warmth, but found in despair that they were already bone-chillingly cold.

"I..." Thranduil blinked his eyelashes lightly, and the starlight in his eyes shattered, "Aeanírach (as you wish)..."

The strings in Legolas' heart suddenly broke, and all the weight fell heavily on Thranduil's knee, "ADA... I'm sorry..."

Who can understand the tragedy and desolation in those long years without witnessing it first-hand?

Who can judge, or conclude?

Tears finally fell, like a torrential rain.

"Legolas..." Thranduil's voice was ethereal and empty, "I have always felt that there are many things buried deep in my heart, and I have no chance to tell you. But now that I think about it, what I want to say is only Just a few words."

Legolas fell on Thranduil's knee, choking silently.

"If you do it all over again, let me stay in Longyu for you."

"..." Legolas shuddered suddenly, the pain was like boiling hot oil, piercing through the flesh and reaching the marrow of the bone.

"You rest, I should go back to my bedroom." Thranduil withdrew his finger from Legolas' palm, "I won't bother you in the future, you are free in the underground palace."

"ADA..." Legolas pressed his wrist, "stay with me for a while... just a little while..."

"..." Thranduil's desolate eyes fell on his shoulders, "Legolas, how did we... get to this point?"

Legolas tried his best to hold back his tears, and raised his face with a pale smile, "ADA, this is the best ending."

"Yes, after all, no one knows what kind of fate the years will give us." Thranduil gently wiped the tears on Legolas' cheeks, "Even the gods can't control emotions, let alone us ..."

"Do you hate me?" Legolas asked softly.

"No." Thranduil shook his head, his eyes were gentle and his expression was serene, "never."

"Can I... give you a hug?"

Legolas opened his arms without waiting for Thranduil's consent, and hugged him tightly. Thranduil's chest was very warm, and the musk musk breath was particularly sweet. He closed his eyes and silently prayed that time would never stop. As time goes by, he is willing to sleep forever in this embrace.