Voice of Dragonland

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"Galian, what are these wines for?" Legolas came back from his patrol in the dense forest camp, and happened to meet Galian walking towards the main camp holding two huge wine jugs half a person's height.

Gallian looked back at Legolas, his eyes were very indifferent: "Your Majesty ordered me to bring him some wine."

Legolas was used to Galian's indifference, since the last time he refused Galian's long heart-to-heart talk, the kind butler became gloomy and silent.

"So much?" Legolas frowned, "Did Lord Elrond be invited?"

"No, he's the only one." Galian turned around and walked towards the tent with the jug in his arms.

Legolas hesitated for a moment, and followed Gallian into the main camp.

The candlelight was dim, and Thranduil was sitting behind the long table, playing with the glass wine cup.The blond hair that was not bound by the crown was casually scattered around the cheeks, there was a faintly sad smile in the corner of the mouth, the eyes were barren, and there was no grass growing.

Galian didn't say much, and stepped forward to fill up the wine glass in the king's hand, and filled up the glass inlaid and silver carved jug in his hand.

The warm aroma of Dovinin's wine meandered over, Thranduil raised his wine glass and carefully inspected the bright red liquid in the glass.When the first blush on the face was ignited, there was a subtle light in the eyes, and between the shades, there was sadness.

The lips were slightly parted, and the hue and mellowness of the mouthpiece flowed down, quietly warming his parched and paralyzed heart.So the smile on his lips slightly raised, and he yearned for this hot burning liquid even more.

Legolas put his hand over the glass when he raised it for the third time: "You have drunk too much."

Upon hearing this, Thranduil raised his eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't drink too much." Legolas said in a low voice, his eyes moved away from Thranduil's slightly flushed cheeks, "This is a battlefield."

"Thank you for your reminder." Thranduil pushed his hand away, and swallowed the spirit in the glass with his head up.

"What are you doing?" Legolas was a little annoyed, and simply grabbed the wine glass and put it out of his reach, "It's not like your style."

"My style?" Thranduil curled the corners of his mouth, his expression relaxed and casual, "What is my style?"

"Calm, steady, wise, and transparent." Legolas stared at him, "This is the Thranduil I know."

Galian took the wine glass calmly, filled it up, and handed it to Thranduil.

So the thin lips parted lightly, and swallowed into the belly.

Galian refilled his glass again, ignoring the prince's murderous eyes.

"Your Highness probably has something to say, so go down first." Thranduil stared at the naturally formed lines on the wine glass, and said nonsense casually, "The glass that has been filled with red wine must be cleaned as soon as possible. The juice, both in smell and in color, resembles rotten blood..."

Galian stood there for a moment, caressing Thranduil, then turned and exited the tent.

"ADA!" Legolas raised his voice.

The vain smile on the corner of Thranduil's mouth gradually narrowed, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "What?"

"What are you hiding from?" He walked in front of him, half-kneeling, "What makes you so restless?"

"I don't." Thranduil filled up the wine glass, "Life must be full of happiness, but what is happiness and how can it be considered full of happiness?"

He laughed, and the large pieces of light in his eyes shattered into ashes, "You know?"

"You're drunk." Legolas looked at him distressedly, "Go and rest."

"It's fine if you're drunk, at least it's warm." His palm fell on Legolas' face with scalding heat, "Do you know the horror of being cold?"

"..." Legolas covered his hand and held it in his palm, "this is not the you I know..."

"You know what I look like?" He lowered his eyes and pursed his soft lips. "Will you climb onto your son's bed again and again?"

"No!" The deepest wound in my heart was opened, exposed to the sun, slaughtered, blood gushed out, my vision was dim, and I couldn't see Thranduil's empty smile clearly.

"I am debauched and depraved. Under the surface surrounded by light, there are filthy corruptions and sins that cannot see the sun." His voice is erratic and swaying, slightly like petals blown down in the spring breeze, and his eyes are barren and sad , accumulating white snow, covering the shining stars.

"no……"

"I am not worthy to be a father, not worthy to be a king, and not worthy to sit in this camp and command tens of thousands of troops."

"Stop it...please..." Legolas murmured, as if dying.

"Legolas, you hate me so much, how do you want me to face you?"

"I never hated you!" He held his hand tightly, nails digging into his palm, "That's not true..."

"Stop talking..." Legolas exhausted his strength and lay on Thranduil's lap, "Stop talking..."

"Why stop me? Whenever I want to tell the truth, you always choose to run away, why?" Thranduil's voice was deep and soft, but it revealed a gloomy despair with clear veins.

"I'm afraid..." Legolas replied in a low voice, "I'm afraid that the answer is something I can't bear...I'm afraid that this expectation will turn into ashes in the end, I'm afraid that I won't have the courage to stand by your side anymore... ..."

"So you would rather be indifferent and alienated, and stay away from the world...Didn't I teach you to face it? Didn't I give you courage?" He lightly stroked Legolas' blond hair, and the bleakness in his smile was reflected by the candlelight. Dumb sallow.

"Okay..." He raised his face, trembling slightly due to emotional ups and downs, and the tears in the corners of his eyes flickered in the firelight, "Tell me, who is the person you love so much?"

Thranduil's smile faded away, and the bitterness in his heart suddenly became stronger, clearly lingering in his body.He opened his lips, but he was only panting. The thick and thick emotions were piled up, and he was already overwhelmed.

"Who is it?" Legolas asked in a whisper, the liquid in his eyes made him unable to see clearly Thranduil's face, the faint loss in the corners of his eyes, and the tenderness on his lips. .

"It's Legolas..." It's true, every syllable is connected with blood and fire that can drown everything, "It's always... Legolas..."

"Ah----" A shrill cry burst from his chest, soaked in blood and tears, overthrowing the shackles, what did he get?What's missing?trampled on what?What did you expect?

The irony of the reincarnation of time is that the decision that was thought to be the best turned out to be the stupidest.

"What did I do...what did I do to you..." He buried his face in Thranduil's lap, "Did I almost kill you? I stabbed you in the ass with a poisoned dagger Chest, I trample on your dignity, humiliate your soul, and try to leave you..."

"I am irrefutable. What you said is the truth, and that night was not your intention." Thranduil's fingers stayed in Legolas's hair for a long time, "You just want to leave, and I ... greedily binds you with everything possible."

"No..." Legolas shook his head, "Why should I go? I love you, why should I leave you? You are my first and last god, the only salvation and attachment in my heart...I love you ..."

Thranduil's fingers trembled slightly, he raised his face, showing a hesitant smile, "Do you love me?"

"I love you, I love..."

"Even if I..."

"Don't repeat those words again, let that damned doubt go to the purgatory under the volcano of Mordor, or you will kill me with your sword! Use my blood to get back your peace!" Legolas suddenly raised his face, He stared at Thranduil closely, eagerly and sincerely, "That's just the viciousness deliberately disguised to escape from you...I don't know...you love..."

"I don't blame you..." He curled the corners of his mouth, smiling peacefully, "Even if you hate me."

He hurt him deeply, and this wound may never heal.

Legolas stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, his cold fingertips ran across his slightly hot cheek, fell into his waterfall-like hair, and leaned closer to him holding the back of his head.

The mellowness of Duo Weining lingers in the breath for a moment, making people want to be drunk. "Forget it..." He murmured on his lips, and then kissed the lips that he had admired for a long time.

The tip of his tongue passed over his soft lips and penetrated into his warm mouth. The sweetness and bitterness of the wine surrounded him with a soft touch.The warm breath gently blew on his cheeks with a sultry fragrance, and the softness was tightly attached to him, allowing him to search and explore wantonly.Lanlu's cool breath slowly spread through the aroma of the wine.

What liquid is boiling and rolling, ironing his body hotly, what is it?Legolas thought dully.It's blood, and it's about to burn him to nothingness... His eyes fell on Thranduil's cheeks, the faint blush dyed his snow-white skin, his eyes were faintly frozen, deep and vicissitudes, he couldn't bear to look closely , So he kissed deeply, soothing his cold heart with his lips and tongue.

The aroma of the wine was suddenly strong, mixed with a hint of cool sweetness, densely blooming on the tip of his tongue, he swept across his teeth delicately, gently rubbed and picked his tongue, expecting his response.He continued the kiss with the utmost patience and gentleness, regardless of skill or experience, but only treated gently with full of admiration.

Thranduil's breathing deepened suddenly, as if he had come to his senses at this moment, subconsciously leaned back but failed to escape the shackles, his moist lips were still tightly attached to his lips, licking and sucking lightly in an attempt to swallow his tongue into his mouth .

The glass wine glass fell to the ground, splashing a piece of crimson wine, the crisp sound finally awakened Thranduil's mind, and a warm warmth spread in his heart, which immediately became hot.He bit the tip of his tongue lightly, slowly exerting force until the sweetness of the blood overwhelmed the mellowness of the wine, then he let him go and rubbed the wound with the tip of his tongue instead.

The pain and numbness brought about by the pressure of the soft tip of his tongue caused a shudder, and Legolas' breathing suddenly became heavy.He chased him like a galloping horse in the field, recklessly and wildly, until he was forced into the cliff, until he had no way to retreat, so he could only close his eyes and jump down.

"I love you..." He murmured on his lips, "Is it...too late?"

The lips that have been licked repeatedly are red and shiny, and they open and close gently, "It's never too late...it's never too late..."

Legolas pressed against his forehead, his blond hair fell down and merged with his light blond hair, "I always thought that this love could only disappear in the long river of time, quietly burn with the karmic fire of purgatory Li. I always thought you disdain, hate, and even hate it. I struggled, strangled, tried every means to bury it, destroy it! But I was wrong... There is no magic power to make it disappear in this world, Disappeared in my heart... Even if there is, it is just a momentary confusion, as long as I see you again, it will break out and flourish..."

"It made you suffer a lot of humiliation, didn't it?" Thranduil's voice was very low, and a few syllables rolled through his throat vaguely, with an unbelievably sexy and dull voice.

"I don't regret it..." Legolas finished softly, biting his lips again.

Compared with the softness and gentleness of the first kiss, this time is clearly a savage plunder.He was a little anxious, rampaging in his warm mouth, sucking and gnawing hard, as if he wanted to swallow him whole, the heat swept the two of them like a storm, breathing became short and hot, and the sound of moist water was warm Ignorant and sticky.

I don't know when, this kiss slipped slowly, landed on his neck, behind his ears, on his long hair, "I long for you..."

Thranduil's fingers landed on the thorny brooch in front of the collar, exerting a little force, the brooch fell on the palm of his hand, the collar was slightly opened, revealing a lustrous collarbone, "Then take it away..."

Thranduil is very beautiful, that kind of beauty seems to be poisonous, and does not allow mortals to touch or profane.Legolas stared at him quietly, watching his blond hair cascade down like a waterfall, shining so thrillingly, revealing the soft and smooth skin on his neck like a trance dream, just looking at it can make people intoxicated.And Legolas has long since sunk into it, unable to extricate himself.

The two hugged each other on the small marching platform, exchanging sticky kisses, panting, exploring each other's bodies with fingers and lips, until there was no gap between the two, the slender limbs were intertwined, lips and teeth intersected, Breathing and blending; until Legolas buried himself deeply in the gentle tightness, the fiery heat wrapped him tightly, melting him in an instant, and the sweat on his forehead fell on his white chest , reflecting the lustful water; until Serendi kissed his forehead, gasped deeply, pinched his fingertips into his arm, and there was lustful impatience between his brows.

Lust floods their toes, bringing soft shudders and great bliss.Except for each other's possession, except for each other's kisses, nothing can move them.

Surrounded by anticipation and moving, warmth wrapped in happiness, Thranduil's thick eyelashes were lightly closed, and a muffled moan leaked from his breath, his long light golden hair scattered around his chest and neck, lining the skin slightly. With a pink luster, Legolas kissed repeatedly, worshiping his clean body with his lips.

The process of blending is like a pilgrimage, full of piety and dedication, willing to enshrine one's soul, willing to cleanse one's body, so far only serve one god, and will not change until death.

"You belong to me..." He murmured in his ear, and then put his mouth on the tip of his red ear again, teasing the pointed pinna with the tip of his tongue, "Only belongs to me..."

Thranduil also let out a short gasp.

Legolas shuddered, succumbing to great pleasure, drowning and deep in love.His cheeks were slightly itchy, as if something had climbed down, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and there was a small patch of water on the palm, which turned out to be tears.

Thranduil raised his face and gently kissed away his tears, "Why are you crying?"

"Will I lose you..." He bent down, pressing against his chest, "Will you leave me?"

"No..." Thranduil discovered his deep-seated fear, a calm but long-standing fear.Afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being ignored, afraid of finally living alone in the world, being killed inch by inch by heartbreak, "until you get bored."

"That's forever... Please remember, the promise you made to me is forever..." His kisses fell on Thranduil's shoulders and chest in pieces, light and warm.The slightly hot palm lingered on his tight waist, caressing and lingering...