Voice of Dragonland

PS: The word "End" is simply magical. All desire and fire, plainness and vicissitudes, all come to an abrupt end in front of this word.I want to tell this story in April of 15, and finally typed the finished word in December. How much struggle and scrutiny I have experienced during the period, I can’t count them one by one.

I have no obsession with HE, but I am full of energy in this story, and I want to promise them a peaceful forever.

Perhaps this story is very similar to fairy tales, such as the Frog Prince, Swan Lake, Cinderella, or Beauty and the Beast, (Well, after I finished speaking, I was complained: Fuck, your fairy tale looks like this!), but it is clearly dark and sees no light.Every time I travel through despair, I look forward to a miracle that can let the light shine through the haze and illuminate the road in front of me. Fortunately, the sun has finally come.

Thanks to my friends who have been following here, and thank you for loving this story. Today, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, the voice of Longyu, it's over.

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Thranduil's voice came from above, piercing through the viscous twilight and falling to his ears with bits of light, "It's all over."

"Yes..." Legolas murmured in a low voice, letting himself be immersed in the warm embrace, unwilling to move for a long time.Even if the world is destroyed in front of him at this moment, it doesn't matter, at this moment, he doesn't care about other parts of the world at all.

Thranduil's lips touched his forehead warmly, and he refused to leave for a long time. That little touch of skin, like wine in midnight, can change everything in an instant.

And the other person at the corner in front of the camp stared at their embracing figure with desolate eyes.

It was the luck of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, and it was the embrace of deep love.As long as you have loved, you will understand.No matter how far apart they are, it can be seen that they love each other, and the strong love and affection are clear at a glance.

So the colors of the whole world fade away, leaving only gray and sad, without any joy.

If there is a mirror in front of him at this moment, he will definitely be able to see the four words of a crushing defeat on his pale and empty face, carved squarely on his forehead.He raised his arms suddenly and covered his eyes, as if he was just hiding from the last rays of the setting sun.His heart seemed to be twisted by something, and he couldn't let it go no matter what. Those unspeakable regrets and frustrations turned into ten thousand ugly bugs, densely crawling over every wrinkle in his heart.

He sighed deeply, turned around and dragged his exhausted body and mind, a little bit away from the happiness that did not belong to him.

The post-war rest and battlefield cleaning were carried out extremely quickly, and every elf looked forward to returning home as soon as possible and continuing to live a peaceful and ordinary life.

The military tent of the King of the Jungle was exceptionally quiet amidst all the noise.

Selosta stood quietly in front of Thranduil, lowering her head slightly.

He knew that this opportunity to be alone did not come easily.

Thranduil's gaze fell gently on his shoulder, "Speak."

"I'm here to say goodbye to you." His voice was very low, with the loss and frustration he had never felt before, and he said every word seriously.

"..." Thranduil lowered his eyes, "Did Elrond tell you?"

"What?" He raised his eyes, dazed and uneasy.

"It's nothing, just keep talking." Thranduil shook his head slightly, with a hint of surprise in his expression.

"I can't go back to the jungle with you," he raised his face and forced a smile, "I can't do it."

"Oh?"

"You know my heart, and I know yours. If Legolas doesn't come back, maybe I can bury those inappropriate emotions forever. We can continue to be father and son, and continue to live as before...but he is back. You Say, how can a counterfeit rival a treasure?" His smile was hopeless and misty, like dust in the sun, intangible, but obviously erratic there, "Others are hell, Legolas is my hell. "

"You won't know how much I love you, and you don't bother to know." He tried to reach out his hand, gently stroking Thranduil's face, "The most courageous thing in life is to face the imperfect world calmly, Firmly guard what you want, and persevere... But I can't hold on anymore. I don't have that kind of courage. You never taught me how to face such a catastrophe, how to face heartbroken..."

Thranduil remained silent, staring at Selosta's face, the deep sorrow on that young face made him sad and helpless.

"I have only loved you in my life, and I can only love you... When love comes to an end, I don't want to bind you with pity, and bind you with family affection. Those are not what I pursue."

"What are your plans?" Thranduil's voice was very soft, and there was a hint of gentle comfort in his eyes, but that was all.

"What can I do? I just find a place where you can't see it and cry all the time." He laughed and withdrew his hand, "Do you feel distressed?"

Thranduil sighed softly, his deep voice was dull and moist, "You are not a fake."

"Then what am I? For a hundred years, didn't you really treat me as Legolas and dote on me?" Selosta turned her gaze away, stubbornly suppressed the tingling pain in her heart, and answered calmly, pretending to be fearless , "You don't have to comfort me, I can understand your feelings."

"Perhaps it was at first." Thranduil straightened his collar gently, as natural and gentle as he had been for hundreds of years, "I was in the midst of losing Legolas, you appeared, and He was exactly the same when he was young, like a miracle bestowed by Vera. But you are different after all, I see it, but always ignore it. The reason is that I need a comfort, a person who will not blame himself and die reason. It's not your fault, Selostra, it's mine."

The softest part of my heart aches, the best memories, the most brilliant light in life, unfold before his eyes, every picture has him, his figure, his smile, his extremely gentle voice, his palm Dry and warm to the touch, these beauties are like stolen jewels, priceless, but they can only be locked in a heavy box, buried in the dark ground, secretly held in the palm of the night and looked at in the dead of night.

Suddenly, my throat was filled with foreign matter, I couldn't swallow it, and I couldn't cough it out, so I could only let it block and suppress it.

"ADA, I'm sorry...for everything..." He took Thranduil's hand lightly, apologizing as he did every time he made a mistake, but far more sincerely than ever, "I'm sorry in the name of love I hurt you in the name, I'm sorry for doing those things that caused you pain and made the jungle ashamed... I'm leaving, will you miss me?"

"Where are you going?" Thranduil gently held his hand, the warmth was so familiar, but hard to get again.

"I don't know, the world is so big, there is always a place where I will stop, I will have my own life, and I will work hard to live in places you can't see."

"Sylostat..." Thranduil hugged him, gently stroked his smooth blond hair, his tone was full of deep reluctance and deep sorrow for parting, "my son."

"ADA, goodbye..." He lightly pressed his cheek against the side of his neck, this was the last time in his eternal life, hugging him so really, he breathed greedily, as if he wanted to take this warm breath Carved into the bone marrow, written into the soul, to soothe the thousands of lonely and empty days afterwards.

He longs for time to stay at this moment forever, and the Goddess of Time will never turn the wheel again, so that he can endlessly embrace the love of his life and his unattainable dream.

Ultimately it's just letting go.

"I wish you all well." Thranduil stroked his heart, "Vera's light is with you."

Selosta reciprocated the salute, took one last look at Thranduil, and turned to leave.

The moment he left the camp, Legolas followed closely with his eyes.

It was still the same, without concealing the alertness and hostility in his eyes.

Selosta looked at him, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth: "Goodbye, Legolas."

"What?" Legolas narrowed his eyes, and the guard in his eyes became more and more serious, "What do you mean?"

"I'm leaving." Selosta stepped forward and looked at Legolas carefully, "Because I hate you, I'm leaving home."

Legolas laughed angrily, "You told him that?"

"That's right." Selosta nodded seriously.

"You won't be reconciled if you don't trip me, will you?"

"Why, you are not convinced? Let's fight!" Selosta rolled up his sleeves as a gesture.

"I can't be fooled by you. It must be my fault for the king to see it." Legolas shook his head and took a step back, "Goodbye, Cylosta."

Selosta's sleeves were half rolled up, seeing Legolas flinching, she felt a little regretful, "Are you really not going to fight?"

"We've fought many times." Legolas put his palm on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. "It's unnecessary."

"Many times?" Selosta looked at him suspiciously, "You mean in a dream?"

Legolas sighed softly: "You don't know how cruel the real war is. Many times, people think they have everything under control, but in fact, that's just the illusion of a frog in a well. You never know, fate will end in What appearance appears in front of you, what is plundered, what is bestowed. You have no way to resist, no way to argue, no way to resist, you can only follow its meaning, or die alone, or live miserably..."

Selosta held his breath, and the thunder exploded in his body, rolling over his limbs and bones, leaving an unbelievable roar.

The ugly guy's extremely ugly figure and appearance emerged in his mind, and Legolas in front of him was clearly a model of a handsome elf. The two could not be compared or connected in any way.

A moment of silence hovered between the two.

"It's you..." Selosta chuckled lightly, as if her strength had been taken away from her whole body, she slumped, "It's actually you..."

"It's me," Legolas nodded, "the ugly one."

Selosta laughed loudly, and the agitation of grief and resentment surged up from the depths of his heart, choking him to cough again and again, "You won...he will never let you go."

"There's no losing in love, it's just a gamble for the rest of your life, whether you're alone or inseparable." Legolas shook his head, "Whether you're unwilling or follow your fate, it's always there, unwavering. "

Suddenly tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, Selosta nodded, and set his gaze on the half-covered curtain of the military tent, where his only extravagant hope, his only salvation, and in the end he could only let go, being cut off in all possible ways. Afterwards, "You're right..."

He whistled loudly, and a white horse came and bowed its head before him.

"Goodbye." Selosta got on his horse, urged the horse away, and quickly disappeared at the end of the horizon

Legolas withdrew his gaze and strode towards the military tent.

"He's gone?" Thranduil stood with his back to the tent camp, the carved wine glass had been squeezed for a long time, the lines on the surface were embedded in his palm, causing a slight pain.

"Yes." Legolas stepped forward without a trace, and took away the wine glass, "If you really don't want to, I'll chase him back."

"Let him go..." Thranduil sighed and closed his eyes.

Legolas wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him into his arms, "Don't be sad."

"I might feel better if you let go a little later."

"As you wish."

"Legolas..."

"Um?"

"..." Thranduil didn't speak, but closed his eyes and let himself cling to this embrace, warming his body and mind a little bit.

Legolas tilted his head slightly, and kissed his lips.The warm lips touch, tossing and turning gently.

The flexible lips and tongue gently penetrated into it, as if entering a warm embrace, but he was not satisfied with the silence, so he stirred and stirred, carefully explored everything unknown, and preserved his breath as long as possible.

Moist lips gently greeted her, and a numb sensation rose from between the lips and spread to the whole body.Legolas looked at Thranduil fascinatedly, but saw that he closed his eyes and focused on the kiss, blocking the eyes like the sea of ​​stars.

The joy that cannot be expressed in words spreads, the flowers all over the world bloom at this moment, and the most gorgeous fireworks rise into the sky at this moment.All the good things come together at this moment.

"I love you..." Legolas murmured softly on his lips, "I've prepared for the worst, whether it's scorching or eternal damnation, I'm not afraid of death at all... ...but I'm afraid...fearing that you don't love me, and fearing that my hot blood will only fall into the ice cave in the end, and I will be chilled through the long years until I die..."

"You are a brave warrior, how can you give up so easily?" Thranduil's breath gently blew on his cheeks, his deep voice surpassed all the sounds of nature, like the singing of a mermaid, singing the lifelong longing of a sailor who has been wandering for too long beautiful rhetoric.

"I once flinched, but I never gave up my love for you..." Legolas' finger landed on Thranduil's cheek, and the touch between inches was enough to fill the sky with fireworks.

"Enjoy your spoils..." Thranduil took the initiative to move closer, pressed his thin lips together, and sucked his lower lip gently.

The warm lips seemed to wake up at this moment, and he plunged his tongue into his mouth, pulling and pushing fiercely, and the rapid breathing made each other's faces hot.Arms tightly wrapped around the opponent's body, as if to integrate him into his own body and soul, as if to use actions to prove his determination to never say goodbye.

As the sun sets and the sun sets, the jungle warriors returning triumphantly march toward the jungle with tidy steps, humming songs that have been passed down by the elves for a long time, carrying the wounds left by the war and the hope of eternal life.

In the center of the team, there is a king they believe in and a prince they love and worship.

Have the most complete longing for tomorrow.

Looking into the distance, Thranduil saw the afterglow of the setting sun scattered between the mountains. In the faint light, it seemed that the crystals of melting ice and snow could be seen.Large expanses of white gradually recede, revealing newborn tender green.

He turned his eyes and looked to the side.

Legolas met his gaze and smiled.

There are thousands of rays of light in victory.

The dense forest is not far ahead, and the new shoots spit out tender green, faintly, blooming in the darkness.

Thranduil held out his hand, and Legolas squeezed it tightly into his palm.

When they saw each other's eyes, they were as gentle as petals blown by the spring breeze. The old scars finally faded their grim colors, and the mottled memories had become the past, which was finally left far behind by the wheel of time. The joy of new life exuded vitality. The light and heat melted the fragmented and wandering heart.

So far, never give up.

Under the mountains, the sky is covered with clouds and mists, and the flames of war in the future will be covered by thick smoke

The valley of the Dragon Realm is surrounded by raging flames, the difference between tonight is doomed

The contract of life and death is wide, and the king's long farewell, the valley of the dragon domain, the flames are scarlet

I see tongues of fire, burning souls, standing in the stone hall, alone as the evil fire

The valley of the dragon domain, the flames are dazzling, the fire burns the night, like the wind drinking blood

The evil spirits return, and the underworld goes together, my love returns, don't forget my words

Tears fall in front of you, you don't know my face, listen to Song Han quietly, your heart is different

Don't ask about the date of return, just ask for a farewell, your hatred is like burning my heart

The valley of the dragon domain, surrounded by flames, covered the mountains and plains, full of red lotuses

Slaughter demons, walk with the king, the valley of the dragon domain, the flames are dazzling

The sky appears, stand firm with you, hold your hand, and return with you

(Adapted from the Chinese translation of "Iseefire")

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