[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Olivier couldn't stay silent for too long in the grief of his mother's departure. He is the prince of the jungle. Even though the king of the jungle is strong and wise enough, Olivier needs to bear more than just an honor. And the expectations of his people and the future of the jungle.

After receiving the book stitched with several flexible and wide leaves from a red-haired elf, Olivier opened it, but did not turn to the last page.The young prince's face, which had never been stained with worries, showed distressed emotions, his slender fingertips slid over the names written on the leaves, and he looked at the red-haired elf: "Sisi, father has seen ?"

The elf named Sisi could tell he was a Silvan elf just by his hair color, but apart from his hair color, he was impeccable in everything else. His tall figure and outstanding face were very in line with the aesthetics of the jungle elves.Sisi looked at Olivier, nodded, and responded: "Yes, the king has seen it and ordered that the names of the elves who died in the war be engraved in the dense forest."

Olivier put down the book, unwilling to read it again.

He didn't inherit his father's beautiful hair color, but he inherited his mother's excellent predictive ability.Even among the noblest elf races, prophecy is a rare skill. Olivier could foresee the huge casualties this time before the war started, including that his mother would leave him and his soul would go to the temple in the west .But he didn't stop it from happening, just like his mother didn't stay in the jungle when she knew she would die, but chose to fight side by side with her husband.

Fate that can be predicted may be changed, but the consequences of that are always unpredictable.

The elves with a long life always have a very thorough view of life and death. They can love life and embrace death.

But all this seemed a bit cruel to the young Olivier, and it was precisely because of this that Thranduil did not put the reconstruction after the war on his head, but did it himself.

The proud king will never take care of his children, but still stubbornly protects them under his wings.

Olivier didn't want to sit here like a poor boy, he stood up and looked at Ceci: "I think I need to visit Ada now, he will need my help."

Sisi laughed, and those green eyes looked clean and clear: "It's nice to see you grow up, my prince."

"Don't coax me with compliments, Sisi, you are my bodyguard, all you need is a sharp sword in your hand."

"But proper praise is also necessary, my lord."

Olivier looked at Ceci helplessly, but swallowed all the objections in that beautiful elf's smile, turned and left.

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Thranduil's throne is located in the center of the palace. At the end of the long curved bridge, a noble throne decorated with antlers stands there. On both sides are lamps made of beautiful stones that emit soft white light, turning the originally dark The palace shone brightly with lights.

Olivier didn't let Sisi come in with him. Although his ada loved all the people, Thranduil obviously didn't have much affection for a Silvan elf with whom he had a close relationship.

Standing under the throne, Olivier put his hands on his chest respectfully and bowed slightly.

"Get up, my child."

Thranduil's voice has intoxicating magic power, not only when chanting incantations, even simple words will still have a low-pitched magnetism like the wind passing through a valley.

Olivier raised his head, and saw that besides his father, there was Arvis, the elf in charge of all the finances in the jungle, in the hall.Alves lowered his head when he saw Olivier, and Olivier glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze.

He doesn't like Alves, he is an elf who is good at making money, but perhaps because of this, sometimes Alves' actions seem unsatisfactory, he always likes to exchange gems and gold in various ways.But even if he doesn't like it, Olivier won't do anything to him. The elves in the dense forest don't just live by eating fruits, they need a lot.

Especially with a king who is very fond of gems and gold, the existence of this Alves is extremely important.

Alves is a man of taste. Seeing Olivier coming, he smiled and turned to look at Thranduil, put the quill in his hand into the book, and respectfully said: "I will take the king Please allow my resignation."

Thranduil didn't speak, but just raised his hand, and Alves walked down the high platform quickly, passing Olivier.

The two didn't talk, not even look at each other.

Thranduil saw it all, but didn't mean to fix it.His eldest prince has to learn to deal with all kinds of people, doesn't he?

It is spring now, and Thranduil, who has taken off yesterday's armor, has put on his gorgeous clothes again, with beautiful silk thread spun from canary feathers on it, and the precise cutting tightly wraps his tall body , and the large robe covered his legs, leaving only the black toes exposed.Thranduil's crown changes with the seasons, and the King of the Jungle knows how to adorn himself.Now she is wearing a crown made of beautiful peach blossom branches, and her long golden hair is still extremely beautiful without any decorations.

Olivier didn't inherit Thranduil's taste in clothes, he always wore simple robes, although Thranduil didn't object to this, but since he has been committed to cultivating Legolas's taste in clothes Judging from the choice of accessories, the king of the jungle still hopes to have a child similar to himself.

"I hope I can do something, ada." Olivier didn't hide his intention of coming, or rather, after he and Thranduil were the only ones here, he urgently put forward his ideas.

Thranduil raised his eyebrows, obviously not agreeing with this request: "I am proud of your sense of responsibility, Olivier, but I do not agree with your request."

Olivier was obviously mentally prepared for Thranduil's opposition, but he didn't want to give up: "Ada, I can bear sorrow, and I can also bear disaster, but I don't want to just torture myself in those pains, maybe to give myself It’s a good idea to find something to do.”

Thranduil looked at Olivier, his expression told Olivier that the king was moved.

Just when Thranduil was about to nod in agreement, a sound of footsteps interrupted the conversation between the two.The blond elf, who was less than Olivier's knee height, ran in alone. His hair color and height were easy to distinguish.

"Legolas." Olivier looked at his younger brother with a smile, but he didn't realize that his father had stood up from the high throne and walked down the stairs step by step.

Due to his height, Legolas didn't have much weight even when he ran, but he still refused the help of the guard elves, and walked up the steps and the long bridge by himself.He took a few steps forward, bent down, and opened his arms towards his little prince.Legolas happily ran over, and Olivier wanted to go up to meet him, but Thranduil was one step ahead of Olivier.

The proud king had a calm expression on his face at the moment, and he reached out his hand to stop Olivier from bending down to hug the little prince.The king of the jungle stood there, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the little prince indifferently with emerald pupils.

Legolas slowly stopped in his tracks, the joy on his face gradually turned into anxiety, the blush on his apple-like face gradually faded, his chubby little hands tightly pinched his cuffs, looking Up at a loss.

"Legolas, what about your etiquette?" Thranduil looked at his little prince with a cold tone.

Legolas pursed his pink lips, and looked at Olivier as if asking for help.

Olivier couldn't bear it, but he didn't speak.The king in the dense forest is their father. Here, Thranduil is the will of all, and there cannot be any opposition or doubt.It is better to let him learn some small lessons now than to let future setbacks teach the little prince.

Thranduil said in a low voice, and tapped the ground with the scepter he held tightly in his hand.Olivier glanced at his younger brother and whispered, "Legolas, I told you not to leave the room without your shoes on."

The little prince lowered his head, wondering if he had listened to his brother's warning, curled up his white and tender toes, and said in a childish voice: "I know I was wrong, ada."

The proud King of the Jungle didn't say anything more. He glanced at Olivier. Olivier immediately took off his outermost robe and put it on Legolas, covering Legolas with his large robe. Golas' bare feet.

Legolas secretly glanced at Thranduil, and found that his ada was still indifferent,

Frustrated, the little prince buried his face in the collar of his robe, looking aggrieved.

"Go back to your room, Legolas." Thranduil turned around and returned to his throne.

Olivier picked up the sad-looking little prince, saluted Thranduil, and left the hall quickly.When he walked out the door, Olivier asked softly, "Why did Legolas come here?"

The little prince buried his face in Olivier's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I made myself a bow, and Tauriel said it was beautiful."

Olivier stroked his hair and comforted his little prince with a smile.

When Legolas was born, Olivier knew that this is a child who can be loved by everyone. He will become noble and kind, and he can change the dense forest and dispel all the haze in the dense forest.

That's why the little prince's nickname is Green Leaf, which embodies all of Thranduil's expectations and love for him.

It's just that sometimes that love and care is too subtle to be noticed.

After sending Legolas back to his room, Olivier walked down the stairs. At this moment, Olivier saw Sisi outside the door waving at him.

As soon as he went out, Sisi stepped forward and said in Olivier's ear, "Your Highness, the envoy from Lin Gu is approaching the edge of the dense forest."

Olivier frowned slightly, and was somewhat puzzled by this kind of uninvited arrival, but in view of the kindness of the King of the Forest Valley to the jungle, he still said: "Don't stop them, but please put away their weapons."

"Yes." Sisi nodded, but he still had a warm smile on his face, and said, "Can your Highness guess their purpose? Since the gems sent by His Majesty Elrond were thrown out of the jungle by His Majesty the King From then on, Lingu's envoy never came again."

Olivier shook his head, he didn't know about it.

Maybe just to help rebuild the jungle?Olivier guessed, but he didn't predict anything because of this, because his intuition told him that the reason would not be what he liked.