[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

After Olivier sent the elves of the forest valley to the flat grass where the banquet was held, he did not return to the main hall, but went to his own residence.

Although the grown-up Olivier still kept his room in the underground palace, he more often lived in a tree not far from the jungle palace. It was an oak tree with a strong trunk and Charm canopy.His entrance is at the top, a place only elves can easily reach.

Opening the door, Olivier walked down the steps.The lamps used in his home are not ordinary stone lamps, but worms that only appear at night.Perhaps it is the moisture in the dense forest. The lifespan of the worms here is much longer than that in other places. Olivier gathered them together and put them in the crystal cover, and they became beautiful lights, dotted with stars.

At the end of the stairs, you can see an open space. The layout here is not complicated, there are only a few rooms, and the only decoration is probably the antlers on the wall.It was the big-horned deer that Olivier grew up with when he was a child, but died in an accident. Olivier left his antlers and placed them in the most conspicuous position.

He found a seat and sat down, and before Olivier poured himself a glass of water, he heard Sisi's voice: "Your Highness, you should go change your clothes now instead of sitting here and resting."

Olivier's hands paused, and when he looked back, he saw Sisi leaning against the door frame and looking at him with a smile.There is a tacit understanding and intimacy between the two elves who grew up together, but this does not mean that Olivier doesn't mind that this person can come to his house casually.

"You sneaked in again, Ceci, this is not a good habit." Olivier complained, but from his tone, he couldn't hear much dissatisfaction.

The red-haired elf came over and sat opposite Olivier: "Who told you to build the house like a hobbit's bag end, so simple that you can see everything at a glance."

Olivier was dumbfounded by this description. He glanced at Sisi's beautiful eyes, poured a glass of water and handed it over: "It's as if you've seen Bag End."

Ceci was unwilling to argue about this issue. He just smiled and took the cup in Olivier's hand, but he didn't drink it. He just held it in his hand: "The banquet will begin soon, Your Highness."

"You are becoming more and more nagging, my Sisi. Although ada doesn't like you very much, in some respects, my Sisi, you are so similar to him."

The same focus on appearance, the same demanding.

However, seeing Sisi's gentle smile as always, Olivier sighed, but resigned himself to his fate and went to the room to choose a suit that suits him.

As a prince, Olivier can be called slovenly. Even though he has an excellent appearance and figure, he is stingy about showing them, and he has almost no pursuit of clothes and accessories.However, as Olivier's bodyguard and his most trusted subordinate, Ceci chose the largest room on the day the oak tree house was built, built a gorgeous wardrobe in it, and filled it with all kinds of beautiful clothes.

Sisi drank the water in the glass, then got up and walked to the door.Olivier didn't hide anything, only a pair of trousers, and he looked unobstructed in the light bodysuit on his upper body.

Olivier looked at the clothes in the closet, feeling a little helpless.He was always unable to make a correct judgment on these, so in the end, the prince still sought the help of his guards: "Sisi, help me choose a set, not too complicated."

Sisi withdrew his eyes from His Royal Highness, walked up to Olivier with a smile, stretched out his fingers and slid through the beautiful clothes.In the end, he chose a light gray robe, took it off and gestured at Olivier's body, smiling slightly: "Very good."

Olivier had always believed in Ceci's vision unconditionally. He didn't have any intention of refusing, so he took off the single clothes on his body, put the robe on his body and put it on.After fastening the buttons on the collar, Olivier ran his hands through his hair casually, and felt a heavy thing pressing on the top of his head.I touched it with my hand, and it was a wooden crown.

"My gift, Your Highness." Sisi's voice was warm.

Olivier turned his head and looked in the mirror. The self inside looked handsome and tall, and the thin crown numbered with flower branches didn't look complicated, but it was beautiful.

"Thank you for the gift, Sisi, I like it very much." Olivier smiled at Sisi, and Sisi returned a smile.Lifting his steps and walking outside, Olivier asked casually, "Are you attending this banquet?"

Sisi shook her head: "No, I still need to help them repair the defense of the jungle. But my younger sister will go, and I hope His Highness will take care of her when the time comes, she is a naughty child."

Olivier thought for a while: "You mean... Tauriel?"

Sisi laughed, his red hair covered his pointed ears: "Yes, my lord."

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The elves will remember the pain, but they will not forget to praise the light.

Perhaps it is the long life that the elves have a deep understanding of the meaning of survival. Even though they hate death, they will work harder to love life.The preparation for this banquet was originally to welcome and praise the returning warriors, but in view of the arrival of the King of the Forest Valley, Thranduil ordered the distinguished guests to join them in the celebration.

Except for the elves who had to guard and build fortifications, all other elves participated in this banquet.

The place of the banquet was not inside the palace, but on an open meadow not far from the stream surrounding the palace.The elves in the dense forest do not have the habit of using musical instruments to accompany them when they hold banquets. They prefer to play some games.The jungle elves who are good at fighting are always good at archery. Before the banquet starts, the elves will compete with bows and arrows. The elves who shoot down the target first will win some rewards, and more importantly, they will get a lot of admiration.

Female elves don't like to participate in this kind of small game. They may be more skilled at archery, but rather than winning, female elves prefer to wear nice clothes, sit on high chairs, and hold wine glasses , Smiling to see those beautiful male elves working hard to win their favor.

Olivier used to be a regular winner of this game, but after he became an adult, he never made a splash here.

"You don't need to please anyone." This is what Thranduil told him when he put the crown on him.

Olivier rejoiced countless times in his heart that he had a proud father, and his pride was completely passed on to him.This is a wonderful thing.

But neither Thranduil nor Olivier stopped Legolas from participating in this game.For the little prince, this doesn't mean anything. He just enjoys this game and improves his skills. Generally speaking, it's a good choice.

Olivier chose a higher position among the elves to stand still, his eyes searched for his brother among them.And Legolas' golden hair was so conspicuous that Olivier found him without much effort.

What the little prince was holding in his hand was a wooden bow made by himself. It didn't look delicate. After all, it was not easy for the little prince to be able to pick up a carving knife.But it's clearly useful, and it's accurate enough that Legolas hits the bull's-eye with it for the third time.

And each arrow will pierce through the previous one and hit the middle position, which shows the little prince's superb archery skills.

Many elves applauded Legolas. They were not flattering the little prince, but because the elves in the dense forest loved this cute and simple child very much. His name was Green Leaf, and he was the hope of the dense forest. She paid attention to winning Everyone's favorite.

Olivier smiled and watched for a while, then passed through the elves, walked to the seat on Thranduil's right and sat down.Opposite him were King Elrond of Forest Valley and his most trusted Lindel.Olivier's eyes looked at everything on the table, his nose moved, and his eyes were fixed on the silver jug.

Open the lid, inside is the attractive but unfamiliar aroma of wine.

It is not a secret that Thranduil likes to drink alcohol. Everyone in the forest valley brought a lot of good wine when they came to the dense forest this time. I am afraid that this time they are quoting it.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Elrond smiled at Thranduil.

Thranduil nodded noncommittally, and looked at the elves who had chosen today's warrior not far away.

No.1 is not his little prince Legolas, but an elf guard with dark brown hair.Legolas didn't look unhappy. After all, the little prince was still young, and his strength was far from that great. After the target was set farther away, the little prince couldn't aim because of his height.The little prince applauded the elf guard, then handed the bow and arrow to the follower, and walked to the seat next to Olivier himself.

The chair was so high that Legolas couldn't reach the back even if he stretched his arms higher.Olivier's expression was as usual, but his right hand gently grabbed Legolas by the collar and lifted him to the chair. The little prince obediently did not struggle. After sitting down, he smiled and thanked his brother, and then secretly looked away Look at Thranduil.

It was discovered that Thranduil was not paying attention to him, but was talking with Elrond.

Legolas blinked, not knowing whether to be happy or disappointed.

After all the elves were seated, an elf stepped forward, picked up the jug and filled everyone's wine glasses with fine wine. Thranduil looked at the light red wine in the wine glass and could smell the strong aroma, which was obviously very important. In line with the preferences of the Elf King.He glanced at Elrond, who was smiling as before, stood up, and raised his glass: "To you, Warrior of the Jungle."

Everyone also raised their wine glasses, and their voices were different, but they all expressed respect: "To, Jungle Warrior."