[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Thranduil had already prepared for Smaug's escape.

The power of the dragon cannot be restrained by ordinary spells, which the Elf King knew very well from the very beginning.Perhaps there was a consideration of money in keeping Smaug, and besides that, it was also because Thranduil could see clearly that Smaug looked at him with greedy eyes.

The most greedy race in Middle-earth is human, and the most persistent is always the dragon.

They are powerful but stingy, and can destroy a town for a gold coin.

Thranduil would not release this dangerous dragon cub, he might as well keep it by his side, and wait for the dragon cub to be sucked away by other treasures and leave by itself.

But what Thranduil didn't expect was that the giant dragon cub grew up so fast, and was able to escape in just half a year.

"It's not just because the spell has lost its effect," Thranduil's voice was cold, leading Olivier to the open area outside the palace, "Smaug's growth is too fast."

Olivier has decided that everything is done by Sisi, and Sisi is a wizard.

Spells are always magical, aren't they?

"Smaug is not yet an adult, and an immature dragon is not invincible." Olivier expressed his thoughts. He doesn't like war, but he is never afraid of war.

"This is second. The most important thing now is to repair the loss of the dense forest." The direction Thranduil was looking at was the dense forest close to the Lonely Mountain.

Olivier frowned: "Smaug entered the Lonely Mountain?"

"There is no definite news, but he should be near the Lonely Mountain." Thranduil said calmly, "I wounded him before he escaped, and he won't come out by himself for at least a year."

After injuring a giant dragon, allowing him to move freely for a full year, Thranduil refreshed the value of force in Olivier's heart.

"Ada, you are amazing."

The elf prince put admiration on his face. He had always treated Thranduil with sincerity, and the admiration at this moment also made the elf king smile a little.

Thranduil is not tired of the praise of outsiders, because it can help him consolidate his reputation and protect the dense forest.But he doesn't really like other people's flattery either, those words are useless in the first place, and they are not as real as gold coins.What's more, since thousands of years ago, there has been an endless stream of creatures pursuing Thranduil, which has long annoyed the Elf King, so he gradually no longer believes in those sweet words.

Even if the person who said it was very sincere.

But for those he cares about—such as his eldest prince Olivier—Thrandull has never been stingy about liking him. Now hearing Olivier's admiration, the Elven King's exquisite face showed a light smile. Although the smile was hard to see, it was still a little softer, and this little change was clearly seen by Olivier who had had a hard time getting along with Thranduil.

"We need to forge golden armor," Olivier said.

This was his original idea that the elves could not afford to lose it. Even though he believed that the jungle elves were brave enough, compared with dwarves or half-orcs, lovers were still not strong enough.

Elves like slenderness and delicacy, and Olivier is not going to make them thick and ugly.

"As long as there are casting materials." Thranduil said calmly.For the elves, forging weapons is not difficult, they have enough subtle forging methods to be completely self-sufficient.

Thinking of this, Olivier sighed: "It seems that we can only trouble the elves to work overtime and bring the destroyed Lin Zixiu back as soon as possible."

Smaug destroyed the dense forest that was used to stop the dwarves, and now he can only use spells to race against time.

Thranduil also knew that this was necessary, so he nodded, "You go with Alves tomorrow."

But this time, Olivier did not respond immediately.

Seeing that Olivier didn't speak, Thranduil stopped by the stream, looking at his eldest prince.Olivier looked a little tired and apologetic, the smiling face just now disappeared, and Thranduil looked at him and said, "Oli."

This name was only heard by Thranduil when Olivier was young, and hearing it now, Olivier couldn't help but look up at his ada.

Thranduil was not wearing a crown at the moment, and his hair simply fell over his shoulders.Because it was already winter, the temperature in the dense forest was much lower than that of Hobbiton, even the Elf King couldn't help but add an extra coat when he went out.

Black cloak, red lining and edges, like flames when the wind blows.

"Mistakes can never frighten elves, you can always know what is right." Thranduil said this calmly, but the emotions inside were clearly extremely biased.

Olivier lowered his head, "I let Ada down."

"You are my son." Thranduil stretched out his hand, pinching the chin of the elf prince with slightly cold fingers and lifted it up. "Even if you make mistakes, only I can blame you."

Olivier looked at Thranduil's extremely beautiful face, and was in a daze for a moment.

I saw the Elf King bent his mouth, and his rare smile made him seem to melt the warmth of ice and snow: "I will never blame you, my child."

Olivier felt that his nose was sore again, but this time, he just smiled, and there was no moisture in his eyes.

"Thank you, ada." Olivier boldly stretched out his hand and gently wrapped it around Thranduil's waist.

Thranduil didn't like this kind of overly intimate behavior, and he always sat high, overlooking his people.He wouldn't deny the reassurance his son was seeking, though.

Thranduil looked down at the top of Olivier's head, his hair was still black, the fuel had not been removed, and it looked as deep as the night.Slightly closing his eyes, Thranduil raised his hands and gently wrapped his arms around his child, and the wide cloak directly surrounded Olivier's slender body.

Warm, with a hint of grass.

"No one can harm the glory of the jungle." Thranduil's blue-green eyes were calm.

Olivier nodded and made up his mind.

His lifelong responsibility is to guard this dense forest and take care of his people.Now, the last waywardness was also burned away by Sisi's spell, and Olivier threw away all the complicated emotions, and now he became rational.

As for the sudden pain in my heart, it didn't seem so severe.

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Before the sun set, the dense forest father and son returned to the palace, and the first thing they saw was Legolas who was lying on the railing and looking at them.

Although I haven't seen him for a few months, the little prince has grown a lot taller now, and he can already reach Olivier's waist.

Seeing the little prince, no matter how much discomfort you feel in your heart, you can throw it aside in an instant.

Olivier strode over, bent down, and directly hugged the little prince in his arms.

Although the soft little prince has raised a little, and the baby fat on his face has disappeared, but he is still soft.Olivier looked at the little prince, Legolas seemed to miss him very much, so when he saw Olivier, he immediately pursed his pink lips, and plunged his face into Olivier's arms inside.

Olivier remembered how the little prince jumped off the long bridge a while ago, but now he knew how to go down the steps to find him.

Holding Legolas in his arms, Olivier looked back at Thranduil and said, "Ada, I think it's okay to sleep with Legolas today?"

Thranduil just raised his eyebrows, he didn't say yes or no, Olivier knew he agreed.

After all, Legolas was just at the age when he was able to understand winks, and Thranduil has been with him for a long time, so Legolas has the guts to be careful with Thranduil, just last time He pestered Thranduil to help him braid his hair, and then pestered Thranduil several times as if he had fulfilled his promise.

Smart at best, fearless at worst.

The Elf King was not willing to give the little prince an excuse. He knew that once he nodded, Legolas might drag Olivier to sleep with him in the future.

Although Olivier didn't know the joints in the middle, he could still figure out what Thranduil meant, so he said goodbye to Thranduil with a smile, and then returned to his room with Legolas in his arms.

The layout of the little prince's bedroom is still the same as before, but the bed has been changed.

Olivier likes to sleep on a suitable bed. Anyway, he doesn't move much. When he falls asleep, he just curls up in a corner to be comfortable.But Legolas was different. His bed had to be big, and it was best to roll a few rolls on it at night so it wouldn't fall off.

Now that Legolas has grown a little taller, Thranduil changed the bed for him directly, and Legolas will still change it when he grows taller in the future, which shows that he loves the little prince very much.

Olivier was not envious when he saw it, because the eldest prince treated the green leaves as if they were treasures, which was exactly the same as Thranduil.

Helping the little prince change into his pajamas, the little prince who put on the soft nightgown rolled directly into the quilt.He can dress himself, the prince of the jungle is not a rice bug, but as long as he is with Olivier or Thranduil, the little prince will do nothing, wishing they could do everything for him.

Olivier sat sideways on the side of the bed while unbuttoning himself, looked at the little prince who was arching into the cup, couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand and pinched Legolas' chubby little Ass, when those blue-green eyes looked over, he pretended to have nothing to do with a smile and asked: "Is the green leaf thirsty?"

"Thirsty, I want juice." Legolas laughed and jumped up.

Legolas didn't think there was anything wrong with being pinched. Olivier, who had learned this little trick in Hobbiton, simply pinched again, and then poured juice on the table and handed it to Legolas. Russ, and then let him rinse his mouth with water before going back to sleep.

Because he didn't hold his nightgown, Olivier just got into the quilt with his pants on and his upper body bare, holding Legolas in his arms.

He wanted to stay with Legolas for a while, and he didn't have anything to say, he just wanted to lie down with his green leaves in his arms, as if this would ease his mood.

In fact, Olivier did feel a lot more comfortable, and his eyes were no longer sore.

While half asleep and half awake, Olivier felt his eyes heat up, and when he opened them, he saw the magnified face of Legolas, and his hands were pressing Olivier's eye sockets.

"Elves can't cry," muttered Legolas, "you taught me."

Olivier knew it was because Legolas saw his red eye sockets. The young little prince often used tears as a weapon, so he naturally knew what it looked like after crying.Olivier didn't lie to him either, and simply admitted generously: "It won't happen in the future."

Legolas didn't move his hand away:

"You promised me."

Olivier held his fleshy wrist, and printed a soft feather-like kiss on his palm: "I promise you."

Then he greeted the warm smiling face of the little prince, just like the sunshine in winter.

Olivier hugged the little prince and sighed softly.

I had the best ada, the best green leaves, enough.