[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

As far as Legolas was concerned, he never felt that there was anything wrong with Olivier.

Maybe now Olivier's memory is starting to get worse and worse, which is not a good sign. Not long ago, he forgot where the bow and arrow were just put in the cabinet, but when the eldest prince looked at Legolas His gaze was still gentle and loving, which was enough for Legolas.

"Can you stop leaving the jungle?" Legolas pressed his face against Olivier's neck. His soft face is not as fleshy as before, but his skin is still delicate and fair. "If you want to leave , I want to be with you, you promised me to go to the sea with me."

This sounded like something a little girl would say. Olivier really wanted to tell him that things like going to the sea don’t need to be too persistent, but in the end the eldest prince told himself that his green leaves were still young, and the young The elf is entitled to whatever he wants.

This made Olivier smile still, and turned his head to touch the soft face of the little prince with the corner of his lips: "If this is your wish, my little prince, I will satisfy you."

When Legolas smiled, his eyes curled up, making him look adorable.

Carrying the little prince all the way back to his bedroom, because of the sinking of the palace, Legolas' room had to be moved from the highest place to the ground.Even with the fluorite lamps, his room wasn't as bright as it used to be.

Olivier looked around, then walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, so that the little prince could get off his back smoothly.

Legolas lay down on the bed lightly, and when Olivier was about to get up, he grabbed the cuff of the prince of the jungle: "Stay with me, Olivier, we can be together later I went to eat with ada."

Olivier did not refuse this suggestion, because he himself found that his rebellious period seemed to be delayed, and if something went wrong, he would become irritable and irritable, and his behavior was a little out of control.This is not a good sign. For Olivier, he always hopes that he is always calm, because only a calm prince can guard his country.

Luckily there is also Legolas, whose little prince's smile always heals everything.

He hugged the little prince with his backhand, and then sat directly on the soft little woolen rug beside the bed, put the little prince on his lap, and leaned against the soft mattress behind, Olivier wrapped his arms around the baby in his arms. The little prince: "You have gained a lot of weight."

Legolas unceremoniously leaned his back on Olivier's chest, raised his little golden head slightly, looked at Olivier's face and said: "Ada said I'm going to grow up, grow up as tall as you."

"Maybe you will be as tall as Ada." Olivier poked the little prince's soft cheek with a smile.

"I don't have much hope of catching up with Ada," Legolas did not refuse Olivier's tossing. After all, the little prince has been used to Olivier's hands and feet from time to time since he was a child. Itching, and then squirmed and changed to a more comfortable angle, the voice was still clear and sweet, "There is no elf as tall as ada in the entire dense forest, as long as I can be as tall as you, I am very satisfied. As tall, so tall."

The little prince stretched out his hand to make a gesture of height, trying to lift it above his head.

Olivier took his hand and stuffed it back into his bosom, with a slow voice: "I'm so glad you can realize this, my little prince." A correct understanding of oneself is often the necessary key to success.

Legolas blinked his eyes, feeling a little puzzled. After all, Olivier had never spoken in such a slow and protracted voice before. Although it was still pleasant to hear, he just felt a little awkward and superior.

But immediately, Olivier returned to his previous appearance, the smile on his face was as gentle as before: "There will be a dwarf with us when we eat later, maybe we will become..." Olivier Er curled his lips, "My friend, so Legolas, don't take the initiative to talk to him then."

Since we are friends, why can't we talk?

The question was clearly written on the face of the little prince. Olivier touched his soft blond hair with a smile, and said, "This is something for grown-up elves. Legolas doesn't have to think so much."

"I'm going to grow up!" Legolas stared at Olivier.

"Then I'll tell you when you really grow up." Olivier poked the little prince's forehead and blocked his question.

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When heading to the outside of the hall, Olivier went back to his room to get the wine glass.

Since he slept for several days last time, Thranduil did not allow his elder son to drink excessively, so he made him a separate wine glass, which looked as intricate and bright as ordinary ones, but in fact Its capacity is much smaller, with most of the space blocked by a thin crystal partition.

Putting the cup into the pouch on his waist, Olivier took Legolas' hand and walked out of the hall.

Compared with the previous palace, the current palace is much larger, and the internal roads are much more complicated.It was originally built for safety, so all the long bridge corridors look exactly the same, and if you don't pay attention, you will get lost.But in fact, there are many secret passages among them, Olivier has long remembered in his heart, and now he is pulling Legolas through the slightly dark secret passages.

The little prince who liked the light didn't like this place, he held Olivier's fingers tightly, and looked around uncomfortable.

Olivier didn't speak, he just held it back with his backhand, palm to palm touching, the same warmth.

When he walked out of the secret passage, Olivier looked up.

Today is a rare fine weather, in the open space outside the big tree in the palace, some sunlight seeps in faintly.

This made Legolas smile, he let go of Olivier's hand and ran over, and directly caught Thranduil's calf who was standing in front of the table and stretched his hand towards the jug.

Of course, the king of the jungle saw his little prince running towards him as if flying, but he didn't reject the soft little guy who was sticking to him.Lowering his head, looking at Legolas' golden hair, the King of the Jungle's gaze was much softer than usual.

But he didn't pick up his little prince like before, because not far away, there was a dwarf who was frowning and looking at the tall chair standing there.

Olivier obviously also noticed Thorin's existence, so he smiled and walked towards the two golden elves, big and small, who were at a standstill, first picked up Legolas and put him on the chair that belonged to him, and then walked towards Looking at the king of the jungle, he bent slightly: "Ada, it looks like I'm late."

"Our welcome banquet hasn't started yet." Thranduil said lightly, but it seemed that Olivier was able to free his leg from the little prince's arm in time, and the King of the Jungle was still relieved. Tone.Before Olivier could say anything, Thranduil continued, "I think Thorin needs your help."

Thorin.

The moment the name came out of Thranduil's mouth, Olivier frowned slightly.

It seemed that during his absence, the dwarf prince gained the trust of the King of the Jungle in a shameful - pardon the adjective - way.This is not happy at all.

However, Olivier quickly adjusted his expression, and walked to Sorin with a smile, but without saying a word of politeness, he stretched out his hand, pulled Prince Sorin's clothes and lifted him to the chair.

Just like mentioning the little prince before.

But obviously this way made Sorin feel disrespected, he looked at Olivier angrily, but Olivier ignored him at all, went directly to his seat and sat down.

Thorin glared at Olivier angrily. There was no surprise. The dwarf prince might get angry in the next second, but the flames in those two eyes were seen by Thranduil's turquoise eyes. It goes off instantly.

"Dear King of the Jungle, may I see my companion?" Although he has the right to call Thranduil by his name, Thorin is a polite dwarf who knows how to choose the right time. To exercise your rights without foolishly annoying the proud elf king.

Thranduil smiled. In fact, it's not that the Elf King can't smile, but his smile looks too superficial, as if he simply pulled the corner of his mouth, without the slightest emotion that a smile should have: " Since they're not as wise as you are, I thought it might be better to see the dwarves later."

This sentence is not cryptic at all, it is clearly saying that they are stupid and ignorant of current affairs, I don't want to see them.

But the dwarf prince, who was blinded by his beauty, couldn't discern the deep meaning of this sentence for a while. Olivier had already smiled and winked at the elf beside him. Leaning, he poured a full glass of wine in front of the dwarf prince.

Thranduil stretched out his hand and raised his chin slightly: "Every drop of the fine wine in the dense forest is precious..."

However, the King of the Jungle didn't say anything, because he saw that the dwarf prince had already picked up the wine glass and drank it down, just like drinking water, and after drinking it all, those brown and black eyes instantly lit up, He looked extremely satisfied.

Olivier blinked and blinked, reaching out and rubbing the head of Legolas who was stuffing a piece of soft bread into his mouth, but his head was turned outward, and he asked his own ada softly: "What if I read that right, this is just ordinary fruit wine?"

"Elrond sent this as a gift." Thranduil said in a low voice. In other words, this item was free.

At least in the eyes of the elves, he is not worth exchanging for gold coins.

Originally, I just wanted to use this as a test, but the result was surprisingly good.

The eyes of the prince of the dense forest also lit up, of course, not because of the fine wine, but because he saw gold coins, countless gold coins in a steady stream.

[Next, the author has something to say]

The author has something to say: Even the dwarves, who can accept this, will probably like other wines more. Perhaps, the elves don't have to force them as expected, and they can dump the wines they don't like to the dwarves.

Gold coins, precious stones, will soon adorn the bedside of the King of the Jungle, shining brightly.

Olivier narrowed his eyes, thinking about it, he felt so tempting.

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Legolas is always obsessed with looking at the sea~

Congratulations Sorin, you can bid farewell to the future princess, and you can also be ashamed with the gold coins~

Hi Sen~

Thorin: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻