[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

If Araya couldn't understand the meaning of Thranduil's words, it could almost be called stupid.

Unfortunately, although she lacks some common sense, she is not stupid.

She understood what he meant.But she can't accept it.

"I refuse." Serra replied, without hesitating for long.

Thranduil paused slightly.He didn't seem very sad, at least he still maintained a superficial calm, just glanced at the female elf's slender neck, remained silent for a few seconds, and then asked her a word.

"why?"

She still wears the necklace he gave her.He thought she understood what it represented.

The eyes of the Avari elves are indifferent, she always looks calm, but Thranduil never finds her boring, on the contrary, her unique sense of alienation and distance—even if she can climb the forest without any effort The commanding heights, no matter where she reaches, she looks out of place here.She has the refinement of an elf, but more indifference than refinement.Her sky blue eyes didn't seem to reflect anyone's figure, even if he confirmed that he should be the person closest to her in the forest, she almost never treated him differently from others——

He couldn't see through the elf.He never understood her.

It was as if she had left her soul elsewhere.But it obviously has an indescribable and fatal attraction for him.

If she had no feelings for him, why would she acquiesce in coming to see him on the appointed day every time?If she liked him, why would she refuse his invitation?The love of an elf is unique. Once it is confirmed, it will never go back. It will imprint the other party's name in the soul from the very first moment, without any ambiguity or room for maneuver. She shouldn't be reacting like this now——

What is going wrong?

The gray-haired female elf looked back at him quietly. She noticed the intense restlessness and the spreading sadness under the prince's composure. Even so, there was still no special fluctuation in the depths of her eyes.

"Sorry." That's how she answered him, without explaining why, as always, hopelessly simple and direct.

Thranduil's fingers trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath, something seemed to be gradually breaking in his gray eyes, tumbling with dark currents.He heard the distressed and sad whine in his chest, but he could do nothing about it, and his pride as a prince would definitely not allow him to make a second request——

What's more, he also knows a little about her: once she refuses, there is really no room for further negotiation.

The love of elves will only happen once in a lifetime, only once to bloom and once to bear fruit.

And his sad, nowhere to put, his dignity completely swept away love.He took good care of this holy white flower that bloomed on the elf's fragile heart. Before it could fully bloom and exude a pleasant fragrance, it withered and lost its youth.

He was mercilessly rejected by the other party.He didn't even understand why.

——The bruise of love is almost fatal to the elves.Thranduil felt a strange bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, which could not go away for a long time.He stared at the female elf with an indifferent face - he knew that she would leave here and leave him after saying this, even so, he still refused to look away first, maybe this would be the last farewell between them ——

"I understand." Prince Jungle nodded. He seemed to be able to fully understand her, his face and tone were very calm, and he said softly, "Thank you for your frank treatment. Goodbye, Sera Arago."

Avari glanced at him, said nothing, turned his head and left without any hesitation, just like thousands of times before, only leaving him with a slender and slender back.

Thranduil lowered his head slowly.He stood there silently for a long time, until the bright sky turned dark, the forest was no longer warm, and the birdsong became silent, then he turned around slowly and walked slowly towards the original road.

He is finished.Thranduil thought to himself, is there anything more ridiculous than an elf who is rejected by an elf?He was reckless, thoughtless, and impulsively gave his love to an Avari who didn't care about him at all. She never even looked at him. Maybe in her heart, he was not as good as the group of half-orcs to attract her attention. —but what can be done?Once an elf's love is given, it cannot be taken back.

For his long life, he will continue to live with love and pain for the elf who ruthlessly rejected him, every night when he can't sleep with his eyes open, every night when he has to fall asleep because of exhaustion, in the daytime Day, in a dream, I think of it silently alone.

Thranduil returned to his domain.Seeing his appearance, his father didn't say anything, just sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, you are the prince of the Sindar and the Silvan elves, what you have, not only Just love."

He nodded, and started the long northward migration journey with the ethnic group.Before leaving, he took one last look at the edge of the forest, it was pitch black, only the wind was blowing through his blonde hair, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't see anything, she wasn't there.

He turned around and embarked on a new journey, burying this hopeless love deeply in his heart.

So many years passed.Three times the people of Orofer moved northward, crossing the Plains of Gradtan, and settled in the valleys and forests of the Black Mountains north of the Old Forest Road.Although it still belongs to the range of Mirkwood Forest Mountain on the territory, it is far enough away from the place where he used to live.

He thought that if there were no accidents, it would be impossible for him to see that gray-haired elf again in his life.

They settled in a new place and lived a peaceful and prosperous life again.

As he grew older, the former prince of the jungle became more stable and mature. Except for his father, the king of the woodland, almost no one could see his sad past from his face.He didn't tell this story to anyone close to him, not because he was ashamed of being rejected, but in his heart, it was still a very good memory, too good to share with even one person, even if it was It didn't end well.He wanted to imprint that person in his heart forever, so that no one could touch the scar that was still slightly painful.

Until one day, the son of the great Orofer, Prince Thranduil of the Jungle, ushered in his [-]th birthday. The tribe prepared a lively banquet for him, singing and dancing, unsealed the treasured wine, picked The most delicious fruit was planted, and even elves from another nearby group were invited to celebrate.Every elf will personally come forward to compose a beautiful speech for their respected prince, sing a poem full of blessings, music and laughter spread throughout the valley and forest, and the light of the flame illuminates half of the night sky - this grand dinner It lasted until almost dawn, and all the elves passed out under the tree because of drinking happily. The slightly drunken aroma filled every corner of the forest.

As the protagonist of this feast, Thranduil was the most sober one.

Because he found painfully that the more he drank, the harder it was for him to get drunk, and the clearer his memory was.

He put down his wine glass, looked at the sleeping people around him, turned his head, and looked to the south.There, there are mountains that his loved ones have jumped over.

At that moment, the longing that had been suppressed in his heart and had not been revealed suddenly broke through the barrier and drowned his reason.Thranduil stood up, took the jug of wine he brewed by himself, turned around and left without saying anything.

That should be the time in his life that his running speed surpassed the limit.And the only time.

The cool morning wind brushed against his cheeks, and the surrounding trees, branches and leaves were almost called phantoms.He couldn't see anything else, living or dead, he could only see the dark forest path ahead, and he knew that place led to his deepest desire - he longed to see her, every hour, every day, Every year, every 100 years, every day and night, every waking and sleeping dream... He was tortured by this surge of thoughts, and he almost lost his voice every time he thought about it.That indifferent face has never faded in memory, but has become clearer and more real because of the tempering of time.

He wanted to see her, he wanted her like crazy.He must see her, today, at this moment, he can no longer lie to himself that he can go on like this, comfort himself in the days without her that everything will pass-it never passes, every minute and every second It didn't disappear, it was rooted in the scarred heart like a germinated seed, and then grew wildly, breaking through the barriers and shackles, and drilled out of his flesh, aching day and night.

No matter whether she will reject him this time, she can say it as easily and without burden as last time... He wants to see her, at least once.After one side, maybe he can easily stuff his emotions back into his chest like last time, and hold them heavily for another hundred years, until he becomes unbearable again and grows wildly again.

The scenery quickly recedes.Nearly [-] kilometers away, he traveled through all the shortcuts he knew, and finally arrived under the giant tree at the moment when the sky was completely bright.

Then he raised his head, and saw her figure under the scattered light spots cast by the sunlight passing through the branches and leaves.

At that moment, Thranduil forgot all the exhaustion, the long endurance, and the severe cramps from the abdominal cavity.He stared fixedly at the back that hadn't changed for a hundred years, without blinking, the blood rolled in his throat and almost suffocated, but he couldn't control that much, he looked at her as if he had been staring at her for 100 years.Perhaps in the next 100 years, he will never have the opportunity to act recklessly and follow his heart once again.

I miss you so much, I never stop for a second.how about you?Araya, during the days and nights when I was away, did you ever think of my face even once?

All you need is one sentence, one word.Even if it is my dignity, I am willing to give it to you with my own hands.

……

Soon, the female elf keenly noticed the unusual gaze from behind.She turned around vigilantly, and saw the blond elf under the tree looking up at her with just one glance.

Avari froze.

Elves have excellent memories.Of course she also remembered who he was.But she also remembered that he had left here for many years and moved to the forest further north, so he shouldn't be here.

After seeing her for a long time, Thranduil easily noticed the change in her—her hair color seemed to have become darker, from the light gray of the moonlight to the current silver gray, and her face paled a lot, as if she had Something was absorbing her life force.But her expression was as indifferent as ever, but the moment she saw him, an invisible crack opened.

She looked surprised.But even with this emotion, she was restrained enough.She didn't say anything, just nodded at the tree trunk next to her.Thranduil understood her gesture, he easily climbed up the giant log and sat beside her.

The gray-haired elf stared at the misty mountains in the distance with calm eyes.She didn't change her attitude in the slightest because of his arrival.Yes, as expected, she wouldn't change for anyone.

Thranduil turned his head to the side, staring intently at her face.

"Today is my birthday," he said, very softly, as if he had traveled a long way just to see an old dear friend and acquaintance.

The gray-haired elf paused for a moment, and finally turned slightly to look at him, his smiling face reflected in his blue eyes.

He had matured a lot, but his face was as beautiful and dazzling as ever, even more charming because of his outstanding demeanor.

Thranduil took out the jug of wine that didn't spill a single bit, uncorked the bottle, shook it, and asked her, "Drink?"

The gray-haired elf moved his nose slightly, and a rich and mellow aroma rushed to his face.No elf can resist this temptation.

Moreover, he said today is his birthday.

Avari was silent for a long time, and finally took the jug, and slowly drank it down under his gaze.

In fact, she doesn't drink well.Although she has a special interest in good wine like other elves, she doesn't have many opportunities to drink good wine on weekdays, and naturally she doesn't understand how much she drinks.What's more, this is a treasure brewed by Thranduil himself, and its purity is so high that even elves who often drink alcohol will get drunk and pass out after drinking half a pot.And now she drank an entire bottle.

Not surprisingly, she was drunk.So drunk that she completely lost her usual calm and indifference, the way she looked at him slowly began to look a little different.

——That is arrogance, that is evil-desire, that is the abyss of sin, and that is the beginning of all good and bad.

The author has something to say: the writing made me tremble with distress...

If you finish writing the number of words in V within 24 hours, you can say that you are not satisfied, I am really going to die suddenly ==