[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

Snapped.

The spark exploded suddenly, waking Thranduil up from his memory.

His thoughts quickly withdrew, and he couldn't help being filled with complicated emotions. He lowered his head and stared at the sleeping female elf without blinking.

How many years has she been away from him?

After that starless night that made people blush even in their dreams, it was two years of peaceful life, and then the Woodland Kingdom ushered in an unprecedented war.

On the eve of preparations, when Thranduil thought she would fight alongside him and his people, she disappeared without a trace.He searched every corner of all the nearby forests, but he couldn't find her.

As if it had never appeared in front of him, the happiness was as short as a dream.

Her disappearance had hit him almost fatally at the time.He used to keep asking himself, what did he do wrong?Because he has never been ashamed to reveal his feelings?Or is he really, really boring and bland?Could it be because of this that she never hesitated to leave, she stopped for a short time like the wind, and then the wind passed without a trace.

But before he had time to clean up his heavy and sad mood, he had to brace himself to face the war provoked by Sauron.The bad news came one after another. His father died in that battle, and the kingdom lost its leader in an instant. The young prince, enduring his grief, inherited the throne, raised his bow and arrow, and did not take a step back because of the decadence and death. , stood firm, and endured for seven years, watching countless fellow races die tragically, their dying wailing resounding in the dark night, he gritted his teeth and refused to surrender, finally under the joint resistance of other races, won this brutal war.

Then, he led less than one-third of the remaining clansmen and continued to migrate northward. The battlefield full of gunpowder smoke and corpses gradually receded. They rebuilt the Elven Hall in the northeast corner of the dark jungle, trying to forget the past Lost and sad, start a new life.

Yes, 19 years have passed since she left him.For elves, so short, but also so long.

He had wondered countless times whether she had disappeared in that battle, and he had never heard any news about her from any elves. She left so quickly and suddenly, as if she had evaporated from the world, and disappeared unexpectedly. in his life.

As for the rejecter, she will never understand what "the other half dies" means to an elf.

Did she ever love him?No.

Does she care about him?he does not know.

Does she know him well?Maybe just a little better than strangers you've never met.

That elf, she was different from all the other elves.She doesn't have a heart of love for all things, she is ignorant and indifferent on the surface but hides a desire for killing, she is stationed at the edge of the forest day after day not really to enforce justice - maybe even she doesn't know it, She's just following her instincts - she's hunting.

She never knew love, or even love.Even after she did such a thing, she got rid of the control of alcohol and was fully awake... There was no fluctuation in her eyes when she looked at Thranduil, as if she was smiling the night before, panting softly, condescending The person who looked down at him, suppressed all his struggles and resistances, and the desire for strangeness and the terrifying desire to control slowly spread in the depths of his pupils... It wasn't her.

It seemed that except for that night, everything was illusory and unreal.Thranduil fell in love with a body that didn't know how to love.

And after all those years she had left him, he had gotten used to thinking she was dead.why not?Should she continue to live to torture him?His love was given without hesitation, and he would not take it back, but he no longer expected to live because of her.

If you don't care about me at all, never want to be with me...then don't come back.Better to let him think she was dead.

At least, for the elves, death alone allows people to continue to live happily with the fantasies and love they had in life.But when you live and leave, you are afraid that you will not return, you are afraid of empty joy, and you are afraid that you will not be able to get it for the rest of your life, and you will be dying.

Thranduil stared at her pale face silently, the undercurrent was constantly surging.

I'm almost used to the days when you're not around, why did you come back here again?

Why, give birth to his child?

That would make him mistakenly think that she cared about him for a moment, and it would give him the illusion that "maybe she was at a loss because she was pregnant and chose to leave".Even when he saw her face again, the long gray hair and pale cheeks, she actually smiled at him——

At that moment, he had an indescribably strange feeling: it seemed that after so many years of her departure, when they met again, something returned with her.

She no longer looked empty and indifferent as before, her once unfocused eyes became dark and introverted like the deep sea, her lips were no longer sparing words like gold, but became careless and free and easy, she looked into his eyes There was more emotion, an emotion he had only seen on that dreamy night.

She's changed...or more accurately, it seems that those things that she lacked before are now finally lost.

Thranduil recognized her immediately.But he is no longer the young and impulsive prince he used to be. He can swallow back the emotions that are about to collapse, and all the shock, hatred, joy, concentration... all stay in the corner of the chest, the face There was nothing unusual about it, he even thought that if he could expel her from here without changing his face, he would definitely be able to do it, why not?

——But all of this was ruined by the baby she brought.

Legolas, the green leaf, the newborn baby.His child, blood, his own flesh and blood.

Thranduil looked at her face.And you left my side with him for so long.Now, I brought him back again, but I still didn't want to stay, but left him here alone, thinking that I would still choose to forgive, forgive you for being irresponsible again, and leave without saying goodbye.

Why can you consume my tolerance and patience with you so wantonly?like?Do you understand the meaning of this word?Did you love me, this boy you gave birth to?

"No." Thranduil murmured softly.

He will no longer naively think that she will stay for him, and he will never forgive again.no way.

He would raise Legolas well, of course he would—but she couldn't even think of leaving.

Tragedy, he will not allow it to happen again in his life.

Thranduil gave her a last glance, turned around, left the room without a sound, and closed the door gently.

Everything returned to silence.

The sleeping female elf slowly opened her eyes, looked at the closed door, and smiled slightly.

The snake raised its head and looked at her, 【I got my wish, my dear? 】

Sierra, 【Not yet ready】

Snake, [Oh?I see his appearance...he is not normal to you]

Sera's voice was very weak, [How do you say something? ——Is there a fine line between love and hate?I think his vigilance will increase to the point where I'm troubled after one or two walk-aways without saying goodbye-look at the mess you've left behind]

Snake was a little wronged, 【It's not up to others to decide~ Besides, I think you seem to be very interested in him, what do you want to do?Take power from him like in the previous world and crush his self-esteem?still--】

[Different worlds, of course different ways of playing] Sera smiled, 【Sierra Beckman holds a sharp sword in his hand, he can only go straight forward to split the night, there is no other way out.And now...]

[What I hold in my hand is not a sword, but a bargaining chip that is sure to win and never lose. As long as I don't mess around, I will be the final winner no matter how I play]

The snake clicked his tongue, 【It seems that the little guy still has an influence on you~ You are merciful, my dear】

Sera glanced at it, and didn't want to explain further, her tone was flat, 【Really? ...maybe, maybe not]

The snake hissed, as if it was a smile, watching her close her eyes and fall asleep, she also became quiet, and stopped talking.

……

……

Serra was under house arrest, no doubt about it.

After she slowly opened her eyes from the soft bed, feeling the pain and exhaustion in her body had begun to fade away, she yawned lazily, and stopped in her tracks as soon as she opened the door.

Two wood elves stood in the doorway, eyes fixed, weapons in hand.It is clear what they were sent to do.

Sera raised her eyebrows. She leaned against the door frame and looked at the two guards: indeed, they are a race favored by the gods, and each elf has a delicate and beautiful face.Although they don't look strong, they are light and slender, but they are just right. They can step on the thinnest wooden branches and pass quickly without falling, but the arrows shot from their hands are strong enough to pierce the thick cowhide , and even shot through the orc's shoulder blade.And the two guards in front of them should be the best among them, with calm eyes and straight posture, no breakthrough point can be seen from the whole body.

Thranduil knew that she was an excellent night crawler, and he had seen her in melee combat, which was not inferior to a half-orc leader.These two were singled out specifically for her.

Things are getting more and more interesting.He actually chose to imprison her instead of letting her go after confirming her identity—it seemed that the Elf King was more contradictory than she imagined.

After last night, she had a new understanding of the current situation.In fact, Sierra's situation is much better than expected.She has to think about how to play this game to make it more challenging.

"I want to see Thranduil," she told the guard.A statement, not a request.

The wood elf didn't even blink, as if he didn't hear her at all.

Sela frowned.It seemed they had been ordered not to respond to her request.

——Okay, you forced me, I didn't intend to do it.

Sierra didn't say anything, and quietly returned to her room, closed the door, and stayed there for a whole day.

The door of the room was locked, and there was no movement from inside.The food sent by the female elf was left untouched at the door, and the other party ignored the knock on the door. She even put her ear on the door and listened carefully, but she didn't hear any slight breathing sound.

There was no other exit in the room, so it was logically impossible for her to get out, but after all, the other party was not an ordinary guest... The female elf hesitated for a while, and finally decided cautiously to ask the king's opinion.

The elf found Thranduil at a side door of the palace.With his back to her, he was wearing a white floor-to-ceiling cloak. He was tall and slender, with brilliant blond hair wrapped around his back softly and obediently. The afterglow of the evening fell on his side face, and a round of thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings from time to time. Shaking, eyebrows are as beautiful as pictures, better than any words that humans can think of.

The elf reported the Avari guest's behavior with concern.Sure enough, their king responded.

"Refused to eat?" he asked, his voice clear and deep.

The female elf lowered her head, "Yes...she locked the door, we didn't dare to rush in, and there was no sound from inside, so I think maybe you should go and see for yourself—"

She could tell from the hall that the king had extraordinary emotions for that Avari.Thranduil is a generous and loving elf king, but he is by no means a king who is easy to get close to. He cares about his subjects, but he rarely summons someone alone. He allows the elves to hold banquets, sing and dance frequently, but he never personally participates in them .He is calm and stable, with a long-term vision, never surrenders in the face of war, and always stands at the forefront, but in private, he walks alone, taciturn, and when he looks up at the moonlit forest in the middle of the night, he occasionally reveals a trace of Feeling lonely.

Before, they didn't understand where the king's complex emotions came from for a moment... until today.

The female elf dared not make the decision to neglect that Avari without authorization—Vera, she is the biological mother of the little prince, the king's lost companion!Who dares to touch this mold? !

She kicked the ball back again.But regardless of whether their king understood her intentions or not, after a long silence, he still made a decision.

Thranduil turned and left.

The female elf hurriedly followed, and noticed that the calm and indifferent king in everyone's impression was walking faster than usual, and her slightly pursed lips seemed to be holding back her anger... She withdrew her eyes, looked at her nose, nose, and heart Before the king was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice her prying eyes, he trotted all the way to the door of the guest's room and gave the guard a look. The three of them took a step back in unison to make room for more space.

Thranduil looked cold, glanced at them, paused, reached out and gently pushed the door.

The door opened a crack.

His eyes froze.

The female elf shook her head quickly, indicating that the door was still locked when she came, and she definitely did not lie about the news.

Thranduil seemed to understand something, his eyes darkened quietly, but he didn't say anything, after a pause for a few seconds, he pushed open the door and walked in.

There was no one in the house, no familiar figure.

Thranduil's jaw clenched, and after a very brief moment of stupefaction, he immediately came to his senses, turned around quickly, and stretched out his hand like lightning to grab the opponent's attacking arm, and then clenched it tightly.Seeing that she didn't give up, and seemed to have the tendency to raise her legs to fight back, Thranduil's face became even colder. He had to use some strength that would make her feel painful, and the other hand pressed down on her waist to block the attack. Then he pressed her hard against the wall.

The attacker didn't seem to be serious about him, and she was restrained after a few feints, and she was not angry, let alone tried to struggle and resist.He just quietly leaned against the wall, slowly raised his eyes, looked at the faintly surging undercurrent in the depths of the Elf King's eyes, and smiled slightly.

"Will you come to see me?"

This posture is really ambiguous - his left hand grabbed her both wrists, and his right hand pressed her waist so that she could not move at all, and even sandwiched her between the wall and him, so close that his eyes and eyes were close to each other, and their breaths were heard. .

The author has something to say: The king set up a big flag from this chapter...but he didn't know anything about it. (spread hands)

As for whether you think that the king loves the original body... well, I have already hinted in many details.If you don't understand, you can go back to the first sentence of the copy.

I have been busy reviewing papers these days, so the update will be later.Check back after 3pm, darlings, to see if there is any update, don’t wait for me in the morning~