[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

"My lord, His Royal Highness Legolas has gone to the river again."

In the evening, natural light shines from the stone cave above the head, and the hall is so bright that every detail can be seen.Hearing the report from the guardian, the Elf King, who was writing a letter with his head down, paused slightly, and then a deep voice came out——

"Still the same as before?"

The guard bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Yes, it's still the same as before. His Highness Legolas has been waiting and keeping his promise from the time when the sun was shining until the setting sun was setting on the mountains and rivers. He never crossed the river."

The Elf King was silent, as if these words brought back his long memories, the delicate and wet nib hung in the air for a long time, until the ink was dry, he came back to his senses, did not raise his eyes, just said lightly, "Go on!" .”

The guard bowed his head in salute, and then retreated quietly.

Thranduil looked at the letter in his hand. It came from Elrond, the Noldor Elf, the lord of Rivendell from farther back.Mirkwood and Rivendell seldom communicate with each other, but this time is an exception: since Sauron invaded Eriador a hundred years ago, and captured Eregian shortly thereafter, and defeated the army led by Elrond, Forcing the remaining Noldor elves to retreat northward, the power of the elves was hit hard.Although the troops sent from Khazad-dum raided the rear of Sauron's army, Sauron repelled the dwarves, but he was unable to break through the gate of Durin.The famous dark lord suffered two consecutive setbacks under the hands of the dwarves.

To avenge his shame, he ordered the orcs to plunder all the dwarves they could find.And this race, which has always been short in stature, rough in appearance, but bold and unruly in character, and brave and warlike, of course will not sit still. This triggered another great war that swept across Middle-earth, and many races participated in it, including the elves. .

Compared with other elf lords, the King of the Mirkwood is not so famous. Although he has a vast territory, his location is gloomy and remote, so he seems more closed and rarely communicates with other clansmen.In addition, he does not have the three treasure rings of the elves. When people talk about the elves, the outstanding group of Iluvita's first descendants, they will always think of Galadriel, one of the rulers of the Golden Forest Lothlórien, or Elrond, holder of Via, Rivendell Wind Ring.In comparison, the people who are most familiar with the king of the jungle are probably the residents of Changhu Town who have the honor of being able to communicate with the woodland elves in business. They are the only ordinary people who can see the true face of the woodland elves.

The letter in front of him is an alliance invitation.

Although elves are otherworldly, they are not indifferent, and they hate evil creatures even more than humans.As one of the few high elves in Middle-earth, Elrond is brave and good at fighting, has superb medical skills, superior wisdom, and has a good ability to predict the future.He saw the crimes that Sauron, the former servant of Morgoth and now the dark lord Sauron, could commit, so he asked for help from the lord of the jungle far in the north, and invited him to participate in the upcoming The coming battle of Gundabad Hill.

Thranduil hardly hesitated, and gladly accepted the challenge.

He slowly signed his signature, the elven script is ancient and beautiful, and it has been born since the beginning of time.Each different elf group also has a different branch language, but the imprint belonging to the king cannot be copied.

He wrote the last stroke, and asked the letter to be dispatched immediately. Just as he put down the pen, he suddenly heard a very light and familiar voice——

"Nice name."

Thranduil's pupils shrank, he turned his head almost without hesitation, and froze when he saw the figure lying on the table looking at other letters.

It was a...ghost. Its whole body was so thin that it was almost transparent and unreal. It could only vaguely see the outline, and the air around it would be slightly blurred with unreal brilliance as it walked.She was so light and weightless that the paper didn't sag even if her arms were propped on the desk.Her long, almost colorless hair fluttered slightly behind her back as if blown by the breeze all the time, and she even wore the same robe that day, as if she was the most familiar in the deepest memory, casually, as if she still had some With an unpredictable smile, he spoke to him——

Thranduil took a step back, closed his eyes abruptly, his heart was full of water - no, this couldn't be true.The holy water has already turned her into ashes, not even the bones left, her soul has already disappeared like the darkness she brought, it is impossible for her to still exist, and she is even willing to stay by his side——

"Why are you closing your eyes, Thranduil? Are you unhappy to see me?"

He heard a very light wind, and it seemed that something was gradually approaching him, and he could even feel cold fingers caressing his face vaguely, just like what she had done before——

This is fake.Everything is fake.

There's no way she's still alive, she's not cursed by anyone, and she certainly can't be a restless ghost.She was just... just the deepest attachment, pain and love that he couldn't get rid of.He just misses her so much... Really misses her so much, and this kind of missing can even trick his body into thinking that she is still alive, can touch him, and even talk to him.

This is nothing more than an illusion produced by the eyes and brain following the heart.To fantasize about her being still around in the best possible way.

But even though he clearly understood all this, he still couldn't convince himself to choose to ignore her.

He could never refuse her.

Thranduil slowly opened his eyes, and now, at this moment, the phantom of nothingness has not dissipated, she is still here, as if she is still alive, looking at the magnificent palace he built.

He looked at her intently, and even his breathing stopped quietly.

Obviously, these decorations she had seen before did not arouse her enough interest, and soon she withdrew her gaze and refocused on him.Her illusory eyes flickered, looking like the lights of stars twinkling in the night sky.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You seem surprised that I'm here."

Thranduil looked at her with an indescribable gaze.After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly, his eyes still unable to move away from this illusory figure——

"I'm not surprised. I'm just happy."

Since she is a fake, a phantom cast by the sins and longings in her heart, then why do you have to hide her as high as before and deceive yourself?He will never do it again.Because even though the elves have a long and eternal life, they are still threatened by death all the time. No one knows whether the loved one will suddenly leave at a certain moment, and disappear in his invisible eternal life.

If there's one thing he's learned from the hundreds of years he's known her, it's to cherish every moment she's around.No matter whether she loves him, cares about him, or wants to spend the rest of her life with him...at least, she is still "alive".His eyes can still see her, his nose can still smell her, his heart still beats for her, his soul still trembles for her.

Even if she is unreal, unreal.But after experiencing that moment of death, he had nothing left to lose.

I'm glad you're here, even if it's just for a moment.

Thranduil slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch her face that was vaguely hidden in the flickering light, but the moment he touched her, his fingers passed through her body.

Can't catch anything.

Like the ashes that fell from his palm that day.

Thranduil paused slightly, and the light in his eyes slowly went out.He wanted to take back his hand, no longer trying to touch that heartbreaking phantom, even though he had imagined countless times that he could touch her again, but the fact was——

Snapped.

A cold hand grabbed his wrist.

Thranduil froze all over.He lowered his head slowly, staring at the illusory arm.

It is no different from a real ghost, so faint that it may disappear into the air almost at any time.But the touch from the skin was so real and icy cold, it froze him in an instant.

Could it be that his obsession has become so serious that he can imagine that a shadow that no longer exists can touch him?

He stared at that hand, then slowly stretched out the other hand, carefully trying to touch it, without any accident, this time he still passed through the phantom.He didn't touch anything.

It really was fake... The feeling that she was able to hold him was just an illusion caused by thinking too much about her brain.

The corners of Thranduil's lips twitched slightly, his eyes lowered, and his arms exerted a little force, but just like when she was still alive before, he easily got rid of the shackles, and the cold feeling quickly disappeared.He raised his eyes, looked at the flickering soul half floating in the air in front of him, and spoke softly.

"I thought you would only appear in dreams."

Does it only appear after night falls and dissipate before the dawn breaks?

Sela couldn't help raising her eyebrows.After some back and forth probing, she finally realized something was wrong.

This guy... doesn't seem to take her seriously?

Did he think she was a low-level thing like a demon?

Hmm...Maybe she wasn't obvious enough, she should do something more believable to convince him, like...

The ghost in the mid-air suddenly approached him in an instant. Unexpectedly, he reached out and hugged his neck, then lowered his head, opened his mouth to bite his gracefully curved jaw, and squeezed lightly, leaving a shallow tooth. Release immediately after printing.She lowered her eyes, and there still seemed to be an unpredictable faint smile in her eyes, and the quiet and soft voice drifted to his ears, together with the cool breath——

"So in the dream, my king... did I do this to you too?"

The author has something to say: The king who did not accept the facts: Although my inner demon is fake, she can meet me all the time, and she can do things that will lead to being locked up in a dark room. She is a little happy and a little annoyed. (And why do you just bite but not kiss when you can do other things?)

feel pampered hhhhh

The author has given up on writing fast time travel... Maybe the rest will be slow time travel == heart tired.