[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

When Legolas came to look for Ada in the evening, he was surprised to find that Ada had actually put on the silver armor that he loved the most and could best set off his radiance.

Blonde hair shines brightly, taller and slender body than ordinary wood elves, wearing a more concise and delicate crown, hard and flowing silver armor covering the whole body, the figure standing in front of the window is like a medieval watchman immersed in the world A statue of the god of war full of years of wind and frost.He has the elegance and arrogance of an elf, but when he gazes at the sunset, he is endowed with the loneliness and sadness of the mortal world.Anyone who saw this scene would have no doubt that the end of his eyes was not his kingdom, but his death.

Legolas stared at his father with a complicated look, without speaking for a long time.Until Thranduil turned his head and looked at this young elf who began to grow up slowly, became taller and more handsome, as vigorous as a small tree, and perfectly inherited his blond hair and his mother's blue eyes , it makes people feel soft at the first sight of him——

"Are we going to battle?" Legolas broke the silence.It has been a long time since he called the more intimate title of "Ada". In the past ten years, he has grown up rapidly, and he has undoubtedly become the new leader among the newborn elves.His figure is more elegant and swift than the wind, and his footsteps are like fallen leaves touching the ground silently. He could walk alone in the dense forest without fear a few years ago. He killed black spiders and half-orcs without even a single expression. Just as his mother had predicted—

And he has always kept his promise, even though he wandered by the river every full moon and moonless night, gazing at the barren forest beyond the river bank, but more than ten years have passed, he still has not taken a step across the river, only here One side watched quietly, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

He is not at all like his mother, he is so smart, keen, with a spirituality like the wind, his eyes always reveal the brightness and slight warmth of the morning light.He is the most proud descendant of Thranduil, and will be the best heir of the kingdom in the future.

Legolas is no longer as dependent on his father as he was when he was a child, he has become more mature and independent.Although he would still come to him often, it was like being familiar with the king with some respect. After all, childhood memories left traces in his growth. Drifting away across death.

Thranduil stared at the young elf and treated his bloodline. After all, there was a touch of softness in his tone, "Lord Rivendell sent an alliance invitation to fight against Sauron's dark power together. It will be a tragic battle , Legolas...will you go with me?"

Even though he loves his heir, his emotion has always wanted to prevent his son from stepping on the battlefield, and he fears that the young life will die silently in the ever-changing.But he also understands that Legolas was born a warrior, he is more mature and rational than any young elf, the talent from his mother's blood and never-relaxing training make him invincible, he is the prince of the jungle, destined to bear all the challenges he has given him. What he lacks is the cruel test of blood and fire.

Thranduil knew very well that Legolas would not refuse, and the green leaves hated the dark more than any elves.And just as he expected, his son readily agreed.

Legolas lowered his head slightly, his voice was clear and full of vitality, "I will go with you to prevent the darkness from spreading in Middle-earth."

Thranduil nodded, and when Legolas turned around and was about to leave, he paused and called out to him in a low voice.

"—she's not there anymore, Legolas."

So, you don't have to wait any longer.

The figure of the young elf paused, and he stood there for a long time, until the night gradually fell, and his low voice gradually drifted into the empty hall.

"……I know."

After speaking, he quickly left here without looking back.

Thranduil stared at the direction he left, with dark currents in his eyes.They both understood each other's intentions, just as he knew long ago that the still young elf liked to sneak across the river to find his mother, and he had heard the guards report countless times, but he acquiesced His "disappearance".And as Legolas gradually grew up, he also gradually understood the childishness and ridiculousness of his behavior back then. If Ada hadn't deliberately relaxed his guards, how could he have escaped from the heavily guarded jungle hall, and how could he have met someone who came every time he left? Looking for his escort?

Everything is just a tacit understanding.

The Elf King lowered his eyes and sighed silently in his heart.

"Why so sad, my king?"

A soft voice came from behind the neck, bringing a faint coolness.

Thranduil turned his head slightly, and saw a finger exuding a misty glimmer of pity curling his soft blond hair, and then a kiss gently fell on it.Obviously he couldn't feel anything, but his jaw tightened as if he had been hit, his lips were pursed, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the person coming, his eyes were deep, more transparent and bright than the gems deep in the lonely mountain ——

"It's been a moment since the last ray of light disappeared into the sky," he said, his voice low and magnetic.

The ghost paused, then looked at him sideways, and a low laugh entered his ears, "Oh? You are complaining that I am a moment late, and you waited for me a moment... Really, I king?"

Thranduil raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you can't keep time even with hallucinations, it would be too useless."

The corners of Sera's eyes were slightly curved, and she leaned close to his ear, her voice was soft and sad, almost bewitching, "Since I'm late...then I'll make up for it, how about it?"

Thranduil couldn't help turning his head slightly, away from her breath, trying to make himself rational, "Compensation?"

"You are waiting here for me dressed like this... Don't you just want me to take them off with my own hands?"

Thranduil turned around and stared at the illusory ghost, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, his gray eyes narrowed slightly, he looked like a proud eagle that was enraged, his eyes were full of oppression and piercing Through the force, almost stepped on the accent and spoke slowly——

"So you've always had such a ridiculous idea?—As an illusion, you really should try to figure out the master's thoughts more, and even obey him. This is your responsibility—"

【Oh~】Snake exclaimed, 【He discovered your identity... No, no, no, to be more precise, he sensed that something was wrong. Although he doesn't know how he discovered it, it is obvious that he is using this to pour bitterness on you... …Oh no, it’s a confession]

Sela raised her eyebrows, [Really? 】

【It's obvious, my dear】Snake muttered, 【Look at this proud and cunning elf, in some points that annoying little devil has learned a lot from his father】

Sera looked at the Elf King with a smile, she bent down slightly, the tip of her nose almost touched him, and her breath blended.

"You really don't want me to do this, my lord? - I have to say that although your clothes fit well, they are too heavy. Maybe we should reduce some unnecessary weight..."

"Unnecessary weight?" Thranduil chuckled, "What is it to you? My heart?"

【Look~~I told you that he has been dissatisfied with you for a long time~】

Sera couldn't help stretching out his hand, and his cold fingers fell silently on the hard armor, almost melting into it.She shook her head, her voice was as low as a sigh, "No, Thranduil...your heart, it's here with me."

The Elf King paused for breath. He stared at the illusory face that was close at hand. Even though he knew he couldn't touch it, he still couldn't help but slowly stretched out his hand.

He wanted to maintain that false posture as if embracing her, but he never expected that she would also extend her hand, and then accurately held his palm.

Bitter cold, the temperature from death, but it is too real.

"What do you want to do, my king?" Sera smiled. "Say it, and maybe I'll satisfy you—after all, I'm an illusion, and illusions are omnipotent, aren't they?"

"Can you satisfy everything?" Thranduil asked in a low voice, his eyes bright.

"Maybe," she said.

He blinked slowly, as if thinking for a moment, and smiled a very shallow, almost fleeting smile.

"I want to touch you."

【hum~】

Sierra's eyebrows twitched, and she couldn't help but smile deeper.

"Oh Thranduil, I really want your wish to come true, but it's a pity I can't... at least not now." She lowered her head, and a cold kiss fell on his forehead, and she went away with a touch, "Is that so ...isn't that enough?"

Thranduil slowly rubbed his forehead, then put down his hand, looked up at her, his eyes were as deep as the sea, his voice was low and slightly undulating, even though he tried his best to calm down——

"You can hug me and I'll never be able to hold you, can I?"

"Is that still not enough?" Serra asked.

"Not enough, not enough." Thranduil told her calmly, "You shouldn't have appeared in the first place, but you appeared here, in front of my eyes... You made me greedy, even if it was an illusory shadow - Sera , you make me no longer expect the dawn to break. Make me love the stars more."

She looked at him in surprise for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Well, then, my king, what do you still desire?"

"As it is now," he whispered, "stay here. Stay with me."

No more leaving, no more missing, no more dissipating.

Sera laughed softly, "But you are about to go through a war, my love, at that time all your thoughts will be occupied by life and death, and your mind will no longer be completely filled with my shadow, but The hallucinations only exist because of what you think—”

"You have my heart," he said, calm and low, "and you will walk with me."

【Too cunning~ I'm sure you don't want to expose your identity now so you dare to ask like this~ This guy is really hard to deal with~】

Sela stared at him for a long time, and he looked up into her eyes, focused, still, unblinking.

She hadn't seen him look like this for a long time.He was suffering every moment when she was still alive, and when she returned from the dead, he finally revealed the hidden emotions in his heart to the sun, and the cycle of life and death made this once arrogant and invincible... The king of the jungle realized a truth that he never knew: he needs to release the flame in his heart at every moment of his life, and don't wait until the person dies, leaving only ashes in his life, and then there is no warmth left.

Love should be in the midst of the fleeting glimpses of the world, and it should live to death, just like freedom.

Sera lowered her head slowly, brushing away the long hair that fell on his forehead with cold fingers, a smile filled her emptiness eyes, her voice was as soft as a promise, and the wind blows away.

"Yes, my king."

The author has something to say: The king's exclusive small theater——

The old man who is about to end the empty nest period: She said she was hallucinating, and I believed it at first, after all, she never liked to kiss me, only did it that night, and then ran away.But when she faded into the sun I knew it was real... because the hallucinations never change from day to night.She deliberately showed me a flaw, but I just accepted it happily and made some reasonable demands.Is this too much? --Absolutely not.

The contest between the two film kings.

In the next chapter, I will go to the battlefield, and I will come out to play soy sauce with a flower cable in the middle of the earth~

Add more changes every day, so tired that it melts.I have had a severe cold for the past few days, my eyes are sore and my throat is sore, so I will not save and update the manuscript in the early hours of tonight.Let’s update again tomorrow night, hug~