[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

The battle ended with the defeat of the elves and dwarves. Sauron's half-orcs occupied Mount Gundabad and enslaved all the surrounding creatures, forcing the teams of Elrond and Thranduil to retreat along the same road. .Even so, the giant dragon from the north kept chasing and killing them all the way, until they disappeared into the forest and it was rare to see them, then regretfully let the group of elves go, and after wandering in the sky for several days, they were angry and unwilling Flap your wings and leave.

The elves from Rivendell suffered heavy casualties. The wood elves in the dense forest lost one-third of their elite fighters, and even their king was seriously injured and passed out.The half of the face burned by the dragon flames cannot be healed by ordinary medicines at all, and can only be healed slowly with magic, but the pain will keep repeating in the injured flesh during this period.After this battle, the King of the Jungle fell into a coma for nearly two months before he woke up. The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch his neck. Injured, he immediately sat up from the bed.

"Father." Legolas said clearly.

Thranduil paused slightly, then turned his head to look at the young elf standing at the door.He was wearing the most common green short jacket of the jungle elves, and his trousers were tied tightly. He looked handsome and capable, standing upright and full of vitality like a young tree.He had obviously been taking care of him all the time. Seeing him wake up at this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the side of his face that was deliberately turned sideways, and his eyes became complicated. After a long silence, he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"If you were looking for a necklace...here it is."

He took out the fruit core that had been finely pasted with beeswax from his underwear, spread it out in his palm, and handed it to him.

Thranduil stared at the necklace for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand slowly, with almost no strength, carefully placed it in the palm of his hand, then raised his head and looked at Legolas.

The young elf didn't speak, and the air fell into dead silence for a while.

In the end, it was Legolas who broke the silence first.

"I'm leaving here, father." He said, his tone trying to be cheerful, "I've always wanted to find a chance to go out and see the outside world. I used to think I was very powerful, but now I think about it. It’s just a frog in a well... If this battlefield brought me other than witnessing the tragic death of my companions and growing disgust for evil forces... I think it’s that I have a clearer awareness of the fact that I’m not strong enough.”

Thranduil watched him calmly, that kind of gaze made Legolas pause, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, he twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at him for a long time, finally closed his eyes, It was difficult to hide the trembling of sadness in his tone.

"That's her... right?"

"She's been here all this time... hasn't she, Ada?"

This is the first time that Green Leaf has called out this title again in so many years. Her strong self-possession was instantly broken by the fragility shown by Green Leaf. Thranduil slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

"Yes...it's always been her."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Legolas looked at the Elf King sadly, "Or do you think I can't accept this fact? You hid me like you did when you hid her from the south of the jungle—"

"—Because her existence cannot be tolerated in the world."

Legolas was taken aback, "...what did you say?"

"When you were born, Legolas...she was already polluted by darkness." Thranduil looked out of the window, and could only see his intact right half of his face, handsome and haughty as if filled with divine light, but His voice was full of hoarse pain, "...she left you voluntarily, was exiled, imprisoned...she knew that day would come."

Legolas' pupils shrank, and he stared at him without a word for a long time, until he saw a thin thread of blood slowly sinking into the white collar along Thranduil's slender neck, he finally took a deep breath, and closed his eyes suddenly. He closed his eyes, and turned his head in disbelief——

"What... when...?"

"The day after she deported you."

The sockets of Legolas' eyes turned red suddenly, he opened them, and looked at Thranduil with complicated and painful eyes.

"I won't accept this fact," he said, shaking his head. "I'd rather believe my eyes...I'd rather believe that she disappeared on the battlefield to save you...You can't let my waiting be meaningless."

Thranduil lowered his eyes, looked at the fruit pit in his palm, and remained silent.

"Since you've woken up, your injuries will heal soon, and there won't be another expedition for the next hundred years..." Legolas twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but failed in the end , "...I'm leaving, father."

Thranduil clenched his fingers, his voice was still calm, he didn't ask him when he was leaving, nor where he was going, he only asked a question that he most wanted to know.

"When will you return?"

"I don't know, maybe a few years, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years... We all know that it will take time, a long time." Legolas replied softly, then paused, lowered his head, and looked at him Salute, with a soft and respectful voice, "Goodbye, Father."

Thranduil was silent for a long time, finally closed his eyes, and nodded silently and solemnly in return, "...Goodbye, Legolas."

The young prince took a final look at his father, then turned and left, the slender and straight figure gradually disappearing from his sight.

The Elf King slowly closed his eyes and remained silent.

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On the second day after the king of the jungle woke up, all the wood elves were surprised to find that their king did not continue to rest in bed, but wore a dignified and gorgeous silver-white robe, walked slowly through the elf hall, walked out of the gate, and came to the jungle .The left half of his face was still bandaged with elf-made cloth, covering the face that had been severely injured on that side.

He drove away any guards, walked alone through the dark dense forest, stepped across the river, and came to the giant tree that had stood for a hundred years.

Among the intertwined branches, the exquisite little tree house was still intact in mid-air, but it was no longer inhabited, and the roof and the edge of the bed were covered with a thick layer of ash.

Thranduil lowered his head, opened his loose fingers, and a fruit core lay quietly in his palm. He stared at it for a long time, and finally lowered his body. Regardless of the dust on his clean white robe, he took the fruit core into it with his own hands. Under the roots of giant trees.

Until the last handful of soil was covered, Thranduil slowly straightened up, staring at the only giant tree in the southern dense forest that was not decayed and dead, his voice softly diffused in the air.

"If you can still hear...Sera."

"I hope to see you one last time before I die."

Every minute and every second after she disappeared, his vitality disappeared with her.Like a curse that cannot be broken.

Every day and night, he burns.

He stood there quietly for a long time until the dense forest became darker and the last ray of light fell into the sky. Finally, he turned around and took steps to leave.

A light breeze brushed his cheek and lifted a strand of blond hair.

Thranduil's figure paused, he raised his eyes, shock and disbelief slowly appeared in his stagnant eyes.

Ever since the dense forests in the south were completely polluted and decayed, no wind can pass through here. Everything here is dead, stagnant, and still.All the wind and the messages it brings are blocked from the thick invisible darkness.

But now, there is actually a wind blowing here.

Thranduil froze in place, he slowly stretched out his hand, feeling a thin flow passing through his fingers.Not his illusion.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around——

There, under the giant tree, among the twisted roots.A scarlet bud broke through the ground without a sound, penetrated the darkness and silence, and fluttered in the wind.

Like a newborn.

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When seeing Thranduil bury the fruit core in the polluted land with his own hands, although the snake had expected this scene, he still couldn't help sighing, 【The most poisonous woman's heart~】

[You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you, dear? 】The snake stuck out the tip of its tongue with great interest, 【You can't bear that polluted elf body will eventually degenerate into an ugly monster, and you don't like the ghost body I gave you... You like brand new things, so You made all of this—]

【Death, war, death...and then new life】

The snake clicked his tongue, 【You should tell me in advance, maybe I can save you so much effort~】

Sera raised the corners of her lips silently, 【The pollution of that elf's body can no longer be stopped, and it is still alive, and there is no more remaining use value... And this time, I will not carry the pollution anymore——】

【I will become 'pollution' itself】

【All your sweet talk and tenderness before were for this moment, right? 】The snake said, 【You let him get the ultimate sweetness, and then he was caught off guard to face the ultimate pain...】

【I think he can no longer accept even one death, my dear... you tear him apart completely】

【Destruction can reproduce, what a correct prophecy】 Sera smiled, 【I have paid so much for him, shouldn't I get all of him? 】

The snake narrowed its eyes playfully, 【Well... even so, even if you absorb all the power of this land, I don't think that's enough for you to condense into a complete body. You need more than this, much more energy of--】

Sierra looked further south and chuckled, 【My power is pollution, and pollution comes from the same source as darkness, doesn't it? 】

[Sauron won this battle, he will expand his territory, and even occupy the land of the elves, I think it will not be long before we can meet and formally say hello]

The snake followed her gaze, and there was once Amonland, the land of green grass hills where the wood elves lived, but now it has been abandoned, and the half-orcs have occupied it.As the former gathering place of elves, it is undoubtedly an excellent strategic fortress. Once Sauron occupies it, he will be able to face the Woodland Kingdom across the dense forest river and expand his domain in the Misty Mountains.

And the southern dense forest where she is located, Amon Lane is also included.

The snake immediately figured out all this, and couldn't help hissing in admiration, 【So that's it~ No wonder you didn't choose to help that elf... So you had such an idea a long time ago】

With a big victory in the war, Sauron will definitely use this to expand and invade. He will send a steady stream of orcs and other soldiers belonging to the race to occupy the land everywhere, and this uninhabited barren forest is the best choice. They will come here, walk across this land, and try to occupy it.And whenever a living creature walks through her territory—

【I will eat them up】

Sierra smiled.

【No trace left】

And the wars and deaths that humans and elves fear, hate, and don't want to happen will completely revive her.

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Over the next hundred years, the Wood Elves found that the pollution seemed to stop in the southern forests across the River Thickwood.

No—to be more precise, it’s not just a stop, it’s more like a turnaround—as if something is rapidly absorbing the dark power hidden deep in the ground and tree roots, and the air is no longer thick and thick enough to be suffocating , the river began to clear again, the fish reproduced here again, the buds sprouted from the branches, and the wind, which represented the never-ending power of life, also passed through the dense forest leaves endlessly.

Even the spiders and orcs that were always hovering around in the past gradually disappeared, and not even a dead body was found.If it weren't for the traces left by their previous activities, the elves would almost think that these dark creatures had never appeared.

Although I don't know the reason for this, it also surprised the wood elves who were beginning to despair of the forest, but soon this surprise was extinguished with the words of a wizard from the west——

"Thrandil, son of Orifel, lord of the Mirkwood, I passed by from the far valley of Anduin, thinking that your kingdom would be the hope to stop Sauron's power from spreading north, until I saw the forest The dark shadows rising far to the south, the air is full of ominousness, even surpassing the fear brought by the newly built Dol Guldur, the land of Amonland—"

The one standing in the hall talking loudly looks like a downcast wizard, with a gray beard and cloak, wearing a gray-blue pointed hat, with a pair of deep and bright blue eyes, tall and thin, Holding an inconspicuous wand in his hand.Most elves had never seen him, but that didn't stop the Woodland King from recognizing him at first sight—

Mithranda, in Sindarin language, means "Saint in Gray Robe". He is a Maier who has just arrived in Middle-earth, and has vision and power beyond human beings.He discovered Sauron's intentions very early, so he often traveled around Middle-earth, trying to unite the elves to set up the Holy White Council to deal with the necromancers hidden in the newly established Dol Guldur not long ago.He suspected that it was Sauron, and had been trying to stop his power from spreading around.

In recent years, he has been wandering around the Anduin River and watched it from a distance, and then discovered another extraordinary power that is different from Dol Guldur, but is more secretive, darker, and rising faster. It comes from the king of the woodland. country to rule.

"I saw the ubiquitous shadows in the forest. They used to be scattered everywhere, able to kill trees and breed some annoying dark creatures, but they would not cause major disasters-until I discovered that they gradually gathered in the past few years. Together...it's as if someone is devouring this energy...and that person will become stronger because of it, even scaring the spiders, and the whole family migrated away from this forest—”

Gray-robed Maier's bright and sharp eyes looked straight at the tall and slender blond elf with his back facing him, and couldn't help raising his voice again, "Thrandiil!——You must not tolerate the darkness above your territory So sprawling! It won't be long before it eats up the energy of that land, and once it can't find anything else to eat, think what terrible things it will do!"

"I can already foresee all this, this terrible future—"

"In the forests of the south, a frightful evil is born. Its shadow hangs over this land—"

"It will become the second Sauron!"

His high-pitched voice resounded through the hall, causing the king who had been silent to turn around suddenly. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, and he stepped on the steps. His voice was majestic and haughty, even carrying some warnings——

"Be careful! Misranda—this is my kingdom, you stand in the palace built by my people, you should maintain the most basic etiquette and respect!"

The gray-robed wizard paused. He realized that he was a little too excited, so he couldn't help but relax his momentum, lowered his head slightly, and his voice became calmer, "I'm sorry, Thranduil, you should understand why I did this , Sauron's war has spread throughout Middle-earth, and it won't be long before we will face a terrible war. During such a period, I will never tolerate another great threat—"

"—she is my wife, Sera Desolate." Thranduil's voice was firm and deep, "—the other great threat you mentioned... is my wife, the mother of my children, the Kingdom of the Woodlands queen—my only companion."

The wizard was taken aback. He obviously didn't think there would be such a connection. His eyes widened in surprise, "Elf?...You mean, it...is an elf?"

"It's 'she' rather than 'it'," Thranduil corrected displeasedly, "respect—the saint in gray robes from the West, you should treat my wife the same way you treat me."

"How is this possible—" Misranda took two steps back, her face full of shock, "Even if she was blessed by the gods and then fell—she couldn't have such terrible power—what did you do, Serendi you?"

What did he do?The Elf King's eyes moved slightly, he almost smiled wryly and raised the corners of his lips, his words were still calm and proud.

"I killed her with my own hands."

Mai Ya in the gray robe was taken aback, "What...?"

"A long time ago, when she was still alive, when I discovered that she had been polluted and could not be saved..." Thranduil turned around and looked out the window with an indifferent side face, "At that time, I was just like you, pregnant With the thought that I will never tolerate the darkness, I made a choice."

The Elf King took a deep breath, then turned his head to look at him, his eyes were so deep, and all the turbulent emotions inside were buried here, the wizard couldn't help but be speechless, "—I killed her once, and I will use it to kill her once. The rest of my life regrets it, atones for it.”

"And there will never be a second time."

Mithranda stared at him blankly, and finally sighed softly, "Even so, Thranduil... How will you stop her and prevent this disaster?"

"Don't forget, you're not just a husband, you're a king."

Thranduil seemed to have expected this moment a long time ago. He stared at the wizard and smiled slightly. The gorgeous beauty that bloomed at that moment illuminated the entire hall.

"I will feed the devil with my body, and I will not let her step out of the forest and devour the innocent."

The wizard took two steps back, saw the fearlessness and determination in the other party's calm eyes, fell silent and sighed.

The author has something to say: PS: Mithranda is another title of Gandalf.

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