[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

In 2851 of the Third Age, Legolas Greenleaf, the son of the jungle, returned home after a hundred years of traveling.

When he passed through the dense forest, he faintly felt that something was wrong. When he returned to the elf hall and asked the leader of the guards where his father was going, the always capable and loyal guards avoided his attack with a guilty conscience. Watching, hesitating for a long time, and then a word popped out——

"Uh...His Royal Highness...I think you need to know one thing...but you must remain calm..."

Legolas raised an eyebrow.

The guard coughed lowly, "After you left...well...we have an extra queen..."

"..."

what did he say?A... Queen?

Legolas was stunned for a few seconds at first, and when he fully realized the meaning of the word, he immediately understood. He didn't even bother to say a word to the guards, and suddenly turned his head and headed south !

This once huge green forest, dark dense forest, has now returned to a prosperous and vibrant land... He used to wonder what happened here to make such a big change in the originally gloomy and stagnant forest—but now He knew why.

Here once lived a different Avari, a tainted dark elf, her footprints were found in the branches of the giant trees, her figure disappeared in the depths of the shadows, and she was buried here with the love of the king of the jungle... And now, she has returned.

If in this world, his Ada still gets married and chooses a queen as his partner...then there is only that one person, only her.There is never a second choice.

You're back... you're still back.And my waiting has meaning since then.

Legolas passed through the dense forest like the wind, and his footsteps stepped on the thick humus without even the slightest sound. He shuttled between the branches and bushes, a long distance, but he stepped over it in less than a moment, and then stopped at In front of the flowing dense forest river, I looked up at the silent forest opposite, silent.

He once made a promise, and that promise made a river no more than five meters wide separate them for a hundred years.

He asked himself, can you really cross the river in your heart?For so many years, he stubbornly never set foot on the southern land to find the figure hidden deep in his heart. Her smile and hug have never faded in his memory, and they are still vivid in his memory.Time cannot wash away her unique color, it will only make the longing more vivid and long-lasting.

She expelled him once, she once disappeared like a phantom in front of his eyes, but now, she has been resurrected forever, reunited with her father.

She is a tomb, love is buried deep in the earth.

Then, is the love that belongs to him under the soil included?

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When the young prince of the jungle appeared on the bank of the river, Sera, who was far away in the tree house on the other side, immediately discovered his existence.

She paused, raised her head from the raised slender neck of the woodland king, kissed the blushing earlobe lightly, and said with a low smile, "...your son...he is back."

The Elf King slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were as bright and deep as the gems of a lonely mountain, but at the moment, they were filled with mist, and the golden hair flowed with brilliant light in the afterglow of the evening.His fingers stroked Selah's flowing silver-white long hair, and he embraced her lazily and intimately. Ears and necks intertwined, breaths touched, and the intimacy couldn't be more intimate, enjoying this pleasant leisure time.And when he heard his partner say those words with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but slightly bowed his head, looked down at her, and said in a low and hoarse voice that was not satisfied with a certain pronunciation—

"Our... that's our son."

Sera couldn't help but bend her eyes, bit his lips slightly on tiptoe, and lightly grinded her teeth twice. When the other party's breathing gradually slowed down, she let him go, took a step back, leaned against the window, and lazily opened her mouth. He yawned and chuckled, "...well... ours. Why, don't you miss him all the time?—Although you haven't said this to anyone, and you don't want to write to him...but I know you've been looking forward to this day."

"Aren't you going to see... our son?"

Thranduil raised his eyebrows, and he glanced at her lightly, with some dissatisfied arrogance, he said slowly, "Even if it's...why, why don't you go?"

Sierra looked out the window, shook her head, and smiled long and lightly.

"He can do just fine without me."

Thranduil was silent for a while.

"You were too hard on him," the King of the Jungle stared at her, "...he always wanted to see you."

"I know." Sera smiled slightly, paused for a while, tapped his lips lightly with her fingertips, and said with a smile, "Go and come back quickly, my king. We... still have unfinished business to complete."

Thranduil's brows twitched, he gave her a quick look, and finally said nothing, walked out of the tree house with graceful and gentle steps, and headed towards the dense forest river.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure there.

He was already an adult elf, with soft blond hair, a handsome and charming face, and a vigilantly straight back, looking as vibrant as a young tree.He had been staring at the south, so he immediately saw the tall figure approaching slowly.

Legolas was slightly taken aback, then immediately lowered his head, saluted Thranduil, and called out in a low voice, "...Father."

Thranduil stared deeply at his son, lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, "You are back, Legolas."

The son of the dense forest raised his eyes, and he looked at his father quietly. The forbearance and loneliness of the past did not appear on that radiant and majestic face. He looked very calm, a satisfied and fulfilling calm.He couldn't help raising a smile, which was fleeting, and looked behind him, silent for a while.

"She..." Legolas pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "Is she alright?"

He didn't ask who she was, didn't ask about the identity of the so-called queen, and didn't even mention why she was resurrected.To him, all these questions are not worth mentioning, and all he wants to ask is this one sentence.

One question, thousands of thoughts.

Thranduil nodded, his voice was low and gentle, "She has been fine."

Legolas exhaled lightly, looked straight into his eyes, and showed a very gentle and clear smile, "Congratulations, father."

Congratulations, you finally got your wish.

A light smile slowly spread from the corners of Thranduil's eyes. He stared at the grown-up elf in front of him, and after a long silence, he told him with a sigh of relief, "—Sometimes, if we have enough Lucky is always given a precious second chance... She gave me such luck, Legolas, and I hope you can too."

The young prince paused, and lowered his eyes. Years of traveling around made this once lively and fearless elf mature and introverted. The only thing that happened was an obsession in his heart that could not be shaken off, and he never Touch it easily.Legolas chose to avoid this uncomfortable and painful topic, and spoke softly——

"I will stay, father...until the next trip."

Thranduil didn't ask him why he decided to stay here, nor did he ask when the next trip date would be, he just looked at his closest bloodline with deep and soft eyes, and nodded, "Welcome back, Legolas."

The prince bowed slightly, he raised his eyes, and took a final look into the depths of the dense forest. He left quietly as when he came, without leaving any traces.

When Thranduil returned to the tree house, pushed open the door, and saw Sera turned his head and smiled at him, he paused and said a word.

"Our son...he deserves a second chance too."

Sierra leaned against the wall, and a faint smile could not help but spread from the corner of her mouth when she heard this.

"One day when he finally has the courage to step across the river to meet me..." she said softly.

"—then yes, he'll get that chance."

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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight fell through the forest and fell to the window.

Thranduil slowly opened his eyes, the warm light and the softness of his arms gave him a rare desire to continue to sleep.He turned his head, and what he saw was a piece of snow-white and elegant shoulders, with charming curves winding down along the straight collarbone, hidden in the soft silk quilt.

That silver-white long hair hangs all over his arms, flowing with a life-like luster, softer than sunlight, and better than moonlight.And his arms were wrapped around his soft waist, her peaceful sleeping face was facing him, her breathing was gentle and warm, which was a real temperature of being alive.

Thranduil stared at her face without blinking.

How many times has he been able to embrace her like this only in his dreams, she is lying beside him, her face is close at hand.She is no longer an illusory, ethereal and cold ghost, she is real, soft and warm, she did not refuse his approach, even if she opened her eyes, there was his reflection in them.

Parting from life, parting from death, resurrection, staying together... In a hundred years, he has nothing else to ask for.

Thranduil closed his eyes, kissed her forehead lightly, and stayed for a long time.

"Why...wasn't yesterday enough?" A lazy and playful female voice.

Thranduil paused, he stepped back a little, opened his eyes, looked at Sera who woke up at some point but still closed his eyes lazily, only the corners of his lips were raised, his brows moved slightly, and his deep, elegant and magnetic voice slowly Flowing in the warm treehouse——

"I still remember... a long time ago, after you did something like that, I woke up and said something—"

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, and there were faint ups and downs in his voice, "Do you remember what I said, Sera?"

She slowly opened her eyes, and propped up half of her body with a half-smile, exposing her smooth and white shoulders to the sunlight, watching the subtle changes in the Elf King's expression, holding half of her face with her hands as if recalling, "Um... Are you referring to that...'Sera Araya, please spend the rest of your life with me'?"

There was a teasing smile in her eyes, Thranduil couldn't help raising his chin dangerously, his voice became lower and lower, "You still remember...very good, then you should also remember, you didn't hesitate at the time , ruthlessly, unbelievably... rejected me."

Sera looked at the blond elf. Although he still maintained the noble and arrogant demeanor of a king, his voice was low and hoarse without obvious ups and downs, as if he was just naturally mentioning a shared past.But Sera knew very well in his heart that this elf, who was always too harsh and indifferent to the outside world, often had a flat and slightly mocking tone for things he really didn't care about, and he could even hear a little bit of imperceptible malice from it.And when he said something casually in a nonchalant tone... what didn't match the calm appearance was his heart that was constantly turbulent and turbulent.

It seemed that he really cared about that matter—of course, what she wanted to know was how long he had endured it.

She had always had a strange and insatiable passion for breaking the haughty elf's placid exterior herself.

Before they got married, this elf always seemed heavy and forbearing in the face of her, maybe it was because he was the one who fell in love with her first, so he was always more accommodating and compromising.And after getting married, after she began to show him a more gentle and tolerant smile, did not refuse his various awkward requests, and became closer to him... this cunning elf finally began to reveal the arrogance and possessiveness in his bones Yulai took various opportunities to settle the old score and accuse her of her indifference at the beginning, in an attempt to win more expected compensation from her.

This can be seen in his every attempt to be on top.

Although his chances of success are few and far between, they are obviously tacit about it and never bring it up deliberately.

Hearing his self-mockery and complaints without a trace at this moment, Sera couldn't help but chuckled, leaned over and pecked his delicate nose, and smiled in his blue eyes, "That's because ... The me you met is not the complete me, Thranduil—"

At that time I didn't understand love, I didn't understand you, I didn't even understand who I was.It was just a broken body that could only walk and survive.

As soon as the words came out, the creature quietly pretending to be dead on the wrist couldn't help but tremble all over, closed its eyes tightly, and dared not say a word.

Thranduil snorted coldly, and said slowly, "And now, do you understand all this?"

Sera raised the corners of her lips, and while he was holding his breath waiting for the answer, she suddenly turned over and sat on him, with her head slightly lowered, her silver-white long hair flowing down like water, covering his and her faces. In a small piece of heaven and earth.

She rubbed the tip of her nose against his, and the soft and hoarse female voice disappeared between the lips and teeth that were gradually joining together, so intimate that it was hard to separate——

"Because of you, my king."

"—yes, I understand everything."

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In 2941 of the third era, Sorin, the son of Thorne II, took his people and the hobbits from the Shire on a journey to the Lonely Mountain. They walked through the valley and the plain, and finally came to this dark forest. Take this shortcut to reach the lonely mountain and look for the treasure buried deep in the mountains.

But what they didn't know was that although the southern dense forest they walked through was no longer the territory of the woodland king Thranduil, another more mysterious and terrifying master lived here. Her reputation spread throughout the Misty Mountains and beyond. Everywhere, because she, Sauron, gave up the dense and vast forests in the north, all creatures who set foot on this cursed soil will receive cruel judgments, and only the king of the jungle and his people can walk through it unscathed.

Therefore, when Legolas heard from the guardian that a pair of dwarves from afar had entered the southern jungle, his first reaction was "bad", but his second reaction was: the opportunity finally came.

He immediately turned around and walked up the stone stairs, and made a request to the king of the woodland who was telling the guards to capture all the dwarves——

"I will lead the way, Father."

Thranduil paused, and he turned his head to look at him for a while, with a faint smile of unknown meaning in his eyes, and his deep voice resounded through the hall.

"I believe that the most elite guardians are enough to complete the task...give me a reason to convince them, otherwise, you will lose the chance to capture the dwarves alive."

Legolas lowered his head, avoiding his father's bright and eye-catching eyes, pretending to be calm, "Son of Turin, those dwarves are cunning and skilled in combat, and they all hold sophisticated and deadly weapons in their hands. We must not underestimate their fighting power—and I am the best warrior in the dense forest, which also belongs to the land of the dense forest, and I will never let a group of treacherous people continue to shuttle through that soil and return here with their treasures safe and sound."

Thranduil raised his brows, and silently put his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking.

Just when Legolas' eyes were dimming and he almost thought he had lost hope, the king spoke.

"Return to the hall before sunset, Legolas—remember, catch alive, and let no one go."

The prince shook his head and immediately bowed his head to accept the order, "Yes, father!"

Thranduil looked at the figure of the Son of the Jungle turning and leaving in a hurry, he smiled slightly, shook his head, and remained silent.

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The capture of the dwarves went well enough, having had sufficient pretext to cross the Jungle River.This group of rude and grumpy guys don't know the principle of quietness and low-key at all. They walk through other people's territory loudly, making noise all the way without stopping. Even a hundred meters away, their high-pitched complaints and Swearing.Legolas captured the dwarves without difficulty, forced them to be captured with bow and arrow, and then ordered the guards to escort them back, but he stayed alone in the southern jungle, standing between the trees he had avoided. Next, wait quietly.

From the day when the sun was in full bloom, until the day was gradually setting to the west, finally, he heard a familiar voice.

"Look what I found...a little intruder?"

Legolas suddenly turned his head——

A woman with long silver hair stood at the end of a branch, her posture was light and graceful, and she folded her arms from top to bottom and looked down at him with a smile that was not a smile.

Her eyes are blue like the sky.

Everything is just like seeing it for the first time.

Legolas stared at the slender figure without blinking, as if he was staring at an indelible memory, finally, the sockets of his eyes slowly turned red.

The woman standing on the branch paused for a moment, and then he heard an imperceptible sigh. She jumped down from the tree, landed silently, and slowly walked in front of him, standing still, with those beautiful blue eyes Looking at him with eyes, showing a faint smile.

"It's still the same as when I was a child..." There was a faint smile in her voice, "It's a crying bag."

Legolas blinked quickly, and swallowed back the moist liquid that was slowly filling up. His eyes did not leave her face for a second, and he was silent for a long time before opening his mouth in a low voice, as if explaining, "... …I didn't mean to break my promise, it's just, it's just that the dwarves-"

"The dwarves, they—"

He tried his best to find a suitable excuse, and Sera watched him racking his brains for words, her ears flushed with anxiety, and she couldn't help but sweetly added, "Well... I know. I know everything."

Legolas stopped his mouth suddenly, he pursed his lips tightly, his fingers slowly clenched into fists, and remained silent.

"you……"

"you--"

Almost at the same time, they spoke together and stopped together.

Sela raised her eyebrows, "You go first."

Legolas lowered his eyes to look at the fallen leaves on the ground. After a while, he slowly raised his head and looked into her eyes.

"You know...I've been, been waiting...right?" he asked.

Serra smiled, "I know."

Legolas looked confused, "But...why?" Since he knew he was waiting and she was always there, why, why didn't she come to him?She clearly knew all of this——

"Because I am the last person in this world who can't be a mother." Sera replied, "—especially your mother, Legolas."

The prince was stunned for a while, and after a while of silence, he still asked the same question, "...why?"

Sera looked at his serious face and couldn't help but smile, "Because if I love you...someone will be jealous."

Legolas blinked, his tone was a little low, "You know I hate being lied to, so don't lie to me..."

Sierra stared at this young and handsome face, silent for a few seconds.

"—for you deserve better, Legolas. And I cannot give you."

He is the green leaf, the son of the dense forest, as vigorous as the wind, so tough and warm.He has the most sincere and pure heart in the world, and he should be returned with the same sincere and pure feelings.And such feelings, she can not give.

"That's not a reason." Legolas' eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but refute her, "You haven't even tried, how can you make such a decision for others—"

Sela looked at his slightly trembling lips and raised her eyebrows slightly, "So... are you acting like a baby with me, Legolas?"

The prince paused for a moment, and fell silent suddenly.And just when Sera thought he would not answer, he spoke again, although lightly, but firmly and frankly, "...um."

Sera was quiet for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud, with a joyful smile in his eyes.

"Well," she said, sounding helpless, "it's still the same as when I was a child, with a soft heart and a soft mouth."

Legolas blinked.He felt something different in this sentence.

Serra smiled, took a step closer to him, and opened her arms—

"And the honest guy...deserves some compensation."

Then she hugged him.

Very warm, very soft, full of rich aroma and fragrant embrace.

Her silver-white long hair fell on his fingers, cool and soft, easy to grasp.

This was the first time she took the initiative to hug him.

Legolas blinked slowly, and finally at this moment, the tears that had been held back for a long time welled up in his eyes.He stretched out his arms silently, and wrapped them tightly around the other's waist. He was already very slender and tall, and he could completely hold her in his arms, just like she did when she was a child.

He didn't ask why she had rejected him in the first place and now opened her arms to him-because she was strong enough.Because she wants to.Because she can.

Legolas buried his head in the warm socket of her neck, the wet liquid seeping into her collar.A muffled sound came from inside.

"Nana," he called.

Serra smiled, "Yeah."

"Nana." He called out again.

Sera's smile deepened, "I heard it."

"Shout it a few more times," Legolas muttered, "Say it a few more times, or you'll forget again..."

Let him yell a few more times, because maybe in the future, there will be no chance.

Sierra lowered her eyes and spoke softly with a smile.

"Elves, never forget."

Legolas' eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he was silent for a long time.

"Even if you are here..." His voice became lower and lower, as if he didn't want her to hear, "I still won't forgive him so easily..."

Sera rolled her eyes, "Well, he is a bad Ada, please don't forgive him."

Satisfied, Legolas hugged her even tighter, and rubbed her neck with every inch, and said in a low voice, "If it's possible...how long will you stay?"

Sera stroked the prince's smooth blond hair and spoke softly.

"... until my promise is fulfilled."

After a pause, her voice became more gentle, as if a patient order.

"If you can... Legolas, go to Aman continent, go to that god-blessed territory... stay there and spend eternal life."

Stay in the land of the gods where darkness and pollution cannot touch.Never, never, never come back.

Legolas was silent for a while and closed his eyes.

"Yes, Mom."

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……

When Thranduil informed Sera that the dwarves had been inexplicably rescued, she didn't look surprised at all, and even expected it.

Thranduil examined her expression, and slowed down his voice in displeasure, "You expected this to happen...but you didn't choose to tell me."

"Why? You take a liking to those rude and treacherous dwarves?" He wondered after they had survived clamoring through her territory—Sera, his queen, hadn't People with compassion, except Thranduil, Legolas and his people, any living beings who set foot on the land of the southern jungle will be regarded by her as unforgivable invaders, including travelers from afar who don't know about it .

Regarding the king's dissatisfaction, Sera did not deliberately conceal it, "I sensed Sauron's aura, Thranduil... Among those dwarves, there is a very special person..."

"Sauron?" Thranduil narrowed his eyes.

"He has no advantage in this territory anymore, he returned to Mordor...but there is one thing that did not follow him back home," Sera chuckled, "My lord, if in the future, you meet someone who walks with a dwarf The hobbit together...whatever he does, let him go."

Thranduil thought for a moment, "Give me a reason, Sela. Being able to come together with such a group of rude people who have no principles or etiquette at all... What value does he have that I should forgive?"

Serra convinced him with just one sentence.

"—He has the key to destroy Sauron."

Thranduil paused slightly.Destroy Sauron?

This is something that not even a demigod can do: Sauron was originally a powerful Maiya, even if his body dies and his power is cut off, his soul will remain in the world forever.He is like the opposite of light. As long as the darkness of the human heart exists, the darkness will only be banned from generation to generation, but it will never die.

……ban?

Thranduil stared at her, and Sera also sensed his gaze. Looking back, her eyes were deep and calm, like a black hole with bottomless bottom.

"I know what you're worried about, my lord," she said, smiling, "and I made a promise to you—that while you were with me, the light would never be overshadowed by darkness in the dome, Your people will be happy and safe forever."

"So..." She leaned over and kissed his forehead, tender and lingering, "Try to live longer, my king...for me, for your kingdom, and for the territory you love .”

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In 2941 of the third era, the War of the Five Armies broke out. As the king of the woodland, Thranduil led an army to the Lonely Mountain in order to get back the white gem, a treasure belonging to the elves.

Before that, he had invited Sera to travel with him, and, predictably, she had declined.

"I will be stationed here to guard your territory." Sera replied, "And your family's treasures will need to be retrieved by you."

Thranduil was silent for a while, and finally agreed.

"Take Legolas," Sera smiled. "He is the best fighter, my king. He is as brave and good at fighting as you were then."

The Elf King stared at her for a long time. He had a lot of words to say to her, but he replayed them thousands of times in his chest, and the last thing he said was still only one sentence——

"You'll be back, won't you?"

It sounds like there is no reason for this sentence, but they both know each other well.And all he needed was a promise, a precious and everlasting promise from Sera Aragali.

She couldn't help smiling slightly, stretched out her hand, stroked that gorgeous, arrogant and majestic face, and spoke softly.

"The most precious treasure in the world is here, how could I be willing to leave?"

Thranduil held her fingers and kissed her pale soft fingertips with a low and calm voice.

"Wait for me, Sierra."

"I will return."

……

Soon after, a war of five armies about wealth and lust for power officially broke out.

In the impression of all humans and dwarves, this woodland king from Mirkwood is indifferent and arrogant. He always shows others his greatest danger and malice. Son Thorin's ancestral dragon disease has a clear understanding.But no matter how condescending his words and deeds, cold-blooded and greedy for money, the wood elf will always be the one who rushes forward when facing the advance of the orcs.

In this battle, countless elven warriors were lost, and finally formed a temporary front with the dwarves, which was defeated by the half-orcs.

He returned to his kingdom with the remaining elves.That day, he went to the southern jungle and opened the wooden door of the tree house, but there was no one in the house.

He was neither surprised nor disappointed, but just stayed here quietly for a whole night.

Until the dawn of the next day, when warmth fell on his face, Thranduil's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the window, showing him a beautiful and soft smile.

Thranduil remained motionless, looked at her, and spoke very calmly.

"came back."

The other party answered him with a smile, "I'm back."

He paused for a while, "...Legolas has left."

Sera didn't look surprised, she just looked at the lush forest outside the window and smiled, "The grown-up birds will always leave the flock one day... We should be used to parting, Thranduil."

The Elf King stood up slowly, walked to her side, then looked down at her side face with deep and quiet eyes.

"I'm not leaving again," he said.

Sera paused, then smiled, "Well, I know."

"I miss you," he continued.

Sera turned her face slightly, bent her eyes, and the smile on her lips deepened, "Well...me too."

……

Thranduil kept his promise, and never left the forest again.

Before the Holy War of the Lord of the Rings broke out, he entrusted this important task to his son Legolas Greenleaf to escort the hobbits to Mount Doom to destroy the ring.And he stayed on the palace, occasionally receiving letters from Legolas, reporting the progress of his task.

"He found Strider, son of Arathorn, scion of Gondor."

"That hobbit was Bilbo Baggins' nephew—the original hobbit—I should have thought of that! The key was Sauron's ring—"

"And that gray-robed saint who disrespected you, heh—I can imagine how lively their journey must be."

"He's befriended the dwarves—he should have stayed with me longer, so he could see the traitors for what they really are—"

"They're almost at Mordor, and now they're on their way into Fangorn Forest, an ancient forest. I don't believe anyone is more comfortable there than him..."

And when the Lord of the Rings was successfully thrown into the lava under the Doomsday Volcano, Sauron and his power began to crack on Middle Earth, like the clouds hanging over the sky dissipated. The King of Elves noticed this change immediately .

It was not long before he waited for his son to return, bid him farewell, and sailed westward with his dwarf friend.

Just as Elrond predicted, Legolas Greenleaf, a son of the jungle as sensitive as the wind and as vigorous as a goshawk, eventually became one of the most valiant elves in Middle-earth.Just like his father.

He did not invite his father to go west with him.Because he understands that here he has more important promises to fulfill, and what he will do will be greater than what he has done.His war never stops.

A hundred years later, most of the elves successfully left Middle Earth and went to the land of Aman Continent.And in the distant dense forest, in the tree house on the giant tree, the proud and majestic woodland king finally ushered in the last moment of his journey.

After he witnessed the death of his partner, extreme sadness invaded his body, he is no longer the Sindar elf with eternal life, every moment his vitality is passing away silently, and now, it is time to leave up.

Even at this moment, he still looks young, beautiful and powerful, and his gaze on his partner is deep and peaceful, like the eternal starlight on the top of the vault of heaven.

"I'm leaving, Sera," he said, holding out his hand to her, "and this time, forever."

The silver-haired evil spirit bent down to look at the sitting blond elf. She stretched out her hand and clasped his five fingers tightly.Her blue eyes are as bright as the clear sky, as if containing the twilight of the morning sun, so soft and so quiet.

She lowered her head, closed her eyes, kissed his cool fingertips, a smile spread on her lips, and her voice was as soft as a ghost.

"Yes, my king."

"And I'm here to see you off."

Thranduil raised his head slightly, and his expression at that moment seemed to return to the moment when he first met—a young and proud prince, with a brave and fearless posture, a shy and nervous confession, a smile that forbears loss but pretends to be calm, And he came in the middle of the night through the forest and brushed the leaves like the wind, and the gaze he stared at her was so deep and eternal, like the silence and darkness before dawn.

It turns out that before you know it, time is like the fine sand between your fingers, passing away silently.

His life may not be brilliant or grand enough, and his name may never appear in history, even though he has prevented the invasion of corrupt forces several times, he still held darkness tightly in his hands until the last moment—and after all, as the last of Central Continent An elf king, he will also sleep in this quiet and vast homeland.

But he didn't regret it, on the contrary, he was extremely calm and satisfied.

He had only one last question to answer before he left.

Thranduil stared at her intently, his voice was low and gentle, as if asking for an oath.

"Sera Araya," he said, "does your love still belong to me?"

The evil spirit stared into his deep eyes for a long time and smiled slightly.

"Do you want to hear lies, or the truth?"

The Elf King clenched her fingers and replied calmly, "I will listen to whatever I choose."

Sela couldn't help smiling, and she bent down and kissed the elf's forehead, just like she always did.

"The lie is... yes, my king