[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Destiny...to believe that a life is meant for asingle purpose, one must also believe in on fate. Father to daughter, brother to sister, mother to child, bloodties beasunyieldingastheyaareeternal. Butitisourbondsofchoicethattrulylighttheroadwetravel.

Fate is destined to stick to one goal in life, and it is destined to go to the same fate together in life.Between father and daughter, between brother and sister, between mother and child, the blood of inheritance seems insignificant but indestructible, but our own choices illuminate our journey.

Mandos, the god of death in charge of the undead.

At this time, several elves were being judged in the hall of Mandos. Most of them died in the battle with Sauron's dark army, so that their bodies were destroyed.

And the immortal soul of the elves will be summoned to appear in the palace here. When the judge Mandos speaks the verdict of release, and is blessed by Manwe, the god of the atmosphere, and Varda, the goddess of the stars, he can be reborn.

The palace was resplendent and glittering with some kind of dazzling light, and when all the spirit souls held their breaths and waited for the judgment of Mandos, the closed heavy golden door was suddenly pushed open.

With a majestic expression, Mandos looked at the figure that appeared behind the door—it was Maia Oroin and an elf who did not live in Valinor in the west.

That elf is obviously not an undead, he is tall and extremely handsome, with a powerful force all over his body.

The gray-robed wizard Gandalf, formerly known as Oroin, explained to Mandos, "I think even if you are in Valinor in the west, you must know the casualties caused by Sauron's re-emergence not long ago, and one of them was named Wes." Pa's Vatican elf, she defeated Sauron with her own power, and because of this she sacrificed herself and fell into the volcanic magma. I very much hope that you can release her soul and let her be reborn as soon as possible."

Gandalf's recounting of Vesper's death made Thranduil beside him stagnate, and an indescribably heavy pain nearly broke his heart.

He could only be extremely thankful at this time that Vespa was an elf, and he still had a chance to find her again.

But at this moment in the hall, Mandos, who was sitting majestically on the throne, frowned slightly, looking stern and calm, "I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."

Mandos' refusal made Thranduil seem to fall into hell in an instant, into endless darkness, and there was a constant pulling grief in his heart, which made him almost unable to bear a second.

The Elf King's face was stern, and his whole body exuded a cold aura. He was noble and handsome and at the same time revealed a desperate and powerful posture. "Why can't my fiancée be released and reborn?"

Mandos is a very indifferent god, unless Manwe, the god of the atmosphere, orders, Mandos will never make his judgment public, but his expression was a little moved at this time, and he pondered for a while before answering, " The soul of the Vatican did not come to the Mandos Hall."

The blood on Thranduil's body seemed to be stagnant, and he couldn't accept this at all. Vesper's chance of being reborn was the only reason that kept his sanity from collapsing recently, but at this moment, everything collapsed in an instant .

He couldn't even think about the tragic situation when Vespa fell into the billowing magma at all, and those emotions beyond remorse made him extremely sad every second.

Thranduil's voice was mournful, and Vespa's fear, pain and anger rose within him at the same time.

He looked at Mandos and said, "Even an elf who betrayed his good nature and fell into darkness can maintain his soul immortality. Why did my fiancée lose the chance of being reborn?"

Mandos also looked a little confused, "This is a very unexplainable special case. The Vatican elf exchanged his soul and body for some kind of wonderful continuation."

Thranduil and Gandalf couldn't understand Mandos' words at all for a moment. At this moment, the golden door slowly opened again, and Mandos' wife, the goddess of weaving, Viri, walked into the hall slowly.

— shockingly, with a baby in her arms.

Verui's expression was sympathetic, and she walked to Thranduil's side, "When that poor girl died, life was already conceived in her body. The Vatican elves are kind by nature. Without knowing this, they instinctively Still at the cost of my own soul, I got this almost miraculous continuation."

Thranduil couldn't bear to weave the goddess' words at all. The great pain felt like a sharp knife piercing his heart, and his whole body felt a kind of distraught under the calmness.

The goddess of weaving, Veri, handed the elf in her arms to Thranduil, "It's a boy, I've never seen such a beautiful baby."

Thranduil stared blankly at the young elf child in his arms. He had soft blond hair, and crystal clear blue eyes that seemed to be the most clear sapphires in the world. He was astonishingly beautiful, so holy and immature.

Mandos on the throne spoke at this time, "I have sought the permission of Manwe, the god of the atmosphere, and Varda, the goddess of the stars. This immature elf has been blessed with a body from the blood of his parents, and does not need to follow the instructions of other reborn elves. Breeding way again."

Because almost all the souls who came to the palace of Mandos have been annihilated physically, even if they are reborn by grace, they are reborn as babies in the past.

But this sad incident moved Mandos, so he specifically asked Manwe for permission, so that this elf baby could regain his mother's blood. Mandos, who was used to being strict and calm, felt a little unbearable.

Thranduil's gaze was glued to the face of the baby in his arms, as if the whole world had become dark, and only this elf was the only one emitting light.

Thranduil could not even utter any words, and with maddened grief, he begged to find in the baby's face a resemblance to Vespa, the continuation of the life of the only girl he loved, who was losing In life, there is no known love crystallization.

His Vespa could never come back to him, and even in the last chapter, he couldn't wait for her rebirth.

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Three years later

In the depths of the dense forest, the woodland hall is gorgeous and majestic. The stone pillars carved with exquisite and elegant reliefs and the huge winding tree roots form layers of gorgeous palaces.

The guards in silver armor carefully searched for the little prince Legolas. The sole heir of the elf king Thranduil seems to have reached the stage of rebellion early. Recently, he often hides secretly for some unknown reasons, scaring All the spirits were in a mess.

Along the corridor like the roots of a giant tree, Legolas finally climbed up to the audience palace of the Elf King. His father was sitting on the majestic throne, showing a powerful and majestic majesty.

Thranduil wore a majestic crown, entwined with thorny elderberry and oak leaves, looking gorgeous and arrogant, embodying supreme prestige and power.

Hearing some slight noises, the Elf King looked sternly, and looked towards the entrance with a slight frown.

The little figure of the elf prince hid behind the giant tree, unaware that the shadow on the ground revealed his position.

"Legolas, come here." Thranduil's tone did not carry the usual strong sense of command, but showed subtle warmth.

The little prince who was hiding behind the giant tree poked his head out, his gorgeous long golden hair was dazzling, but his beautiful face looked more and more like his father.

He was wearing a small silver robe, which was so beautiful that it made people feel happy.

Legolas looked at the Elf King nonuo, "Ada..."

Thranduil lost his indifferent expression, his voice was gorgeous and majestic, "I heard from Galian that you have been in a bad temper recently."

The little prince did not refute, he approached Thranduil with his head down.

Elf children grow slowly, and after the end of three years, mortals will grow faster than elves, and Legolas, who is just three years old, may still only maintain the appearance of a human under seven years old until he is 20 years old.

Until he is 50 years old, he will grow into the physique and appearance that he will show in adulthood, and it will take even 100 years to fully grow up.

At this time, the elf prince, who is a child both physically and mentally, is trying to climb up to his father's knee.

Thranduil exudes a certain sense of sharp beauty, but at this time he gently hugs Legolas on his lap, "The whole Mirkwood is discussing—the Woodland Kingdom has a bad-tempered king and prince, maybe You should talk to me."

"Ada, the Galian steward and the guards are praising me for being very similar to you." The little prince Legolas was silent for a while, "——what about Nana? Am I like Nana?"

Thranduil looked into Legolas' blue eyes and felt a dull pain in his heart, "Your golden hair is as dazzling as hers."

The elf king, who always carried a sense of wildness and danger, and was serious and cruel, revealed an inexplicable and profound sadness at this time.

Legolas twisted his fingers and looked at his father, "They say your ancient alliance with the dwarves broke because of Nana."

Almost every word he said was inseparable from his mother, and his clear blue eyes stared at Thranduil curiously.

"The dwarves had a dragon attack and stole the starlight white gem that I gave them to make ornaments. It is your mother's relic." The elf king's eyes were slightly sharp, showing a majestic kingly demeanor.

The immature elf prince said in a low voice, "Nana...does she know of my existence?"

Thranduil stroked his soft golden hair, "She hasn't had time to know, you are a miracle."

The little prince's clear blue eyes showed a hint of worry, "Will she like me? I heard many elves secretly discussing that I am as grumpy as you."

The Elf King looked at his only heir solemnly, "Legolas, your mother loves you very much."

He was silent for a second—

"Beyond anyone, beyond life."