Voice of Dragonland

With a slight itching on his forehead, Legolas opened his eyes, and looked at Thranduil who was kissing his forehead in a daze, "Huh?"

"I would like to sleep with you for a while..." His voice was slightly sandy, and there was a subtle depth in his eyes, "However, there is a battle waiting for us today."

"Hmm..." Legolas looked absentmindedly at Thranduil who was close to him and naked, and didn't listen to his words in his heart.

"I mean, you have to get up, Your Highness." Thranduil's voice turned cold.

"Hmm..." He tightened his arms to make them stick closer together, "I know your character well, and there must be stars in the sky right now, you deliberately woke me up in advance, didn't you?"

"It's almost dawn..." Thranduil freed up a hand, and carefully smoothed Legolas' hair.

"What do you want to say?" Legolas buried his face in his shoulder and neck, sniffing deeply.

"It's not a pleasant thing."

"about what?"

"Selostra..."

Legolas froze, then slowly relaxed, "I'm listening."

"You disappeared in Glasgow without a trace, so I had to ask Mrs. Galadriel to divine your whereabouts. I mistakenly thought that you had been reincarnated... After searching, I found this child, who was snatched from his biological mother." Come, be raised as your only hope..." His tone was calm, as if describing the blooming and fading of the four seasons of the year, "My pampering, tolerance, kindness, and indulgence are all based on the fact that he is you Only by devoting all my heart and blood to him can I revive the life that has gradually been exhausted due to the loss of you. I am full of joy, thinking that God is merciful and has given me a chance to start again. He was wronged a little bit... You mistakenly thought that I loved him, that I regarded him as something more important than you... Now tell me, who is it that I love?"

"It's me..." Legolas rubbed the side of his neck lightly, "Are you angry?"

"Yes, very much."

"You can whip me and punish me, as long as you are willing." Legolas gently stroked his smooth back, "If you can't bear to punish me, then give me time to make up for it..."

"I want to hear how you plan to make up for it?" Thranduil turned his face slightly, avoiding his dawdling.

"Be your personal bodyguard, always stand by your side, always in your sight..." His voice was slightly hoarse, and he kissed his earlobe.

"Let me remind you, we will go to the battlefield after dawn." Thranduil avoided the itchy harassment.

Legolas laughed lowly, "I've never hated the fight of justice so much..."

"Um?"

"It's really not the time, is it?" Warm lips fell behind his ear.

"Stop!" There was a hint of warning in the lowered voice, but he just dodged it sideways.

"Yes, Your Majesty..." Legolas folded his arms, his warm body pressed tightly against him, and he stared at Thranduil's white face gradually turning a blush with the corner of his mouth bent.

A kiss fell gently, as gentle as a dandelion seed blown by the wind, as sweet as newly brewed maltose.

Addictive.

Thranduil finally pushed away Legolas' entanglement: "It's dawn, Your Highness should get up."

"I know very well that the future is long, but I still don't want to spend every minute with you."

"Could it be that you won't be with me when you put on your clothes?" Thranduil lowered his eyes, "What you need is just a one-night stand?"

"Of course not..." Legolas stretched his arms, picked up the king's robe, and put it lightly on his shoulders, "You can laugh at my short-sightedness, and I will admit it."

Thranduil finally showed a smile.

"I can't wait." Legolas quickly put on his clothes, and turned around to fasten the buttons for Thranduil.

"about what?"

"As long as the war is over, we can go back to the dense forest and the underground palace." His eyes were bright, full of anticipation shining like gems in them.

Thranduil didn't look at him, but curled the corner of his mouth, "It's not that simple."

"You said, what could be more complicated than getting your heart?"

"Get your heart."

"You've got it." Legolas picked up the ivory comb and stood behind Thranduil and gently combed his blond hair, "So, the rest are simple things."

"I hope you're right." Thranduil turned his face slightly, letting the ivory comb teeth gently run through his hair.

Time suddenly stopped, only the slight sound of comb teeth rubbing hair, Legolas suddenly laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Thranduil raised his eyes.

"What should lovers say? Each other? Confession?" He smiled, "But every word I think of is stupid, and I'm afraid you will be angry if you hear it."

"You finally admit the fact that you're stupid?"

"Stupidity has nothing to do with you." Legolas bowed his head and kissed his heart, "Is it too late to dislike me now?"

"Yeah, it's late." Thranduil stood up, pushed Legolas on the chair, his slender fingers picked up his slightly messy braids, untied them one by one, and then braided them carefully, indifferently There was no emotion on his face, but his relaxed tone revealed a hint of playfulness, "Now that things have happened, even if you are a fool, I have nothing to say."

Legolas laughed, and there was a warm current flowing in his eyes. They were alive, with the luster of life, flowing and jumping, quietly spreading when they looked at each other, so Thranduil's eyes also had that glow. Warmth, "Silly!"

"Thank you for your praise and affirmation, I will work hard... Poof..." Legolas laughed again, reaching out to shake Thranduil's hand.

Ten fingers are clasped, eyes are entangled, and warmth flows in it.

Galian pushed open the door of the tent, and what he saw was such a warm and happy picture.

He lowered his head and put the breakfast on the low table, then left.

"Your mission has been cancelled." Galian said after finding the jungle fighters he had selected in advance.

"Cancel?" The soldiers looked at each other, surprised and at a loss.

"Yes, you..." Gallian smiled, "Protect the king and prince well."

"Yes!" The soldiers straightened their bodies, as tough and straight as pines and cypresses.

"You mean, Palato will participate in today's battle?" Legolas folded his hands and pressed his nose.

"I guess so." Thranduil's deep eyes revealed a little anxiety.

"Actually... I tried to kill it..." Legolas frowned, "but...that's not something I can defeat."

"I know..." Thranduil nodded, "Actually, we don't have no chance of winning."

"You mean the swords we use now? They are indeed sharp, but Palathor has magic, and he is no ordinary dragon." Legolas looked up at him.

"Do you still remember that dragon scale?" Thranduil sighed softly, "The sword made of it is not afraid of magic, and can cut through the scales of dragons."

"where is it?"

"He was taken away by Cylostra." Thranduil lowered his eyes, "in Rivendell."

Legolas put his hand on his forehead, raised his face after a while and asked seriously, "If I punish him physically, will you stop it?"

"Forget it, I know you don't want to."

Thranduil lowered his head: "Perhaps you won't have the chance to physically punish him."

"what?"

"After this battle, I will drive him out of the jungle and deprive him of the title of prince." Thranduil said softly, "You are right, he should pay the price for his actions, and he should know what responsibility is. "

Legolas was taken aback, "If it's for me, you don't have to..."

"It's also for him." Thranduil pursed his lips. "I've talked to Elrond. He will stay in Rivendell and receive the care and instruction of the wisest man in Middle-earth."

Legolas took a deep breath, "Can I tell the truth?"

"..." Thranduil's eyes flashed a trace of uneasiness, and the corners of his mouth quickly curled up, "You say."

"It's really... a fitting arrangement, for Thelostra or you, either."

Thranduil nodded slightly, the uneasiness in his eyes faded, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a bit.

Legolas covered the back of his hand and squeezed his fingers tightly, "You know I don't want you to be sad, if you want him to stay in the jungle, stay by your side, I have no objection."

"No need." Thranduil shook his head, "I've made my decision."

Legolas took his hand and brought it to his lips to kiss, "I respect all your choices."

Thranduil lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Lego looked at him tenderly, "You are very sad, you are reluctant."

"You'll get used to it. Children grow up."

"I hope so." Legolas glanced outside the tent, smiling slightly, "It's time for us to go out."

Randyll nodded and walked out of the tent first.

The snowflakes have gradually stopped, and the air still carries the bleak and cold winter. Occasionally, the wind blows past his clothes, counting the thorns and flowers woven with silver threads.Thranduil stood in front of the tent, slightly closing his eyes.

The cold wind tugged at the ends of his hair, and there was a trace of uneasiness in the bitter breath.He stood quietly, breathing lightly, as if he wanted to integrate himself into the mountains and rivers.

The blood burst and poured down the head and face, and the dragon's huge golden eyes flashed quickly, followed by flames that could melt the earth.

Running, shouting, iron striking.

A pair of eyes were deeply reflected in his eyes, frightened, desperate, and gradually faded away.

He stretched out his hand to keep him, but only touched blood.Falling, dark.

Despair and cold held his fingertips together, entangled up his arms, and tightly captured his heart.

Thranduil suddenly opened his eyes.

The military camp in front of him was quiet and orderly, and Legolas stood quietly by his side.

"ADA?" Legolas called softly.

Thranduil stabilized his mood, barely showing a smile, "Huh?"

Legolas looked into his eyes questioningly, "You?"

This gesture cast a school of small stones in memory, arousing ripples of heart palpitations.About losing, about finding.There were no clues, no evidence, and it was unresolved, so he fell into an endless night of waiting and fear, life would be worse than death... Thranduil suddenly turned his gaze.

"What's wrong with you?" Legolas walked around him anxiously, "What happened?"

Thranduil shook his head subconsciously, but paused for a long time, and sighed, "You decide."

"What?" Legolas heard the seriousness in his tone, and suddenly became nervous.

"If this battle is doomed to sacrifice, you choose to advance or retreat." Thranduil cast his gaze to the distance, the line where the sky and the earth meet, covered with snow and shimmering with light, faintly revealing a light golden color .

"Whose sacrifice?" Legolas firmly grasped his wrist, turning him towards himself.

"I don't know." Thranduil shook his head slightly, his sorrow was about to overflow, but he tried his best to restrain himself, "Maybe it's us."

Legolas was silent.

The happiness at hand has not yet warmed up.

The love words piled up in my heart have not yet been spoken.

Death will urge them to leave this familiar world.

ridiculous.

sad.

Fate is low-key like a gust of wind, gently blowing past their sides, successfully taking away all hope.For no reason.

"What about you, what is your choice?" Legolas raised his lips slightly, staring at Thranduil.

"I am the king. Since I have sent troops, there is absolutely no possibility of withdrawing halfway..." Thranduil smiled bleakly, "Even if you die in battle, it is the attitude that a king should have."

Legolas smiled slowly, like the warm spring breeze urging tender flowers to bloom, "Then why is there any hesitation?"

"Legolas, I have no intention of leaving, but I still long to return to the dense forest, the underground palace, and continue the life we ​​never started, even if it is only a short hundred years?"

"Perhaps, your premonition is not so accurate." Legolas' palm slipped quietly, holding Thranduil's hand without any trace, "Of course we can return to the underground palace and start the life you expect."

"If not..."

"Please don't let go of my hand." Legolas smiled firmly, "If the road is too dark, I can lead you along."

Thranduil put away his melancholy, gently squeezed Legolas' hand, all the soft sadness was suppressed and buried in the deepest part of the darkness, a smear of bully rose up, burning and blooming between his eyes, " Go for it."

Legolas nodded. "A warrior's honor."

Elrond walked out of the military tent, and saw a man riding snow, riding on snow from a distance.

"Glorfindel!" Elrond's eyes widened unexpectedly, "Why are you here?"

"Join the battle, you don't think I'll miss this battle, do you?" Glorfindel dismounted from his horse, with an eager smile on his face.

"My Lord Valar!" Elrond said angrily, "Where is Your Highness Selostra?"

"Let's go." Granofender strode towards the military tent.

"What do you mean by leaving!" Elrond hurriedly followed, "Where did he go?"

"I don't make a babysitter. I taught him swordsmanship and fighting. He is now a qualified fighter. As for whether to participate in the battle or go home to drink milk, to be honest, Elrond, this is not something I can force." Glorfindel went straight to the command map in the military tent, carefully inspecting the deployment of troops.

"I thought you would be responsible for a child!" Elrond paced back and forth, "but you let him go without even asking where he was going"

"He's a warrior." Glorfindel corrected, "How many alien orcs are there exactly?"

"About [-], it's not the biggest threat now...you don't think about how I can explain to His Majesty Thranduil that his beloved son disappeared for no reason?"

"I thought His Majesty should first explain to me how his beloved son can use the art of necromancy and cut me... The only threat now is that dangerous dragon? How many times has it appeared on the battlefield? How long? ?" Glorfindel tapped the map.

"It only appeared once, and disappeared into the sky in less than 10 minutes. So you are still angry with a child?"

"I haven't. Have you ever considered, Elrond, why Babbert didn't let the dragon join the battle at the beginning of the war? Why did the dragon appear on the battlefield for only 10 short minutes?"

"That's a problem." Elrond nodded. "I personally think that compared to the alien orcs, dragons are less controllable. Although they have strong attack power, they are even more indiscriminate between the enemy and the enemy."

"Yes, this is a possibility." Glorfindel sat down and looked directly at Elrond, "There is another possibility."

"what?"

"This dragon is weak."

Elrond was taken aback.

"I'm so weak that I only have this bit of combat power left." Glorfindel flashed a sarcasm in his eyes, "That's what Barbot is trying to hide."

Elrond was silent for a moment, "If this is not the case..."

"Of course, let's treat it as a healthy dragon." Glorfindel took out a blueprint from his arms and handed it over, "If I want you to make a long arrow here, will it be too difficult for others?"

"Long Arrow?" Elrond looked carefully, pondered for a moment, and nodded in agreement, "I will finish it before dawn."

"I leave everything to you." Glorfindel tried to squeeze his left fist, the pain was like electricity, and it quickly hit his nerves, but his expression was normal, and there was no abnormality.