[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Throwing the confused-looking golden bird out of the window, the bird's instinct drove him to fly forward, and it wasn't until he flew far away that Barton was cleared by the cold wind.

But this can't replace the worn-out memory. He just looked around and found that this place is still Hobbiton, and not far away is Bag End.

Barton thought hard for a while, and his brain, which is already considered smart among birds, reminded him of the last image, that is, he was let fly by Olivier, and he didn't remember very clearly what happened after that.

"Go back to the dense forest quickly, or the fine wine His Majesty left me will be drunk by other elves." Barton muttered to himself, and flew into the clear sky with his powerful wings.

Tut Baggins, who was contentedly nestling in the recliner with a teacup in his hand, looked out the window lazily. He was at a very suitable angle, and he could just see Barton flying out of Olivier's cabin.

This made Tut straighten his body, a little curious, but Barton always flew very fast when he was not drinking, and Tut had no way to catch it.

Putting the teacup on the small wooden table beside him, Tut jumped off the reclining chair directly, stepping on the floor with his broad feet, the little hobbit walked to the window and looked out, and saw the smoke in the distance at a glance.

Since they don't know magic and don't have any advanced tools, hobbits rely on burning some wood to obtain heat for heating and cooking, which also makes the cooking time of each household displayed through the smoke from the chimney.But this time, the gray smoke that rose up didn't look like it was cooking or burning in the fireplace.

Tut could recognize that there was only one room in that direction, and the owner of that room was Olivier.

Although the little hobbit hadn't seen the elf prince after Olivier said he would never see him again, Tut, who secretly liked Olivier, would always look there from time to time.Now that something was wrong, Tut didn't delay for a moment, just grabbed his short coat and ran out the door.

Short hobbits often don't have an advantage in speed, but Tut runs very fast when he is impatient.Jumping over the fence, he stepped on the snow-covered grass and ran halfway up the mountain.

The closer he got, the more something was wrong with Tut.The smoke was not only too thick and huge, but when he got close, he even saw the flames.

Fire...on fire!

Tut's face turned pale, and he wished he could become a bird and fly directly over.When he ran closer, he saw that the originally small wooden house had been submerged in crimson flames. The wood was flammable, and from time to time he could hear the sound of breaking, as well as tiles falling from the roof.

Tut stood there in a daze for a while, then remembered to look for the two elves.The little hobbit went round, but found no sign of them, except for two sets of footprints near the door, which meant that only one person had left the house.

Is he still in there?

Tut's thought could not be extinguished as soon as it came out, but now the hazy love in his heart became a prairie fire, burning him with pain.

He wanted to rush in, but the soaring flames blocked the hobbit's way.The hobbits who rushed over one after another also saw the fire, and went home one by one to fetch water to put out the fire.

But Tut frowned, then slammed himself into the snow, rolled back and forth a few times, knowing that he was going to run inside after being covered in snow.

"Hey, Tut! Are you crazy!" Before he could enter, he was hugged directly by the waist. Tut lowered his head, and saw a girl with a round face staring at him. Thick braids hang down on the chest, and the arms are soft and strong.

This was Anna of old Hunter's, a good girl five years younger than Tut.

If Tut was in the past, he would probably have laughed happily. After all, the little hobbit who has been single for a long time has never been approached by a girl.But now, Master Baggins just stared blankly at the wooden house that was about to be burned to the ground, without saying a word.

In the end, the fire was extinguished, not because the hobbits' water played a role, but because the wooden house was burnt clean and turned into a pile of ruins.

Tut stood there silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Anna just looked at him, and then stretched out her hand to push Tut's shoulder. Some pretty little freckled faces were a little puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

After being pushed like this, Tut regained some sanity. He pursed his lips and clenched his fleshy hands: "This used to live here..." His voice paused, hesitating for a long time before he finally spoke. The second half of the sentence, "My employer lives here."

"Are you going out for an adventure?!" Anna covered her mouth in disbelief, and then laughed, "I knew you were a good boy, Tut, you are very brave."

Tut just twitched the corners of his mouth, but couldn't smile.

Anna thought he was sad that his business was blown, so she said: "Don't be sad, I think he left after seeing the fire, and he won't fall asleep in broad daylight, your business will come back sooner or later."

After hearing this, Tut seemed to have found motivation, and his gloomy face immediately became alive.

The naturally optimistic little Hobbit made a decision almost instantly. He patted the snow off his body, and then strode towards his house.

Seeing that he ran away without saying a word, Anna was anxious and shouted behind him, "Where are you going!"

Tut didn't look back: "I'll go back and pack up and go find him."

"Who are you looking for?" Anna was a little confused.

"My..." Tut paused, and then a bright smile appeared on his face, "My friend."

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Olivier opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

His head was still dazed, but his body responded spontaneously to protect himself.

The elf prince subconsciously touched the soft sword that was made into a belt, but when he touched the hilt, he stopped because of the scene in front of him.

Towering trees, gloomy skies, and silent forests.

This is deep in the dense forest, a place listed as a forbidden area by Thranduil.

Olivier desperately needs to go back to the jungle, but he doesn't want it to be this way.

The elf prince didn't even know how he got back, and it seemed that he broke through the defense line inexplicably and appeared in the depths of the dense forest.

This way was as miraculous as when he discovered Severus and Lucius.

Olivier stood up holding the tree, let out a breath, and made himself more comfortable.Then he walked forward slowly, the exhaustion in his body made him unable to run, and now Olivier hoped that Gisy would be by his side.

"You look uncomfortable."

Some jumping sounds came from Olivier's ears. He turned his head to look, and saw the golden bird standing on his shoulder with its head tilted at a glance. The red beak looked very cute.

Olivier stretched out his fingertips and tapped Barton's head: "Why are you here?" If Olivier remembered correctly, he would have let Barton leave early tomorrow and asked him to find Thranduil.

Barton flapped his wings, and the beautiful feathers on them trembled slightly: "I saw you when I flew here, wait for you to go back with me. Besides, Your Majesty is thinking about you and not me, so it's useless for me to go back so early. "

Olivier didn't argue with him either, and now he had such a severe headache that he couldn't even speak.

Barton, however, did not stop chattering along the way.For a while, he talked about how anxious Thranduil was to make Olivier go faster, and for a while, he said how uncomfortable it was to run around with him.

Olivier felt that he had a headache from arguing, but he didn't let him shut up.

Perhaps only with such a voice can there be a sense of vitality, so that Olivier will not think of Ceci's cold face in the reality that seems to be a dream.

All those questions were piled up together, weighing on my heart, as sad as if a big rock was pressed on it.

Olivier not only had doubts and anger towards Sisi, but it ultimately boiled down to bitterness.

The elf prince realized that he had been deceived by him. This time, the action of leaving the jungle was probably Sisi's expectation from the beginning to the end, and he was also related to Smaug's escape.

"I'll go to see Ada later, Patton, you can do something for me," Olivier narrowed his eyes and looked at the palace that was already exposed, and said to Patton, "You go and inform Alves , let him notify the shops under his control, and let them keep an eye on Sisi's whereabouts."

"Your Majesty doesn't want him to come back." Barton would have misunderstood it, thinking that Olivier missed his chief guard, so the golden bird fluttered its wings.

"I hope he never comes back." Olivier gritted his teeth. After all, the Prince of the Jungle was still ruthless. "Tell the guards that as soon as there is news of Sisi, go and bring him back immediately."

"What if he refuses?" Barton tilted his head.

Olivier let out a breath, and then opened his eyes. His turquoise eyes were as cold as Thranduil's: "Kill."

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After returning to the palace this time, Olivier's state of mind was much different from other times, which also made him a little anxious.

After stepping through the gate, he scanned the empty stone room with his eyes. He frowned slightly, turned his head and went straight into the main hall without looking at the scorched blackness inside.

Since Olivier entered the gate, an elf must have informed Thranduil, and the elf prince stepped onto the long bridge without hesitation.In a hurry, Olivier naturally didn't notice Alves who was walking slowly towards the long bridge, and naturally he couldn't see the faint smile on the face of the black-haired elf.

After Olivier entered the hall, he saw Thranduil sitting on the throne.The Elven King held a scepter in his hand, and his beautiful eyes were looking at the pattern on it, as if studying its meaning.

The Elven King was wearing a silver-gray tight-fitting robe, with his legs crossed, revealing soft and delicate leather boots. His feet were slightly tilted to the left, and naturally the hem of the gown covered half of his legs.The long golden hair is loosely draped over the shoulders, and the winter crown is decorated with pine needles.

Thranduil naturally saw Olivier coming in a hurry, which made the original serious expression of the Elf King relax for a moment, as if he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, the Elf King stood up holding the scepter, and then put the scepter aside, as if he didn't care about it: "Go and get my wine."

The elves who were originally standing in the hall lowered their heads and agreed, and quickly retreated.

In the empty hall, only Thranduil and his son Olivier remained.

"I'm very happy to see that you're still safe." Thranduil slowly stepped off the throne, his voice deep and magnetic.

Olivier first looked at Thranduil eagerly, and found that his ada was still as usual, with no trace of injury on his body, so he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Ada, I haven't found the necklace yet." Saying this At that time, Olivier was a little apprehensive. Not only was he deceived by Sisi, but he also delayed Thranduil's request, which made the elf prince feel even more embarrassed.

Thranduil seemed not to see Olivier's expression, with a calm expression, walked up to Olivier and reached out to pat his eldest son's arm gently: "It doesn't matter, this is not in a hurry, The white gemstone necklace is very valuable in the hands of any race, as long as someone takes it, there will definitely be rumors."

This sounds like a situation, but it seems to be comforting when it stops in Olivier's ears.

This made the elf prince feel grateful. He looked up at Thranduil's face, which was still as calm as usual. The exquisite eyebrows and eyes seemed to be carefully carved. Even if the elf king cared about him, he was still calm and there was nothing redundant. s things.

But this kind of method without warm hugs and words of persuasion made Olivier suddenly feel a little sore in his nose.

Olivier hadn't cried since he was an adult.

He is an elf prince, he has no worries about food and clothing, and he has nothing to pursue, but the dense forest has given him the best, and Olivier has always been very comfortable and happy.Speaking of it, the biggest ups and downs I have experienced are probably now.

It's not that Olivier has never seen betrayal, but not every elf can calmly deal with being betrayed by the closest person.

After enduring the piercing pain for a long time, Olivier finally couldn't bear it in front of Thranduil.

Moisture quickly gathered in the turquoise eyes, and he tried hard to open them wide, but he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down.The nose was sore, the eyes were astringent, and the tears flowed without a sound.

Often a child who loves to cry makes people feel more distressed, just like Legolas, the little prince always knows when to be a little tearbag and when to be strong.But a child who never cries will make people feel surprised and distressed when he cries, just like the current Olivier, which makes Thranduil's face change rarely.

The Elf King took a step forward, looked down at the Elf Prince who was shorter than himself, frowned slightly, and there were obvious doubts and defenses in his eyes: "Why are you crying?"

Olivier knew that he might have lost the dignity of the prince just when he felt the cold liquid across his face, but sometimes a kind of emotion would explode sooner or later, even if Olivier blocked it with his arm. Eyes can not stop the next trip of tears.

"I did something wrong..." Olivier's voice was a little intermittent, trying to calm the tone, but in the end the voice was broken.

"What's the matter?" Thranduil tried to calm down his voice, so the Elf King's words seemed much smoother.

Olivier opened his mouth to say everything, but suddenly remembered what he saw in the blurred reflection of the glass.

Platinum long hair, blood red eyes, and human ears.

Olivier swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Sisi lied to me." In the end, all Olivier could say was such a short sentence.

Thranduil didn't seem to be surprised by this, he just raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Got it."

Olivier simply didn't cover his eyes anymore, and directly put his arms down to look at Thranduil: "I have already asked Alves to pay attention, and he must be detained."

"No need. If you hate him, there's no need for him to come back. It's up to you to live or die."

Thranduil is a wise king, but this does not mean that he has a lot of twists and turns. On the contrary, the thoughts of the Elf King are always simple and straightforward. do that.

In this world, the only people he can spend his brains on are his own son and the jungle elves. The rest, I am afraid, is just some pursuit of fine wine and gold coins.

Olivier likes Sisi, so the Elf King looks at him more.Olivier hated Sisi, and the Elf King didn't bother to think about him.

"If you can live, you must live," Olivier pursed his lips, a soft corner of his heart was clamoring that he was burying the first and only love in his life, but the elf prince was not The kind of heartbroken for no reason, the meaning of his life has long been settled at the time of birth, all for the jungle and Thranduil, "He knows a lot, before he makes those secrets clear, I want him alive."

"It's hard." Thranduil frowned slightly. He knew Sisi's ability, which made Thranduil judge.

"If you die, you will die." Olivier said flatly, but the corners of his mouth turned white.

Thranduil didn't know the past between his son and Sisi, but the Elf King had seen his son clearly for a long time.

Strong and intelligent, he has seen life and death, but he has a lot more compassion than other elves.This is a good thing, and sometimes a bad thing.

Thranduil did not continue the conversation, but directly changed the subject: "I think Barton has already told you about Smaug." As he spoke, he handed over a handkerchief.

"Thank you." Olivier's voice was a little hoarse, and he took the veil to wipe his face. He also wanted to avoid Sisi's affairs at the moment, so he continued, "Patton just told me, Smaug He ran away and injured the forest elf."

Thranduil glanced at him: "Smaug injured the two guards guarding the gate, and without the forest that was just planted, it has been four days now."

This didn't sound very serious, because the Elf King clearly meant that the Elves in the Forest were not disturbed by it, and Smaug was now gone forever.

But Olivier knew that if it was just because of this, Thranduil would not be so anxious to urge him to come back: "Did Smaug cause other troubles?"

"Someone erased the elf spell on the collar." Thranduil's words were very flat, but there was no doubt.

Because he knew, and Olivier knew, who was doing these things.

"Cersi." Olivier gritted his teeth, and the voice seemed to come from between the teeth.