[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Olivier woke up very early. Obviously, he never got up until the sun rose before, but now he opened his eyes when the morning light was twilight.

Rarely, Legolas didn't spread his hands and feet to sleep in the middle, but hugged Olivier domineeringly, as if hanging on him.The chubby face was buried in Olivier's neck, and when he breathed, there was a gentle heat spray on his neck.

Olivier stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, but did not move. Instead, he hugged the little prince with his back and stroked his back gently.

He tried to close his eyes, but found that he couldn't fall asleep at all.Olivier smiled helplessly. He had a premonition that he might be an elf who goes to bed early and gets up early in the future. This is really not a good sign.

Not wanting to get up, and not wanting to move, Olivier even breathed lightly for fear of making noise to the little prince.His eyes looked around the entire bedroom, seeing both the familiar and the unfamiliar.

The little prince is growing up, and his preferences are also unpredictable, which makes the furnishings in his bedroom change one after another.

But as long as it was given to him by Thranduil and Olivier, Legolas kept it well, put each piece neatly in the cabinet, and put the ones he likes on the bedside, and he can see them as soon as he looks up. where to see.

Olivier ignored Legolas, reached out and touched a little furry thing on the bed, grabbed it and placed it in front of his eyes.

It was a birthday present from Olivier to him on a certain birthday.Rao is as excellent as an elf in memory, Olivier has no way to completely recognize what gift he gave the little prince every birthday.

It was a deer shape made of soft twigs, covered with brown fur from Olivier's elk.

At that time, Olivier's big horned deer had just died in battle, and Olivier made this little thing out of its hair and gave it to Legolas to commemorate his friend the big horned deer, and also brought his own love for Legolas. Russ blessing.

In a blink of an eye, the little prince now had his own big horned deer, although that big horned deer was only a cub.

Putting the "little deer" aside, Olivier turned his body so that the little prince could lie on his chest.The sunlight outside has cast through the heavy haze and poured in through the gaps in the curtains, as beautiful and dazzling as flowing gold.

"Olivier..."

A dazed voice sounded, Olivier looked at the little prince in his arms, and found that he was rubbing his eyes and looking up at him.

The blue-green eyes met the turquoise pupils, and the little prince smiled when he saw Olivier's face clearly: "Olivier, you woke up so early."

Olivier gently stroked the little prince's long golden hair: "Sleep a little longer, it's still early."

"I can rest this morning." Although Legolas said so, he was already squinting his eyes to try to wake up.

"Don't worry, Legolas, I have something to do in the morning, so I can't accompany you." Olivier smiled and pushed Legolas back on the bed.

"Ada asked me to practice archery with the big horned deer in the afternoon." Legolas frowned, as if he was thinking about how to organize his time well.

"Let's have dinner together tonight." Olivier said softly.

Legolas looked reluctant, but he nodded anyway.

The little prince is always very sensible.

Taking the fawn doll and putting it into Legolas' arms, Olivier sat up, his bare back seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light.The smooth shoulders did not look as thin as before. Although he felt sad, it could not take away the flesh he had accumulated over the past few months overnight.

But Olivier was still pretty. Legolas hugged the fawn doll and blinked at his brother.

But when Olivier turned around, the little prince saw a strange red mark close to his chest, which was faintly pink.

"See you tonight." Olivier leaned down and pressed a kiss on the little prince's forehead.

Legolas' bright eyes were fixed on Olivier's chest. When the big prince's soft lips left his forehead, the little prince suddenly said, "Olivier, you are hurt!" ?"

Olivier was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head, and saw the thousand red spots on his chest straight away.

The elf prince's fair skin further accentuated the hickey marks.

In an instant, Olivier's cheeks were red, and even his ears were red, but immediately, his face turned pale, very ugly.

This suddenly frightened the little prince, he stared blankly at Olivier's changing expression: "You must be sick, I'm going to tell Ada."

"No, no need." Olivier felt that his voice was dry and sounded very stiff, and when he said it, he met the clear eyes of the little prince. Olivier regained his senses and tried to pull out With a smile, "I'm fine, Legolas, it's just a small problem, I don't want ada to worry."

Legolas tilted his head, his long blond hair fell down his shoulders, then he nodded like a great elf, puffed his cheeks with a serious face and blew on the eldest prince.This surprised Olivier, and he heard the little prince say, "It won't hurt anymore."

The words were innocent and immature, Olivier pursed the corners of his lips, and his voice softened: "Who taught Green Leaf?"

"Cersi."

Olivier pursed his lips suddenly, unable to hold back his emotions, he wrapped Legolas directly and left the little prince's bedroom without saying a word.

The little prince was left with a confused face, and not long after, he tucked himself into the quilt again, preparing to sleep until noon.

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It was close to noon that Olivier went to the woods scorched by Smaug at the edge of the jungle.He wears a black robe, and his hair, which has been washed out of the dye, has returned to a light brown color. Because the winter is colder, the moisture on the hair has not dissipated yet, so a cloak is added to cover it with a hood.

From a distance, I saw the black-haired elf standing there, holding a book and reading it with a smile.

"I'm late." Olivier walked over and said softly.

Alves closed the scroll and put it back in his sleeve. Olivier glanced at it and recognized that it was an accounting book.I heard Alves say: "It's not too late, I was early."

The black-haired elf still had a gentle but shrewd smile on his face, squinting his eyes, unable to tell if he was happy or calculating.Olivier is not in the mood to distinguish now, he just looks around the surrounding scenery with a cold expression.

Alves didn't mind Olivier's indifference, he smiled and pointed to the distance: "Your Highness, all I can do is repair that area within ten days."

"Enough." Olivier looked at it, "We just want to stop the dwarf's footsteps."

"I understand." Alves smiled, but looked at the cloak on Olivier's body indistinctly, and then said with a smile, "Your Majesty gave an order yesterday to sink the palace as a whole. The construction is underground, and it is estimated that it will start soon, and I think the restoration of the dense forest may need to be accelerated."

The palace sinks?

Olivier frowned, this was something he hadn't heard Thranduil mention, and Thranduil apparently forgot to tell his eldest prince.

Alves didn't say anything more, he walked into the scorched woods with a slender wooden stick.This is similar to the precise scale on the stick. The elves inserted it into the soil, then looked into the distance through the scale on it, and used the scale to identify the height. By doing some calculations on the height and angle, the area can be known directly.

This is not a difficult calculation method, the dense forest elves are not good at it, but Alves from the forest valley is very familiar with it.

Woodland elves are always good at these things.

Olivier watched him write and draw in the notebook, and pulled out the stick from time to time to insert it in another place. For some reason, he suddenly remembered Alves' evaluation of the jungle elves.

Jungle elves are never smart, they can be so blunt as to be stupid.

This is not a good evaluation, but now, Olivier feels that this may not be a bad thing.

After such a big incident caused by Smaug, the dense forest is still calm. Of course there is Thranduil's appeasement, but what is more likely is the unconditional trust of the dense forest elves in their king and prince.

They believe that Thranduil is always right, that the prince will be their greatest pride, and that the jungle will always be happy and rich.There are no doubts or doubts, they are always simple and happy.

But Olivier clenched his fist slightly, he needs to do better, yes, better.

His hair was almost dry, Olivier took off his hood and walked into the slightly charred jungle.

He deliberately walked to a place slightly away from Alves, and took out his wand.

The top of the dark brown wand had become smooth, and Olivier squatted down and pressed the top of it against the burnt black grass.

He didn't say a spell, just closed his eyes.

The groping for magic these days gave Olivier some experience.Magic is actually the gathering of various natural elements, and the wand is the medium that gathers them, gathers those natural forces together, and then makes them effective through special spells.

This is a very delicate skill, and Olivier, who is an elf, may understand the mystery of it better than ordinary wizards.

Feeling the heat on his fingertips, Olivier knew that his plan had worked.

The scorched grass with no discernible species slowly straightened its stems and branches, stretched its branches and leaves, and the scorched black color also became green.

Olivier also knew its type, which was the silk grass that Severus had been thinking about last time.

This Sisi grass, known as potion, is full of vitality because of the infusion of magic power, and its branches and leaves are swaying like a light dance.

"It looks useful." Olivier retracted his wand, muttered in a low voice, and then lightly touched the leaves of Sisi Grass with his fingertips. The white fingertips rubbed slowly, "I don't know if Sev has researched what you are useful for." Olivier shook his finger.

But immediately, when he felt the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, he let go of Si Sicao and stood up.

Looking back, he saw Alves' face, and Olivier could feel his chest beating loudly, and his heartbeat increased.

Only this time did Olivier feel something unusual.

He never cried, he was never inexplicably moved by the past, and he was never panicked by sudden changes.

I seem to have become emotional, no, I have become irritable.

Olivier frowned suddenly, tightly clutching the wand tucked into his sleeve, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

I have a dilemma, a big one.Olivier clenched his fists, this might be his most difficult moment.

Because Olivier began to realize that his soul had been damaged, a real, tearing pain.