[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Wentini doesn't know how many years she has stayed in this palace. She sits on the terrace outside the palace every day, looking at the endless sea from a distance, as if she can see the end in this way.

She is the wife of Thranduil, a noble elf who came to this paradise of elves after she died in the war.

The dead elves will not just disappear, but will come here, return to the tree of life, and wait for the next one to be conceived and reborn.That is to say, elves are immortal in some respects. Even if they die, they will get a new life.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of another.

Undini has been here for many years, and she can't remember much. Ever since she left her husband Thranduil, Undini has stayed in this palace. Because of her noble status, the elf The queen can enjoy the treatment of occupying the first floor, and she can also choose when to return to the embrace of the tree of life to get a new life.

And not long after she moved in, only 200 years, a new resident came here.

Her eldest son, Olivier, an excellent and handsome prince of the jungle, came to this palace.

But unlike ordinary elves, Olivier did not come with a soul, but existed in a portrait.This portrait can be seen at first glance to be made of the best wood in the dense forest, and if you look closely at the finely painted background, you can see that it is superimposed with layers of gold leaf. Such an aesthetic point of view makes Wen Dee, you think it must be the work of your excellent king of the jungle.

Wentini didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy to see his son. After all, it meant that Olivier lost his life.

Olivier is not Wendini's child, Wendini knows this better than anyone else, but he is also an elf, and he should have a life that lasts as long as the heavens, earth, sun, and moon, instead of reaching the world 200 years after his death. In the elf palace.

"Can I know what happened?" Wentini reached out and stroked the face of his son on the portrait.

Olivier is still handsome, his hair is beautiful brown, his eyes are the same fascinating and beautiful color as Thranduil, and when Wendini touched him, Olivier closed his eyes with a smile , and then he actually floated out of the portrait, his body gradually changed from transparent to real, and stayed beside Wendini.

The two souls touched without any obstacles, and Olivier gave his mother a hug: "Long time no see, Nana, I miss you very much."

Wendini can feel the warm embrace of her child who has not changed in a hundred years. Her youngest son Legolas is cute and mischievous, but the eldest son is calm and more like her own than Legolas child.Wentini made predictions when the two children arrived, and the elf queen who could foresee her own death was undoubtedly an excellent prophecy master.

She saw that Legolas would reap the glory, receive the crown with another man in a great crowd, and stand side by side.The pure elf queen didn't understand what that meant, but the beautiful gold and Gandalf standing behind both told that their youngest son would be brilliant.

But Wendini couldn't see the future of Olivier. The future of her eldest prince seemed to be in a state of confusion, as if it was covered in fog and could not be seen clearly.

So she really wanted to know why Olivier came here early, and whether there was another crisis in the dense forest.

Olivier held Wentini's hand, and sat together on the stone bricks by the terrace, with their legs exposed, while looking at the distant ocean for 100 years and telling what happened.

Olivier told Undini that Legolas has grown into a handsome and handsome little prince, no longer self-willed, always warm and peaceful, he likes to stand in the jungle and listen to the birds singing hymns, and also likes to use two swords to guard This beautiful forest.

Olivier told Wendini that although the dense forest has experienced war and was involved in a big war, the dense forest elves are the winners, and they have not suffered any fundamental losses. In Golas's discussion, they will choose to travel west and come to this beautiful place, but there are also some elves who want to stay, and they will leave after they settle the elves, which may take hundreds of years hurry away.

Olivier told Wendini that Thranduil is still handsome and beautiful. He is the well-deserved king of the jungle, and he also harvested a very obedient fire-breathing dragon as a mount, replacing the beautiful and beautiful dragon that died in the war. Big horned deer, extremely majestic.

"Ada got a lot of treasure, I think he will be very happy." Olivier, as one of the people who helped Thranduil earn wealth, was talking to Undini with a smile, looking extremely happy.

Wentini didn't speak, but reached out and gently stroked Olivier's face.

"Legolas got his lover. Although he is a human being, they love each other forever. Of course, that human being will die, but Legolas will be strong, right?" Olivier thought of the man who didn't wash his hair The guy feels uncomfortable, but Olivier still feels happy for his lovely brother who can find someone to love.

Wentini still didn't speak, and there was sadness in her eyes.

This made Olivier feel a little panicked and confused: "Nana, are you unhappy?"

Wentini shook his head, and then said softly: "My dear child, don't you realize? There is nothing about yourself in your words, nothing at all."

Olivier pursed his lips. In fact, those things about him were too complicated, and there were many things that might make Wentini unhappy, but seeing what Wentini wanted to know, Olivier still slowed down. Tun said: "I helped ada teach Smaug a lesson, oh, it's that red dragon, it's one of my pleasures to deal with him." Who made him almost beat himself to death in the first place.

Wendini smiled and let him continue.

"I took Gandalf to find a hobbit, oh, that hobbit is very similar to the one I know, it seems to be his descendant, he got a ring, very evil, I replied for him Healthy, and Legolas and Aragorn witnessed the destruction of the Lord of the Rings." Olivier said these words calmly, but only he knew how many waves there were.

Aragorn must be the one Legolas likes, and his son likes a man, Wendini couldn't help but smile warmer.

Then, Olivier hesitated before saying, "I have a child with red hair and bright black eyes. She is a pretty little girl."

"Oh, red hair, that's rare. Can I know what kind of person the child's mother is? Do I know it?" Wentini smiled and took Olivier's arm.

The corners of Olivier's eyes twitched, but he still said slowly: "To be precise, I gave birth to the little princess. It was very difficult, but I held back. As for her other ada..." Olivier After a pause, there was no expression on his face, "He died, he died of a broken heart on the day I died."

Sisi died, and on the day Olivier died, Sisi, who had a symbiotic spell, also died.

He smiled and thanked Olivier for leaving him a life, and whether he could come and see him, but Olivier didn't tell this man that Olivier still liked him very much, but that he The favorite Sisi died when he rebelled with his cheap dad.

Wentini didn't know this, she could only stroke Olivier's hair and said to him: "My poor child, you deserve a better future."

"It's not bad now, my little princess is in the care of Severus, that's my friend, he's very reliable." Just don't wash her hair the same way.

Olivier felt more than once that Severus and Aragorn should form an alliance without washing their hair.

Wentini leaned on Olivier's shoulder, and felt that her eldest son had grown up, but he was still so gentle and elegant, just like himself.

Since then, the elf queen who always likes to be alone has developed a habit.

Every morning, she would knock on the frame of the portrait and let Olivier come out to sit with her. She would lean on Olivier's shoulder and listen to Olivier telling the story after he left, about Seran Wentini always likes to listen to Dill's stories, about Legolas' stories, and about Olivier himself, even if there are many repetitive parts in Olivier's stories, Wendini can still laugh very happily.

Undini began to dream about when she could reunite with Thranduil, hug her beautiful husband, see Legolas, and kiss her youngest son's long golden hair.

On this day, Wendini didn't wait too long, and she saw countless large ships floating in the distance.

There are not only elves from the dense forest, but also other elves who have traveled westward together, and come to this paradise to start a new life.

Wentini, who had been watching, stood up excitedly, ran a few steps forward, and looked at his relatives with his hand on the pillar.She waved her arms, and her long hair curled slightly like waves was scattered over her shoulders. When the breeze blew, the beautiful elf queen was as dazzling and warm as the morning light.

Olivier, who was standing beside her, looked at the elves coming from afar with a faint smile, but he didn't look excited at all.

He is a portrait, a portrait left by Olivier during his lifetime.

He is a memory, used to store Olivier's love and past, but he is not Olivier, so he has no way of feeling what it is like to see these elves.

He just watched, those boats approaching from far to near, watching Legolas excitedly jumping on the ground and running towards here, watching the elf king with the most beautiful long golden hair and the most delicate face holding his The scepter stood and put it on, but did not come down, but raised its head high, and looked at his child outside the terrace with a pair of eyes.

Thranduil felt his heart tightening at that moment.

His lover, his children, are waiting for him here.

This is his home.

Thranduil wanted to smile, but when he met Olivier's eyes, his expression froze.

Because there was no emotion in those eyes, no admiration Thranduil was used to, no respect, no love, so plain that Thranduil felt strange.

Thranduil knew that it wasn't his child, he knew it from the very beginning, but at no moment did Thranduil want to bend down and cover his heart.

It hurt so bad it almost shattered.

"Ada, what's wrong with you?" Legolas came back and held Thranduil's arm with a worried tone.

Thranduil didn't speak, he straightened up, still the powerful elf king.

But because of Legolas' actions, a crystal bottle inside his neck was exposed.

Inside, there was a spot of light dancing gently, platinum golden, almost making Thranduil instantly think that it was the hair of his eldest prince.

"What is this?" Thranduil asked in a low voice.

Legolas looked down, and then said with a smile: "Olivier gave it to me. He asked me to keep it. When I miss him, I will look at it and he will know."

Thranduil suddenly smiled: "Do you know that this is a soul?"

Legolas froze for a moment, then looked down.

That touch of soul just jumped so lightly, with vitality, joy, and the temperature that belonged to Olivier.

Thranduil picked up the crystal bottle and held it in front of him. The Elven King said to it with his best voice: "My child, welcome home."

What responded to him was bursts of temperature, so warm that it almost melted all the harsh winter.

Thranduil looked up at the angry Chaoyang.

Its daybreak.