[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

"Are you...Lightning?" Elrond ignored the strange lines like "We met before, do you remember?" "Do you think I look familiar?" and looked around. There was no one else, so I asked softly.

On the contrary, Thranduil stood behind him and raised his eyebrows, seeming a little displeased.

"Uh, that's right, it's me, did you know it from the bat?" The Flash looked at the two elves curiously.

Elrond, who was in charge of negotiations, smiled gently.

"You didn't come to us to confirm this, did you?"

The 6000-plus-year-old elven lord deftly shifts the subject, truncating the question that leads to Batman.

"We have some clues, but we may need the help of a gentleman in town."

"Who?" Barry asked immediately without feeling that the topic was being taken away.

"Mr. Oliver Queen."

"!"

People at both ends of the communicator were stunned for a moment—was Batman's movements a little too fast? !

But this time they misunderstood Bruce Wayne.

Batman did not tell the true identities of Flash and Green Arrow to the two elves. Elrond and Thranduil were able to discover Barry's identity because of their keen senses, body shape, smell and spirit— —No matter how concealed, a person's spirit will never lie.

Of course, if Barry hadn't taken the initiative to stand in front of them, they would not have known each other's identity.

Because a sample cannot be compared to get the results.

"...What are you looking for him for?"

"We think that the ghost ship is the one he was on and wrecked before, and the person who is manipulating that force to attack humans may be one of the passengers who died."

"You mean that is a ghost?!"

The Flash swallowed a sigh of relief - well, although he has fought with various superpowers, but but, he didn't expect to face ghosts!The zombie from before was better than the ghost!

"The power of the Soul Code is aimed at the soul." Elrond nodded, "It's not surprising that it is a ghost."

"Let me find out for you!" Barry felt that this issue must be discussed with Oliver himself, so he said hello and disappeared at the pier.

Elrond released the bait safely, waiting for Oliver Queen to take the bait automatically, then turned to look at the Elf King who was following behind him, but felt a little strange.

No matter how you look at Thranduil today, he looks a little strange, as if his heart has been lost somewhere, and he has been unable to cheer up.

Elrond was a little worried about whether the King of the Jungle was still affected by the illusion of the Codex of Souls, so he stretched out his hand towards Thranduil, wanting to touch his spirit, but the Elf King moved away slightly.

"... Thranduil?"

A flash of wariness in the blue eyes made Elrond raise his eyebrows.

The expression on Thranduil's face turned a little guilty for a moment, but he quickly erased it.

"Sorry." His voice was low and slow, like a blade gliding gently on the black velvet, without any damage, but the sharpness and coldness of the blade could still be felt, "That day, you stretched out your hand to me in the same way. "

Elrond knew which memory Thranduil spoke of without further prompting—that was the only time Elrond made a choice instead of Thranduil among the countless choices, and did not give this There is no room for the elves to tell and choose.

Perhaps in the eyes of the proud Elven King, this kind of distrust is an intolerable behavior...

"That's right, it was I, His Majesty Gilgalad, and King Orifel who jointly sealed the abilities of the sentinel guides and this part of memory." Elrond nodded with a frank expression, "There are no sentinels or sentries in Middle-earth. Guide, our incomplete connection cannot be repaired in Middle-earth, instead of letting the incomplete connection gradually distort our spirit, it is better to seal it completely, so that we can get such a chance in the future."

"Sometimes I feel like I've known you for a long time, and sometimes I feel like I don't know you at all, Elrond."

The master of Imratri, the owner of the last home of the elves, Elrond, known as wise, kind, majestic and brave, is a light in the dark, but those are just what "everyone" sees.

Just like King Thranduil, the owner of the jungle hall, would never let his people or even his son see something deep in his heart, the blond Elf King knew that Elrond must have a soul of his own in the depths of his heart. corner of.

Between half-dream and half-awake, in the gaps of memory, he once thought that he was the one who could touch the depths of his heart, but after remembering the seal, he was a little uncertain.

He remembered his state at that time. Although affected by the broken connection, he acted a little too aggressively, but when he was beside Elrond, he could still think about the pros and cons of the battle calmly. This may be the case for his father or the High King of the Noldor. No idea, but Elrond shouldn't be ignorant.

and so--

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Could it be that in Elrond's heart, he thought he couldn't make the right choice?

Elrond closed his eyes, as if silently remembering that memory.

The depression of the stalemate in the battle, the worried eyes of the elders, Thranduil's deteriorating spirit, the pain in his head day after day, and the feeling of connection that is gradually disappearing——

"I have nothing to say." The half-elf shook his head, "I'm sorry, Thranduil."

"Do you have nothing to say, or do you not want to say it at all?" Thranduil looked carefully at Elrond's eyebrows and eyes, the half-elf always locked his heart with a calm or stern look, "I told you a long time ago I want to ask you, why is my mental picture of the Great Green Forest, but yours is an ice field, Elrond?"

The seemingly unrelated question made Elrond stunned, but Thranduil just continued talking.

"The place where you lived since childhood was a seaport, followed by mountains and forests. There is no such snowfield in Linton, let alone Imlatri, which is guarded by the Ring of Qi. In my vague memory, this snowfield is similar to the icefield inhabited by Codex Exactly the same—that's why."

Elrond's heart can never be a wasteland of ice and snow. This half-elf—even if Thranduil is dissatisfied with some of his actions, he still has to admit that if his spirit is transformed into a picture, it must be as warm as the wind. Charm full of life.

So, why is this half-elf's spiritual realm always icy and frosty?

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--Have you considered?Want to be a guide?

"Yes." The human elf lord looked determined.

Then, he felt the wind and snow.

The icy wind was like a knife, almost cutting his skin, and the cold air spread from his fingertips to his heart, as if his whole body was frozen in place by ice and snow.

He stood in the middle of the vast snowfield, not knowing where he was for a moment.

Ever since he chose to become an elf, he has never felt such severe cold again.Even in this other world, Thranduil took care of him, so that he didn't need to go hunting.

The white lion stood opposite him, its animal eyes were like flowing golden light, looking at Elrond with a trace of regret.

——This is your spiritual realm. Originally, the spiritual realm should be the embodiment of your heart. Because you choose to force the attribute conversion, this place is a snowfield.

"This place...somewhat familiar." Elrond felt that he had seen this place in a book.

——This is the snow field that once enshrined the three law codes, the god snow field.

Elrond seemed to think of something, but now he had no time to care about it.

He must try to connect with Thranduil and pull him out of the darkness of fugue.

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Elrond did not answer Thranduil's question.Based on his understanding of the Sinda in front of him, the first time he knew that his spiritual domain was the snow field, the other party should try to get the reason from Alpha or Palladia.

He was just waiting for what Thranduil really wanted to say.

"Why didn't you tell me everything you did for me?" Thranduil shook his head, "Do you think I need your care as much as your precious daughter?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly, the dark light in his blue eyes flickering.

"Elrond, I don't like to hide, even in the name of protection."

"I see." The elf lord nodded.

"But you are determined not to change?"

"I try my best."

"Humph."

Elrond looked at Thranduil who began to write "I'm not happy" on his face, and smiled helplessly.

"This is a habit that has lasted for thousands of years. If you want me to change it, I can only do my best."

he said softly.

"I don't mean to lie to you."

The life of the elf lord Elrond can be regarded as a lot of hardships. When His Royal Highness Prince of the Giant Green Forest followed King Orifel without much worry, Elrond had already experienced ups and downs.Losing after gaining, gaining after losing, the capriciousness of fate forced him to grow rapidly, and at the same time, his mind became more and more introverted.

For elves, a hundred times is but a blink of an eye, but for humans, a hundred years is a lifetime.Elrond spent a long time as an elf with human feelings. Although his face is not old, his heart is already gray.

If it wasn't for the intertwined relationship in another world played by fate, he and Thranduil are two completely different elves, and their lives might not have intersected.

But fate tied them together after all, and reconnected after a long time.

Elrond was grateful for this.

Thranduil took the initiative to hold Elrond's hand, turning a blind eye to the gazes of several humans in the distance.

In fact, he knew that Elrond would rather bear it alone than tell him, out of protection and out of love.

But the elven king of the dense forest doesn't need this, at least not this kind of love.

"I just hope you can remember that there will be me in the future."