[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Steve never expected to see a second elf in his life.

He never thought that he could still hear the name of his adoptive father Elrond from other people.

After all, apart from himself, the only person who knows the relationship between Elrond Elrond and him is Bucky...

The howling cold wind and the sound of the train running over the rails poured into his memory at this moment, the gorgeous red dress slipped past his eyes like a fluttering butterfly, and the gentle smile of his adoptive father in the sun seemed to be fading gradually...

In this modern city, what is left of Steve Rogers?

The panic of waking up from a deep sleep was quietly suppressed by him, and the first superhero in American history faced the scrutiny of the Elf King from another world and looked straight back.

— was taught well.

Thranduil thought silently.

Whether it was King Elisar or the young man in front of him, what the Lord of Imlatri taught was undoubtedly a one-in-a-kind outstanding human being—of course his Legolas was not bad either.

"I said...Captain, can you translate it?" Hawkeye carefully broke the silent stare at each other, "Do you know each other?"

Seeing Steve's gaze shifted with doubts, Clint straightened his expression and introduced himself: "Clint Barton, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., codenamed Hawkeye. It's an honor to meet you, Captain."

Steve nodded to show his understanding, but seemed a little hesitant about Barton's request.

He was used to keeping secrets for his adoptive father Elrond, and he didn't want to reveal his situation without the consent of the elf who was obviously looking for his adoptive father.

Thranduil sensed the hesitation of the humans.

——As if it was to find that half-elf.

"My name is Thranduil." The Elf King said slowly in human language, "an elf." He omitted a lot of content that these humans would not understand.

However, in this different world, there are still people who have heard his name.

"Thranduil." Steve Rogers repeated the name, the light of memory flashing in his mind, "You are the king of the jungle."

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It was a fragment of an everyday afternoon.

Little Steve finally asked the question to his adoptive father-whether his adoptive father was the king of elves, he thought Elrond was, but whether it was about the story or history of the Middle-earth world, Elrond Dedu rarely mentions his identity.

The elf lord was a little stunned. The word elf king would undoubtedly remind him of the star that fell in Modo and an old friend in the Mirkwood Kingdom.

The former makes him nostalgic and sentimental, but it has long since passed.

The latter caused many doubts in his heart...

The master, who is as clever and wise as Rivendell, discovered the flaw in his memory after the appearance of the white lion.

During the last alliance period in the past, as the herald of His Majesty Gilgalad, he remembered having a face-to-face conversation with King Orifel, remembering treating the injured Silvans, but he did not remember at all that he and the prince of the Great Green Forest There is any intersection—

The impression of "Thranduil" in his mind was no more specific than a name.

—but how is it possible?

The familiarity brought to him by the white lion made him call out the name of the elf king without hesitation. If it was just a stranger who didn't even have an impression, how could he know that the strangeness came from Seth just by sensing the breath of the spiritual guide? Randall?

Because of that warning voice, Elrond could only keep his doubts in his heart.

As for Steve's question, although human children may not be able to understand Middle-earth very well, he still chooses to use the most correct vocabulary to tell the child the answer.

He believes that the memory will remain in his heart, and one day, when the child can understand, his explanation will inevitably lead him to the answer.

"Steve, I am Elrond, the lord of Rivendell. Since the last alliance, there has only been one elf king in Middle-Earth—King Thranduil of Mirkwood."

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Well, since they can meet the prince of Asgard, it's okay to have another king of elves.

Barton comforted himself, and finally understood the alien in front of him... Uh, what happened to the arrogance and distance of the alien elf.

He and Nick Fury exchanged glances in the rearview mirror—let’s invite Captain America and the Elf King to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Where is Elrond?" Thranduil, who knew the words and deeds of the humans around him well but remained calm, asked Steve Rogers again.

Steve shook his head.

"I don't know where my father is now."

He used to think of his adoptive father when he was flying the plane into the ice sea.

The adoptive father who smiled and supported his attempt to join the army, accepted experiments, and said to him who participated in various tours, "Always believe that the future you expect is not far ahead".

If it's true, as Nick Fury said, it's been 70 years...he doesn't know if his adoptive father is still living in Brooklyn, waiting for his return at their home.

"Uh, Captain." Clint raised his hand, "If you're looking for someone, S.H.I.E.L.D. can help. We promise to find even the cemetery—well, if he has one."

It doesn't matter even if it doesn't, Phil Coulson, a veteran captain fan, will definitely dig three feet into the ground and tear the United States off a layer of ground!

Nick Fury's face twitched as he regretted not letting Barton drive...or keep his troublesome mouth shut.

Sure enough, the atmosphere in the back seat was sinister and stagnant for an instant, and the stagnation mainly came from the cold eyes of the Elf King.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't think father needs a cemetery." Steve said to Clint. As a human being, he certainly knew where the differences in cognition were, so he drove the unique Ignoring the aura of the current atmosphere", explained in a simple and understandable way, "When he adopted me, he was already over six thousand years old."

——Six thousand years old! !

There are indeed all kinds of people in this world!No, no, they shouldn't be considered as people in this world, right?I don't know how old the elf in front of me is...

Barton couldn't help but secretly glanced at the Elf King's profile.

The elf's immortal and perfect appearance gave him a huge blow to his heart-it doesn't look like he is six thousand years old at all, although even Sol can only be regarded as "the younger generation" in front of him!

"Where do you think he will be?" Thranduil looked at Steve Rogers, ignoring the distorted expressions of the humans next to him.

——This is the only human in this world who is familiar with Elrond.

This kind of recognition made him a little uncomfortable, and he clearly knew that Elrond should belong to him.

After being upset, the Elf King was taken aback by his own thoughts.

——I will not continue to choose to wait on the spot, Thranduil.

Who is talking in the memory, the soft voice is smiling and firm, even if he refuses to separate from the bottom of his heart, it is difficult to shake the other party's will.

-I always wait and lose.Mother, brother, adoptive father...they are the ones who make choices, but I lost them too, this time I can't do nothing, I can't just watch you die like this.

——If this is fate, accept it and challenge it, we are the firstborn children of Iluvatar, possessing her blessings and gifts, without fear of all suffering.

Thranduil knew that that guy was stronger and more persistent than he looked.If anyone only looks at his gentle and kind appearance and attitude, it will be difficult for anyone to perceive that he has such a stubborn and firm heart.

Like a cluster of burning flames.

Lighted up his whole soul.

"Are you okay?" Steve Rogers said in a panic, looking at the elf who suddenly held his forehead.

"I'm fine." Thranduil stood up to avoid the human's hand, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"I can only think about our old home in Brooklyn, it's just..." 70 years later, I don't know if it has changed beyond recognition.

"After the things these guys want to confirm are confirmed, take me there."

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Elrond feels that the current situation is a bit... don't know how to say it.

In fact, as Steve wakes up and guesses, he's still living at home in Brooklyn decades after Captain America's heroic devotion.

It's only a few decades - he has lived in Lin Gu for thousands of years.

He bought the house he lived in together with several houses around it, and then became a landlord himself, rented out part of it, and charged some rent-the elf lord no longer needed to worry about money for a long time , raised a child alone until he joined the army as an adult, so that he learned various skills to make money in society.

The reason he did this was simply to preserve some memories of Steve's childhood life for Steve.

At least when little Steve came back, it was still the same here, even the furnishings in his room hadn't changed.

what?

Of course he knew Steve would be back.

Although the Lord of Imlatri is famous in Middle-earth for his medical skills and wisdom, no one will ignore his gift of foresight.

Although he didn't know exactly when, he had foreseen that neither Steve nor Bucky would actually die in that war.

So when he received the death notice, he just looked at it a few more times.

It's just that when Elrond saw one of the results... he couldn't say he was happy.

The elf lord saw Bucky.

The man once called James Barnes walked the streets blankly, like a bewildered puppet, and everything around him made him frightened and irritable.

Because it is unfamiliar, it feels dangerous; because it is familiar, it lingers on.

He still remembers that child, the friend Steve brought home for the first time, sunny and handsome, with high spirits, even standing in the crowd can be seen at a glance, even more dazzling than Steve at that time.

But now what Elrond sees is just a shadow, without soul, without self, like an elf corrupted by Morgoth, trapped in a dark cage, unable to escape, only mad.

But this kid wasn't even crazy.

The elf lord walked towards the shadow.

The ghost who had become the Winter Soldier just happened to look up at his... ears hidden in black hair.

"...I seem to remember you..."

Bucky said, with the look on his face like a kid who has made a mistake.

"Do you know Steve?"

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I went out to a relative’s house today, and I didn’t come back until midnight...＿(:з」∠)＿...