[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

When the thrush bird that came from afar landed by Thranduil's ear, he was really exhausted, and he closed his eyes before he had time to distinguish the crisp bird song.This made him fall into a strange dream. In the dream, he returned to his long-lost hometown and walked alone in the quiet and peaceful big green forest. The green leaves gently brushed away... He walked and walked, first with confusion and surprise, but soon turned into some kind of strong desire, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, and even ran forward excitedly——

A deer slowly walked out from the depths of the forest, and the golden sunlight poured down through the gaps in the green trees, coating the swaddle in its mouth with a strange color.Thranduil completely stayed where he was, until the deer put the swaddle into his arms, which made him feel the throbbing in his arms, and saw that hazy but beautiful smiling face.

When the voice in the wind sounded, his tears couldn't help but slipped down quietly——

"It's up to you to protect him now, Thranduil, our child..."

He suddenly woke up from his dream, and in front of him was the night sky that was still so thick that no stars could be seen, and the air was still filled with the desperate smell of blood and the sulfur smell of Doomsday Volcano.Thranduil looked at the elven warriors who were busy running behind, and at his injured left arm, but he was a little numb and couldn't feel the sound and pain. The dream just now was so beautiful that he began to doubt the reality. sex.

But looking around, the thrush had disappeared. Was the whisper that lingered in his ears real or just his hallucination?

"Your Highness?" Fino brought the doctor to his side. In the past, this brown-haired elf was always the most powerful fighter and assistant under Thranduil's father Orifel, and now he is also the most loyal around Thranduil. General, if Fino hadn't fought hard to protect him earlier, his left arm would probably have been completely chopped off by the ogre.

"It's not a serious injury——" the doctor inspected the wound, and couldn't help but whisper, "Fortunately, the bone is not broken...but it may hurt..."

"I don't feel any pain at all." Thranduil said calmly.

"You're looking more and more like a king," Fino joked, smiling even though his brown hair was matted with blood and his shoulders were bandaged.

He would probably keep such a smile until the moment he died in battle, Thranduil thought, but he didn't take his title seriously.After Orifel's sacrifice, Thranduil was well-deserved to be their new king in the eyes of all the forest elves, but he refused to wear the crown that could no longer shine on his father's head.Everyone was puzzled, including his wife, Queen of the Great Greenwood.She waited for a long time in her hometown. Instead of the gospel of victory, she waited for a heavier sorrow.When she came, wearing a dark cloak that almost melted into the night, and washed Orifel's body according to the custom in front of Mordor's flames and shadows, Thranduil didn't answer her questions, but just stared ahead The shadows, as if persistently trying to find a little bit of light from it.

He did not inherit the throne, but gave himself a new identity after his father's funeral.It may be unwise to make such a choice in a dark moment when there is no hope, but it is a joint decision made by him and his wife holding hands.

"If I can't come back, at least we still have the last hope." They embraced briefly before parting, and Thranduil gently covered his wife's belly with his hands.

"You will definitely come back, because he also needs your protection." She was very strong, she didn't cry, but the hand holding his skirt couldn't help shaking.

Those images that are sometimes clear and sometimes hazy seem to come from memories too long ago.However, Thranduil knew in his heart that time did not pass as fast as he imagined, on the contrary, it walked step by step like a sluggish old man, and every day here seemed to be as long as a year, so long that he could not see the future clearly, Ignored the past again.Until the sudden visit dream before reminded him: their child conceived that night should have also briefly witnessed the starlight of Mrs. Alberes.

You have to protect him, Thranduil... He seemed to see his wife's sad and quiet face appearing in front of his eyes, but under the shadow of Mordo, the phantom always flashed by.

my child.Our child... Thranduil murmured.But just before, he who refused the honor of the king's title and still took responsibility, he rushed to the front as bravely as his father, but he almost abandoned his body and let his soul leave Middle-earth forever like his father.

"I had a dream..." He couldn't help but speak when the doctor was concentrating on treating his wound, "a very strange dream..."

"Dreamed about the forest in my hometown?" Fino took his words and said, "After staying in this ghost place for a long time, we probably all have dreams like this... Just the day before yesterday, Garros said that he dreamed that the forest was on fire, and yesterday he He also said that he dreamed that shadows enveloped the forest..."

"How about today?"

"We can no longer learn about those weird dreams." Fino shrugged his shoulders, but put away his smile. "He is dead, Your Highness, our future king."

As if responding to his words, there were bursts of ghostly howls in the distance - that was the evil cry of the orcs when they attacked. I don't know how many forest elves will die under the swords of those ugly monsters tonight. , But their death journey is not lonely, loneliness belongs only to those who are still alive.

It has been seven years, seven full years, the forest elves have left their homeland, and plunged from a happy and comfortable life into a bloody and desperate war. The big green forest is behind them, but they cannot look back.The old king Orifel had died long ago, and batch after batch of elf warriors kept following him, and the few survivors who could not see hope could only fight for hope.Thranduil knew he had to convince himself, and his only subjects, that this dark night would pass, and he would lead them back to their homeland, when the Great Greenwood would usher in a new king and a new king. A new beginning, a new hope.

And for Thranduil, returning home has another very important meaning. He knows from the bottom of his heart what is waiting for him at home.

He only rested for a moment, then picked up the sword and stood up again. In the dark night, like a tall and straight tree, it shone like a star, which shocked the elves around and looked up at him.No matter how much pain they suffered, their Highness Thranduil, the future king of the Great Greenwood, always had a faith that even the wrath of Mount Doom could not shake.

"You're crazy," Fino stepped forward and lightly pressed his right hand holding the sword, "You need to take a good rest instead of dying on impulse."

But Thranduil just gave him a cold look: "Even though I am only your Highness now, you must obey my orders."

Fino smiled helplessly and shook his head. He said nothing, but picked up his sword and followed Thranduil firmly.

At this moment, the herald came to report: "Your Highness, the army of Gilgrad and Elendil broke through the defense line, and the defeated half-orcs have fled into the black gate!"

Fino cheered, while Thranduil sighed softly.They finally saw hope again.

Though the Wood Elves suffered particularly heavy casualties, this message of hope encouraged them so much that they even sang the songs of their homeland as they marched.It has been a long time since the melodious and beautiful songs of the elves have sounded on the land of Mordor—Thranduil raised his head. I don’t know if it was an illusion. He actually saw the twinkling silver stars behind the dark clouds, and seemed to be responding The elves sang with a mix of tears and laughter.

The half-orc army that was originally confronting the forest elves was powerful, but the defense line to the east was broken, and the morale of the army was shaken, and this group of mobs also began to flee one after another.The corpses of the orcs piled up underfoot more and more, and the singing of the elves grew louder and louder. The long night came to an end, and the dawn broke out—though the light was still very faint.

Thranduil only had his right hand to move, but he still fought bravely. He split those ugly bodies all the way, and leaped forward like a gust of wind.The black gate was right in front of him, and he, who was always calm and serious, couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment. They paid such a heavy price, and finally waited for this day.

On the other side of the surging army, the two kings, Gilgrad and his friend Elendil, shine like the sun, leading the crowd to rush forward fearlessly—victory is in sight, and even Thranduil Infected, he hummed those long-lost songs along with his companions—but he couldn't sing anymore.