[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

Because of the tall and terrifying dark figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.That is the instigator of all evils——Sauron. His appearance seemed to make the trembling horror throbbing in the cold night return to the land of hope. Everyone looked at the unusually tall figure and stood silently, as if forgetting everything.

Sauron, the black leader, walked into the crowd step by step with an ancient scepter in his hand. He raised his hand very slowly so that people could clearly see the Supreme Lord of the Rings worn on his right index finger—his movements were so slow, but Still no one was able to dodge that deadly attack, as if they were completely intimidated by his aura before the scepter fell, unable to move.

Gilgrad suddenly roared, and leaped to Sauron with a spear in his hand, bravely challenging this powerful evil leader.But Sauron grabbed him by the neck easily, and a burst of illusory and terrifying laughter made everyone tremble, and then everyone watched in disbelief that the great High King of the Noldor fell into a ball of flames in Sauron's hands, and was killed. It was completely devoured by the violent flames.Elendil, who had lost his friend, cursed in grief, raised the holy sword of Nasir and jumped up to take revenge - but was lightly hit by Sauron with the scepter, and all the bones in his body were shattered in an instant, and he fell down like a broken doll. next to.

Thranduil witnessed all this not far away, and he wasn't even overly surprised, but opened his mouth slightly, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.In such a short period of time, the light of dawn was covered by dark clouds again, and all hope also left with the disappearing singing.He may never be able to return to the Great Greenwood, where his beloved wife is, and... and their child who has already been born.

At this moment, when all hope and courage were lost, Isildur, the son of Elendil, lay beside his dead father in grief, and his wailing even alarmed Sauron, attracting him walk up to him.When Sauron's tall shadow completely enveloped Isildur, the son of the king desperately went to pick up the holy sword of Nasir, but before he could swing it, he was crushed into several pieces by Sauron's giant feet.That chilling weird laughter sounded again, as if laughing at the stupidity of these elves and humans who tried to resist him - Sauron slowly reached out and tried to grab Isildur, as if wanting to give him a Bigil Grad's more tragic and desperate cruel death, but Isildur suddenly picked up the fragment of Nasir's holy sword with lightning speed, swung it vigorously and cut off Sauron's finger stretched out to him—the finger The finger that wears the One Ring.

A shrill and ear-piercing scream that they had never heard before resounded over the entire sky of Modo, and the strong wind passed by rapidly, and then everyone was surprised to find that the tall dark figure disappeared, dissipating in the heavy air like smoke. Back to the sun of the earth.

"Vala! He's gone, he's gone! We made it!" Fino shouted loudly and shook Thranduil vigorously, even touching his injured left arm, but Thranduil didn't care at all. , the pain seemed to disappear along with those dark shadows.

They were victorious, and despite the terrible cost, they could finally go home.After clearing out the remnants of the orcs and destroying Baraddur, Thranduil didn't rest for a moment, and before he even had time to say goodbye to his allies, he ordered his men to line up and set off immediately.They're going home, they're going home!

The warm sunshine shines on every forest elf, soothing their wounded bodies and minds.Although there is still a long distance, the unchanging beauty of the homeland has appeared in front of every pair of longing eyes, beckoning them to return.

By chance, he looked up and saw the thrush again. Thranduil smiled and waved at it, and the thrush landed on his fingertips.He was almost sure it would tell him something, yes, it must have been more than just his dream.

Sure enough, when he understood the message it brought, he showed the brightest smile ever in seven years—but happiness always comes with a price, just as the demise of Sauron made Gilgrad and Elendil The sacrifice also caused him to lose his most beloved father—his smile was completely frozen because of another message that came to his ears.

Thranduil couldn't remember how he got back to the Great Green Forest. He seemed to be walking very quickly, but also seemed to be walking very slowly. He only knew that his mind was blank.The attendants kept coming forward to persuade him to change into a bloody coat, but he refused all of them. On the way home, the blood coagulated due to the scorching sun, and the material of the clothes and his skin were tightly stuck together. The numb body became heavier.

The Steward Galian stood at the foot of the steps in front of the palace to meet him. He had a strange expression on his face, smiling from the bottom of his heart even though his face was full of tears, and the servants around him did the same.Galion carefully held a swaddle in both hands - exactly the same as what Thranduil had seen in his dream - their child.

"We tried our best, but we still couldn't protect her..." Galian walked towards him with the baby in his arms, tears rolling down his cheeks, "The forest has become more and more unsafe in the past year. In order for her to give birth safely, The little prince made the greatest efforts... In the end, she bravely blocked the shadow in the darkness for her child, but she herself..."

Thranduil stood on the spot like a lonely tree, and his tall and straight figure couldn't hide his desolation.He thought that standing in front of his homeland would be enough to protect everything he held dear, but he didn't expect the shadows to eat away at the forest anyway.Protect our children, Thranduil.It turned out that it was not just a dream, but also her last entrustment...

"We will never find her again, Your Highness, she left when the shadow disappeared..."

"Call me 'King', Galion," Thranduil's calm voice revealed majesty and firmness, but there was also heavy fatigue, "She is not the only one who left...Bring that crown, Fino .”

Therefore, at the beginning of their return home, there were no more complicated ceremonies, only under the silent gaze of the forest and the subjects, Thranduil took the crown that had been quietly passed from his father's head a long time ago with his blood-stained hands. The crown that had slipped was firmly on his head.

"Now it's really mine."

After a brief silence, he suddenly took a big step, stepped straight in front of Galian, and stared straight at the baby in his arms—the blurred sleeping face in his dream suddenly became clear.

Slightly trembling fingers stretched out to that innocent little face, but immediately withdrew them as if electrocuted.

"Your Majesty?" Gallian gave him a puzzled look, trying to hand him the child in his arms.

"No, Galian," Thranduil said to stop him, "I can't hug him yet, and I can't hug him until I wash all the blood from my body."

At this moment, the baby in Gary'an's arms suddenly woke up. Under the long eyelashes were the same soft blue eyes as the mother's, and the slender hair on the top of the head was the same dazzling golden color as the father's—the most brilliant in the world. The brilliance of jewelry is nothing more than that.The little guy just woke up, looked around with confusion and curiosity, and finally his eyes fell on Thranduil, who was only a step away from him, and his innocent smile like a new green leaf instantly melted the last wave in Thranduil's heart line of defense.

From now on, I will protect you forever... Sighing in his heart, Thranduil gently stroked the ring inherited from his father on the index finger of his left hand, facing his subjects, and solemnly spoke again as if making an oath.

"Under my protection, under the blessing of the forest, we will rebuild our homeland and hope together."

His eyes turned back to the little face that was still facing him, and the name was blurted out almost at the same time, like the first song of hope played by the stream when the ice and snow melted in early spring——

"Legolas, my boy, Legolas..."