[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

It's so quiet... He seems to have fallen into the boundless void, unable to feel his own eyes, his own limbs, his own heartbeat... The world has never been so silent, empty, and hopeless, and the only consciousness is struggling Not wanting to be swallowed by the silent nothingness, every second is a torture that is tens of thousands of times more painful than heart beating...

Until that clear voice sounded.

"Ada...Ada..."

The warm touch made the blood in his body flow again, and a pair of small hands were eagerly shaking him, reminding him of his greatest nostalgia in the world of Arda.

"Ada, wake up...I'm having that nightmare again...I'm so scared..."

The power of life returned to his body with a gentle call, he sat up almost immediately, and spoke before his eyes were fully opened.

"Don't be afraid, little green leaf, Ada is here, Ada will never leave you..."

What came into view was not the little aggrieved and panicked face that he expected—his child had already grown up, and now he was standing in front of him with his back to him, although his face turned back to the side, it seemed to be covered with a mask. A strange halo, beautiful but indistinct.

"Ada, I've grown up, you let me go."

That faint turn took away all the colors of returning to the earth in an instant, but he could only watch his child leave, as if this was the established ending, and no one had the ability to change it...

"Legolas!"

The hasty call brought back the light and breath of reality, and those phantoms disappeared as soon as the eyes were opened, and what was reflected in the blue eyes was the finely crafted white dome depicting the heroic deeds of the ancient elf king.

"You finally woke up."

A deep and soft voice sounded faintly, reminding Thranduil of his true situation.He wanted to sit up, but as soon as he exerted a slight force, he was attacked mercilessly by the flood of pain—he sighed, and fell back into the soft pillow weakly.

"It's time to show off." Another more familiar voice sounded, it was Fino.

Imratri's master walked slowly towards the bed, watching Thranduil calmly on the hospital bed. I haven't seen him in 1000 years, and Elrond has hardly changed, except that the sharp military uniform has been replaced by a more stable lord's robe. Time does not give him an aging appearance like a mortal, but gives him the endless wisdom deposited in his eyes .

"Thank you, Elrond." After a brief silence, a weak but still sincere and powerful voice sounded.

"Sometimes, the power of Eldar in my body is also very limited. It is your strong willpower that supports you to overcome the most dangerous difficulties."

Thranduil nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Fino.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Five days."

"Five days?" His voice was a little louder, "Have you stayed here, Fino? Then I order you to leave now, and return to Legolas quickly, assist him, take care of him, and put an end to any rumors Get it to his ears, otherwise—"

"Follow the king's order." Fino didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he bowed his hand to his heart, and quickly left the room.

Can he really completely hide it from his son?Thranduil sighed, and turned to look at Elrond: "When will I recover?"

"The venom in your body has not been completely removed, my friend, it will take a long time for you to fully recover..."

"No, Elrond, I want to know when I will be able to get out of bed, walk, and move normally—not necessarily fully recovered, but only as far as I can hold myself."

He was worried, he had to return to his son as soon as possible.

Some kind of light flashed through those wise eyes, and Elrond was not in a hurry to answer his question, but looked up thoughtfully at the ancient legends depicted on the dome.

"The heroic appearance of ancient heroes has never really passed away. In this way, they are endlessly admired by future generations. With the hands of painters, the throat of singers, and the pen of scholars, the heroic deeds of the past will always be passed down forever... ...defending the country, sincere friendship, touching love...but hardly ever touches on the greatness of a father."

"Because a father is always used to silence and concealment." Thranduil sighed softly.

Elrond withdrew his gaze and landed on Thranduil again: "You love your child more than anything else, but have you ever thought, Thranduil, can you really protect him like this forever?"

Fino also asked himself the same question, but the former was just a joking joke, while the latter's calm voice contained another completely different emotion, like a hidden thing in a river that flows quietly in the dark , making Thranduil feel an uneasy premonition.

As for the Lord of the Ryndale, the Wise Master, the descendant of Beren and Lucien, Thranduil could not have known him much in the short seven years of the War of the Last Alliance, when they had not even had the chance to do so now. Generally speaking quietly.Elrond may not be a radiant and brave warrior on the battlefield, but when everything is quiet, it seems that the wisdom of all things in the world is pouring into those deep eyes, reminding everyone that there is a mixture of Maia, Another power in the blood of the Eldar, the Edenians, a stronger but sadder power.

"Are you..." Under such gaze, Thranduil couldn't deceive himself to ignore the hint, "What did you foresee?"

The lord nodded slightly: "I did see your future from you - one of the many futures, because the deep wound on your body has declared your love for your only son so strongly, so it is in many futures. The future is so clearly visible."

"What the hell is that?" A chill of fear hit him more violently than the pain of the wound, prompting him to prop up his upper body on his elbows.Blood oozed from the incompletely healed wound, soaking the gauze—he didn't fall down when Elrond uttered that word, but lost all warmth in an instant.

"Separation, in the not-too-distant future, father and son will usher in a complete separation-but it is not the end, because the heavenly father Iluvita has set a predetermined destiny for his firstborn children, and only the world of Arda Ultimate decline and total destruction is the end and end of the elves. Until then, the end of each journey is a symbol of a new beginning."

A new beginning... Thranduil didn't realize how he fell back on the bed. His body had never been so numb. He tried desperately to grasp the perception of everything, even the deepest pain, but it was useless .What's the point of a fresh start if Legolas will leave him?

No, if Little Green Leaf really leaves his life, that would be him, Thranduil's final end and doom.

The corner of his mouth pulled out a sad arc, and a dreamlike mist lingered in front of his eyes, moistening the corners of his eyes.

"Should I trust you, Elrond?"

Elrond turned sideways, and saw the figure walking in the yard through the open window at once.That was his beloved daughter Alwen, who lived in Golden Lorraine all year round, and she always came back to visit her father and brothers regularly.The gurgling water echoed her light and agile steps, and the autumn leaves gently caressed the corners of her skirt just like his love for her. Her beauty was more dazzling than the stars in the sky, too bright and dazzling, even surpassing Al The slow pace of reaching the world...

"If possible, I would rather choose not to believe in myself." Lord Lin Gu whispered slowly, closing his eyes.