[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

When the guards came to report the information, Thranduil's hand was still slowly stroking his son's blond hair, comforting the tired child who was sleeping on his lap.Before the guards knocked on the door, he keenly signaled him to silence with his eyes, and Legolas, who seemed to be able to close his eyes and sleep completely peacefully only under the protection of his father, did not wake up because of this slight change.

Thranduil carefully lifted his son's face and placed it on the cushion on one side. The child was finally able to relax completely. Even if the difficulties and pain he faced after waking up were still unabated, the father also hoped that This moment can stay longer.

"He claims to be Captain Emman's friend, and he won't say anything else." The guard followed the king's footsteps.

Then he is the Ranger of the North that Legolas said.Thranduil's heart sank slightly, but he didn't say much.Everyone was immersed in the shock and sadness from the bad news, even he was no exception. Before that, they had never paid attention to the human being who appeared in the story.

Humans that shouldn't be there.Now Thranduil decided so while walking briskly.Because of the trade relationship, the Forest Kingdom often comes into contact with people from Long Lake Town, and Thranduil doesn't like those people. In his opinion, they are too greedy and ignorant. Hunting and killing of spiders and other poisonous substances.To put it simply, as a king, Thranduil didn't like people other than his subjects wandering in the forest, especially humans with complex thoughts and ignorance...a ranger?Thranduil frowned, as if just saying the name lightly was enough to destroy the peace of the forest.

However, when he confronted the stranger whom he identified as an unexpected visitor, even the dim light in the dungeon could not conceal the majesty of the man's face and the astonishment it left in his heart.Thranduil had to admit that up to this moment, he still couldn't say he had any good feelings for this ranger from the north, but the admiration born of that face often had nothing to do with good feelings.

Unlike those Changhu people who broke into the forest without authorization, that person stood quietly in the center of the cell, a face that was still young but had already been imprinted with time was half hidden in the shadows, his calmness seemed to be It stems from an innate trait that makes it impossible to have a little contempt or contempt for him from his dusty coat and unruly appearance.

But Thranduil still didn't like this man, especially when those gray eyes turned to him with a kind of indifference and indifference, this feeling became stronger in the king's heart.It is impossible to determine whether it is a clear sight of the essence, or it is just an illusion-such a person, who comes from outside the forest they don't understand, possesses qualities they don't understand, but they must be kings.

So the dialogue between the king and the king is concise and clear.

"Why did you come to our forest?"

What had been said to Legolas that night, Aragorn the Ranger repeated in a shorter form.The threats in the entire forest seemed to be less oppressive than the pair of bright blue eyes in front of him, so he carefully concealed his emotions, calm and composed, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Those blue eyes were always watching him with a kind of indifferent vigilance.

"But you call yourself Eman's friend, why? For what purpose did you not only enter my forest, but also my palace?"

A smile floated on the corner of Ranger's mouth, softening his serious and tense facial lines together with the moonlight pouring in from the gap in the window.

"Because I am his friend," he said bravely, looking straight into those eyes, "even if I can't save him, I still have the obligation and responsibility to bring his last heart back to his home."

"Why should I trust you?" Thranduil narrowed his eyes, "You don't even want to show your true colors."

"I believe in him."

The soft voice sounded behind him, attracting the two of them to turn their heads at the same time.Legolas appeared at the door of the cell. After waking up from a short sleep, he still couldn't hide the sleepiness and exhaustion on his face, but the eyes he looked at Aragorn were extremely sincere.When the two people in front of him were momentarily surprised by his appearance, Legolas walked lightly to his father's side--while looking up at his father, his father's hands leaned over and gently supported his shoulders .

"I'm fine, Adar," Legolas put his hand on his father's, smiled slightly, and then turned his head to look at the silent Aragorn again, "I'm also a friend of Eman, from childhood to adulthood— —So we can be honest with each other, please tell me... Eman's last thoughts."

Without hesitating any longer, Aragorn sighed in an almost inaudible voice, his voice was still flat but filled with another emotion: "Tesir."

Tessier.Just like the meaning of the song in the wind contained in it, the short sound of the word gently passed between the ears of everyone, as if it came from a warm summer night.

"That is the name and blessing he wished to give to the child," Aragorn continued. "After we fought side by side for the first time, he told me his intention. It's a pity that he didn't have time to say the same to you Listen, it's a pity that he can't even take a look at the child who is full of concern..."

The end of the lonely voice seems to symbolize the end of the weak song in the wind.However, after only experiencing a moment of sadly lowering his eyes, Legolas immediately raised his head again, staring at the ranger very firmly.

"Then we'll call him Tessier."

The young elf responded to his father's questioning eyes with a faint smile, but another familiar smiling face appeared in front of him like a phantom.It was the smiling face he had seen, Eman's smiling face, when they had left their former home in the South.

"You don't have to be sad, Legolas, we don't have to be sad." At that time, Eman lightly clasped his companion's shoulders as he did countless times before, with a smile as warm as a spring breeze, "I believe in our king, I believe that we must There is a day to return home, and I believe that as long as the song in our hearts is not extinguished, there will always be hope."

Several months later, under the leadership of the king, the forest elves worked together to eliminate the evil force that suddenly invaded the kingdom. While ushering in the victory, they also ushered in the funeral of their lost companions.When those fragmented and decayed bodies were finally found, almost everyone couldn't bear to look at them any longer. They could only cover them with slender branches and leaves with a faint fragrance in their hands, sending their last blessing with the warmth of the forest.

Aragorn the Ranger also attended the funeral, still as a friend of Ayman.Among the elves holding flowers and silver vases gently surrounding the grave, his silent figure is like a tree standing in the shadows—but when the sun shines, those who seem to have clinged tightly to the tomb The dust on his body scattered into the air.

The whole forest seemed to tremble when the dirge sounded.Anormir was too sad to stand still, and the elf, who had been protected by her before, waited for an opportunity to break free from her mother's arms and ran towards the graves that were being gently covered by the soil.

"Tessier..." Anomir let out a weak cry, but it immediately turned into a sob.

The actions of the brown-haired elf caught everyone off guard. His dexterous figure passed through one elf after another who was too late to stop him. He had just learned to walk, and he had just begun to learn to speak. He was too young to understand Everything that has happened and is going on.

"Tessier." Legolas stepped forward lightly, bent over and hugged him with both hands the moment the elf lightly bumped into his legs.

"Tessier..." Legolas sighed again, kissing the forehead of the child in his arms.

"Ada?" The elf suddenly reached out and touched the tip of Legolas' nose with his small hand, and then touched a strand of blond hair brushing his cheek.He looked at it carefully, as if comparing it with his own brown hair, with a naive but distressing persistence that only belonged to young children, and finally his eyes fell on Legolas' cheek again, and his clenched hands Let go at the same time.

He looked at Legolas suspiciously for a while, then wriggled his small body in Legolas' arms and looked back - where Ann lay there unable to respond to his father anymore.

Legolas held him tighter, one hand gently turning his face to his neck, and his own eyes, looking at the grave, were already filled with tears.

Thranduil still didn't like the ranger from the north, even though he visited the Mirkwood again and again after that, even though his people slowly accepted him like Eman once, even though he was more Do's identity is gradually revealed over time - he still holds a non-hostile indifference towards him.That feeling, as if a too young and completely unfamiliar force suddenly broke into the ancient forest he was sheltering and guarding. Is the dazzling light flowing down like the sun a good thing or a good thing for the forest that has been silent for too long? Bad thing, Thranduil has lived for too long, so he can't give a definite answer.

"Aragorn—perhaps I should call you Estelle, and what news have you brought us from afar?"

When another spring came as promised and melted the snow in the forest, the smile Legolas gave to the ranger who came from afar was as bright and gentle as the spring breeze. Perhaps only the still young life can accept that without reservation. shares the same youthful force.

"Perhaps my words are as unpopular as my people." Aragorn stood still under the tree and looked up at the elves hiding in the bushes. They still held bows and arrows in their hands, but they had already determined that they were friends rather than elves. The appearance of the enemy assumes a relaxed posture.

"That's not fair." Legolas raised his eyebrows, jumped from the tree to the human side, narrowed his eyes and looked at the human being, "My father never felt sorry for you."

"Except for putting me in the dungeon for the first time."

"Do all men hold grudges as you do, Aragorn?"

The two friends smiled and walked side by side into the forest, and the long-frozen river sang again at their feet and ran away into the distance.

"I met the wizard Gandalf, and he told me something about the changing situation in this world."

"You mean Mythrandil? It's been a long time since he visited the forest," Legolas sighed, "since we moved north."

"He is always willing to be seen when he is seen," Aragorn showed a slightly deep smile, "That doesn't mean he has left the forest."

"Really? Then what did he say to you?"

"The shadow that threatens us all," Aragorn's footsteps stopped suddenly, "when people thought that the evil stronghold in the southern part of the forest had been cleared, that person fled to Mordor cunningly. Now the Black Tower of Balador Already towering over the dark skies of Mordor, that man's servants have once again occupied Dol Guldur... There is also a split within the White Order, my friend, Gandalf does not believe that the White-robed wizard has lost control of the Lord of the Rings. The rhetoric that has flowed into the sea, now we can be said to be facing threats from all sides - of course everything is under the control of that person."

"That man... are you afraid of mentioning his name?"

Legolas looked at his best friend sincerely, but the other party only responded with a faint smile.

"No," Aragorn's voice was very soft, but with unquestionable firmness, "I am waiting for the day when I will call out his name aloud when I meet him face to face-that is my destiny, and I may be like my ancestors. That fall into darkness may also restore the glory of the Númenoreans."

"You have found your direction." Legolas smiled with approval and blessing.

"Yes, in this turbulent era, we all need to find our own direction... and the forest elves always give me a special feeling, friends, you may never feel tired and hopeless, and never leave this land that has been The land you call home, isn't it?"

"Of course," Legolas followed the river with his eyes, "the forest nourishes and shelters us, and this is our home. We will never leave here, no matter what the price may be."

And I will never leave him... Even though the future is full of fog that Legolas cannot see clearly, that voice also rings so firmly in my heart.