[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

The winter snow melted faster than the forest elves imagined, and the sound of the originally happy Spring Awakening was like a sharp knife sharpening their hearts, because their majesty the king had warned them what they might have to face next .When the foe finally loses patience with their obstinate resistance, from the shadows of eroding light there will be a flame that can engulf all.

This time, perhaps, the last war, the true decisive battle, since all evil lurks in Middle-earth.

Thranduil ordered his warriors to build a line of defense with boulders, but the evil forces from Dol Guldur would not give them more time to breathe and prepare. Tessier, who disappeared in the flowing water, brought back the nightmare news.

His miraculously good luck of surviving could not stop the nightmare ahead. From his mouth, Thranduil learned that the entire Dol Guldur was almost pouring out, and an army composed of half-orcs and various monsters was heading towards They come—the power of Sauron, who controls everything behind the scenes, determines their strength.Thranduil couldn't help but wonder whether they could persist until the moment when the Lord of the Rings was thrown into the Doomsday Volcano, and whether the moment when the Lord of the Rings and Sauron were completely destroyed would really come.

The wound on Tessier's chest was still bleeding, and when he struggled to get up from the river, he was lucky enough to be helped by a stag in the forest, so that he could come back in time to tell the king and the king what he had seen while drifting in the river. compatriots.

Thranduil was really surprised when he saw the young elf came back alive. He thought he would ask him more questions, but in the end he just waved his hand and ordered the doctor to treat his wounds and send him away from the front line of the battle.

"No, Your Majesty," the young child pleaded earnestly with his stubborn face up, "I can still fight, please let me continue to stay by your side to protect you."

"Like what you did before?" Thranduil asked in a low voice.

It wasn't his illusion, he had so clearly glimpsed the twinkle in the young elf's eyes as he nodded.

"I rescind your pledge of allegiance to me, child," Thranduil's stern voice added a touch of softness, "you should rest instead of wielding the sword again."

"But..." the brown-haired elf hesitated at first, but his voice was extremely firm when he spoke again, "I promised His Highness Legolas that I will do my best to protect you, Your Majesty."

In this way, I understand everything.A voice sighed and echoed in Thranduil's heart.

"I respect your choice, Tessier." In the end, he just said so quietly and calmly, and turned to leave.

Thranduil has never been so powerless like this moment.And all he could do at this moment was to pace to a quiet place where no one was there, stretch out his arms and hug the tree trunk in front of him quietly—that kind of temperature still stayed on it.

In the dream, he never asked Legolas any questions again, and he no longer attempted to hug him tightly—the father and son looked deeply into each other's eyes in a brief silence.

The flames of battle were as swift and fierce as Thranduil had expected.The evil army controlled by Sauron has encroached on this land that should have been peaceful and happy, and tried to erode its pure soul with shadows and burn its strong and unyielding body with flames.The unfinished stone walls were easily destroyed by the enemy, flying beasts flew up and down the sky and dropped oil-soaked stones, and countless rockets burst from those huge black bows.The elf warriors stick to their promises, but they are still retreating steadily. The raging fire is engulfing every forest child they raise, and completely destroying the good old days they tried to rebuild.

This will be the most tragic battle that Thranduil has experienced in his life, because he has predicted what will happen next, but he is still powerless.

Sure enough, the forest began to fight back, composing a heroic and poignant war song in the raging fire.The pain continued to intensify, but the burning branches swung at the enemies gathered on both sides of Thranduil before they broke completely, and they also defended their king without hesitation before the last vitality was burned out.

Thranduil couldn't refuse this kind of sacrifice, so he could only wield the sword in his hand to cooperate in completing the common mission of the same body.

I accept that others died to protect me, in order to protect more people... In the firelight and singing, the voice of the past echoed in my ears.As a king, he has already recognized this iron truth; however, as a father, he has no way to face this kind of sacrifice calmly...

Do you think you have tried everything to hide from me, so I can't find out?The tall figure turned into a swift and painful wind, shuttling through all the evil bodies like overcoming thorns and thorns.I was too stupid to notice until the ring touched my fingertips... Legolas, my boy, you think you do...

"Ada, I love you."

Among the tragic sounds accompanied by the raging fire, a soft and firm voice blew past my ears like a spring breeze.It turned out to be spring already... Thranduil's eyes passed through all the flames, darkness and death, as if he had arrived at the hopeful land on the other side, where the green trees had just sprouted new buds, and the buds were shy and refused to bloom , the sound of running streams, the sweet smell of berries, all the young and happy figures... are all there.

Also here.At the moment when the situation changed, Thranduil suddenly realized.The sound of the burning fire faded, the enemies retreated and fled, and hope rose again in the singing of the forest elves.Thranduil was only stunned for a moment, then he raised his sword and led the soldiers behind him to kill the fleeing remnants.

The appearance of the forest elves running forward is like a billowing white wave, cleaning the soil of their homeland all the way, and their passionate song of victory echoes from the top of the wave—this time, they really won.

"They seem to have lost the support of their master," Fino said loudly, walking side by side with him, "Do you know what this means, Thranduil—Legolas and the others must have succeeded! Sauron is evil His soul has finally been completely destroyed!"

That's right, Thranduil looked into the distance - there, the forest reborn after the flames was calling for their king.He succeeded, his children never let him down, he is proud of him...but his heart aches even more.

Just because Legolas' success is not far away, but here, in every inch of this forest.

As time went by, the giant wave began to slow down. Although the forest where it went could not hide the tired and injured posture after the war, it also welcomed their arrival in a unique way.The elves began to rebuild the homeland invaded by the war. While cleaning up the filth left by the orcs, they planted a brand new flag on the territory again. In this way, they went south all the way to recover the lost land, walked through the lost and regained land, walked through all spring.

On the day at Summer's Gate, Thranduil met Celeborn of Lórien in the middle of the forest, sharing the victory that belonged to everyone.After negotiation, Thranduil took this land as a starting point and included the area up to the northern mountains into his king, while Celeborn obtained the forest south of Naros.

Celeborn named his realm "Eastern Lorien".The forest after the war seemed to breathe a little breath, and he walked in it, making almost the same sigh in a low voice.

"It's not 'Mirkwood' anymore."

And Thranduil, the land that rests under their feet at this moment, has a far-reaching significance.Once here, he took over the throne and rebuilt the Great Greenwood; once here, he witnessed countless happy smiles of young elves; once here, he promised his sons that they would come back again.

The towering oak tree is still waiting in place, and starting today, he will join its side, waiting with it for the return of that young and happy figure.

"'Mirkwood' is a thing of the past, now it's 'Greenleaf Forest'."

A pale white light faintly leaked from behind the former throne, attracting Thranduil to quicken his pace.He thought of the so-called miracle in Fino's mouth, and couldn't help but smile from the corner of his mouth.

He thought that all the pain was over.

He thought that he would wait for his favorite child in the newly born forest.

But the miracle stopped there, and Legolas never returned to the forest renamed after him. Although his heart is still here, his figure has long been lost in the distance.