[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

As Thranduil expected, the next day's government affairs were heavy. In addition to discussing with the Minister of Finance how to develop trade with humans to improve the economic situation of the Great Green Forest, he also personally inspected the restoration project of the forest near the palace. .

When I returned to the forest a few months ago, due to the invasion of shadows, many forest areas in the big green forest were scorched and withered as if they had been burned by fire. The Forest Elf wept again.And their king, Thranduil, the new master of the Great Greenwood, wearing his father's crown, walked slowly and solemnly through the blackened bushes under the eyes of everyone - the wind rose up wherever he went, pouring The suffocating dark space gently awakens the wounded and sleeping forest children.

In a secret corner where no one noticed, Thranduil sighed and stroked the ring on his left index finger.This kind of power is destined to make you give rather than take—the voice of your father before he died still lingers in your ears.So in the end he gave up using that too old power, gave up binding himself completely to the forest prematurely, and just chanted softly while stroking the trees, hoping to relieve the pain that remained on them that hadn't dissipated.

And the forest, their homeland, his children, was stronger than he imagined, and it didn't take long for it to grow rapidly with a gratifying trend.Under such circumstances, Thranduil organized the subjects to start rebuilding some defensive projects. Even though the era of peace is now ushered in, every heart that has experienced war cannot allow it to be taken lightly.In addition, Thranduil also spent a lot of thought on building a natural temple in the forest.Before the war came, the forest elves were lively and happy by nature, and they especially liked to have feasts and parties in the forest. Now that the war is over, the king and his subjects hope to restore the past happy time.

After the inspection, it was already too dark, so Thranduil went to the nearest minister's house to rest for a while, waiting to return to the palace the next day.The fatigue of the day can easily make people fall asleep, but when he is lying on the bed, he can't help thinking of the little guy in the cradle.This feeling is very strange, obviously they are still within the scope of the big green forest, but they seem to be separated by too long a distance, which makes him wish to turn into the wind and run back immediately, kissing that innocent and cute little face again.

Although it took him a long time to finally fall asleep, he was miraculously free from nightmares that night.Perhaps it was because he was lying in the New Forest under his care and protection, or perhaps it was because of the smiling face that kept flashing in his mind-the stars dispelled the ghosts of the night like the light of the stars.

After returning to the palace the next day, Thranduil used the excuse of changing clothes to go back to the bedroom, and stopped when passing Legolas' room on the excuse of passing by, and opened the door to enter.

The nanny was hugging the little prince, and Galian was teasing him with a lot of wooden carved toys.Legolas opened his eyes and looked again and again, finally he made up his mind and chose a small wooden deer, and put it on his lips and kissed it like a baby.

Thranduil raised a hand, stopped Galian and the nanny who were about to salute, and approached the little baby who was playing with a toy.

Legolas' eyes lit up when he saw him coming, and with the wooden fawn in one hand, the other immediately reached out to grab his hair—as it had done that night.

Thranduil frowned and took a step back, but when his son's big innocent eyes revealed disappointment, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, so he had to surrender, and slowly leaned over, allowing Legolas to hold him firmly. At the same time, he watched the expressions of the other two with a little wariness and tried hard to keep the hairstyle neat.

And Galian's words softened a hard corner of Thranduil's heart in an instant: "Your Highness likes His Majesty's hair very much, maybe even he has discovered that his hair is exactly the same as his Ada."

That's right, Thranduil stretched out a hand and gently stroked the fine hair on his son's sideburns. Although it was too weak and slender at the moment, it would not take long for them to grow, and to grow tenaciously with the father's symbol.

Legolas played for a while, and suddenly dropped the wooden deer to the ground. Seeing him struggling restlessly in the nanny's arms, Thranduil was thoughtful, then raised his hand to stop it, and was about to bend over Galian who picked up toys.

"Let him pick it up by himself," Thranduil said.

"But...Your Majesty," Galian said in confusion, "Your Highness is still too young to walk by himself..."

"Then let him learn from now on." Thranduil looked at those beautiful blue eyes and said with a smile, "the little guy may not want to be hugged, but wants to walk quickly by himself."

The nanny who had been taking care of the little prince for a long time seemed to plead a little distressed: "It's dangerous for such a small child to let him learn to walk, Your Majesty..."

"My son of Thranduil is not so weak and incompetent, do as I tell you."

Galian and the nanny looked at each other, and then stopped again when they saw the king who had already turned away, and told them with a sideways face: "But remember to lay two more layers of thick velvet blankets on the floor of the room."

Sometimes something comes across by accident, and after tasting the sweetness it brings, it will be as difficult to quit as an addiction-even for the great king of the Great Greenwood.Since then, he has rarely had nightmares, but he has never had a good rest, because he has developed a habit of getting up quietly in the middle of the night and walking out of the bedroom with bare feet.

If the first time was justifiable because he was frightened by a nightmare, then the countless times after that the majestic king really sneaked into his son's bedroom like a thief.Every time he told himself, no, Thranduil, you can't do this anymore.But after a few days he couldn't help playing the comical burglar again.

It's just that what he, the burglar, stole was not any jewelry, but a smile that was more dazzling and precious than any jewelry in the world.

He was used to letting Legolas pull his blond hair without frowning. Didn't he love his blond hair so much because he realized that only the person in front of him had the same hair as his own?Of course, most of the time in the middle of the night, the children in the cradle just fell asleep quietly, and Thranduil stood aside and watched him quietly, and then gently lifted the quilt to check the baby without waking him up. Elf body.

He was so worried that he would get hurt in the process of learning to walk, but whether it was the protection of the blanket or the talent that his son must have, every inch of Legolas' skin was still smooth.And according to Galian, he can now run a few steps unsteadily.He was just such a small child, and he already made his father proud.

Then he will be able to speak soon.Every parent hopes that the first words their children leave in this world are the warmest words, and Thranduil is no exception. He is a king, but he is also a father.He longed to hear that word, he wished he hadn't missed the first and greatest gift every child can give its parents.

Even on a certain night, Thranduil boldly hugged his son who woke up suddenly with his healed left arm—whether the nanny would go crazy if he woke up and saw the empty cradle—and thus came to the bedroom outside the bedroom. In the corridor, he held him firmly in the gentle night wind, and walked silently into the woods illuminated by the silver moonlight.

Legolas in his arms was visibly excited, probably because he had never been in the forest at night.He babbled and uttered some immature childish voices, pointing to the moon in the sky for a while, and clapping his hands when he was amused by the occasional noises made by small animals in the forest.He moved restlessly in his father's arms, just when Thranduil was about to let him down, the elf suddenly raised his cheek, and threw himself on his father's chin to kiss him.

Thranduil looked at his giggling son in his arms, and asked softly, "Who taught you?"

The answer to him was a slap that was neither light nor heavy - Legolas slapped his father's face with his hand, seeming to find it particularly amused.Thranduil shook his head helplessly, and carefully placed his son on a stable branch that was as high as his chest.

"I'm your Ada." He said solemnly as if announcing an important message, the elf stopped smiling, and tilted his head to look curiously at the solemn man with a gentle smile on his face, who didn't even know how to As he spoke, he seemed to have noticed that this was the first time his father showed such an expression when the two were alone.

Thranduil approached that small body, gently embraced him, and pressed his forehead against his son's.

"Would you like to give me... the best gift?"

His answer was still a light slap and pain from the root of his hair.Thranduil laughed loudly, and the laughter melted into the forest, causing the green leaves to sway gently in the wind.How long has it been since he laughed so boldly and boldly?He doesn't remember, he just knows that this night will be one of the best memories of his life until he actually hears the most beautiful words in the world.