[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

When a child's interest begins to shift from beautiful toys to bows and arrows, it is also the most troublesome moment for a father.Of course, as a competent father, the last thing he wants to do is to use too many adult rules to suppress his nature when the child grows up happily, which means that he has other aspects to worry about.

Thranduil had just finished dealing with tax issues, and leaned his back lightly on the throne to rest, but when the chief manager, Galian, was making a report in his ear, he couldn't really enjoy this rare moment of relaxation at all.

"Last week, His Highness broke two vases on the main hall. Last week, His Highness tore several pieces of clothes that had just been ordered because he was keen on wrestling games. Last week, His Highness suddenly rushed out from a corner. , yelling at the guards, 'Die, Balrog', the guards were so surprised that they overturned the jewelry box in their hands, and there are still two sapphires and three pearls that have not been found, and this week..."

Thranduil pressed the twitching eyebrows, and waved his hand to signal Galian not to speak any more.His son, his lively and lovely little green leaf, grew up according to his own nature as he hoped, and he did not disappoint himself... It's just that the destructive power contained in this nature is too great.

Legolas is growing up gradually. Although the elf's growth rate is very slow, so many years have passed, but in Thranduil's view, the elf would run into his father's room at night because he was awakened by a nightmare, The little fool who yelled "I want Ada to sleep with me" seemed to exist yesterday, and almost in the blink of an eye, this kid was already ignorant, naughty and bold enough to pretend to be a ghost cry under his father's window up.

He misses the little green leaf who is dependent on his arms. As a father, he certainly looks forward to the growth of little green leaf.

At the age of 20, Legolas began to learn the most basic archery and riding lessons with other noble young elves-Finuo, the captain of the guard who was also their teacher, believed that knives and swords were too old for them at present. Dangerous, and the elves have never bothered to use wooden swords as a substitute-when appropriate, they will directly train these little warriors with short swords and short knives.Thranduil deeply agrees with his opinion and decision.

Legolas has all the extraordinary vigor that an elf of the same age can have. Most of the time he smiles and bends his eyes. The corners of his mouth lightly and the end of his eyes are soft like his mother. When he is not smiling, he is serious. Seriously, he looks very much like his father.Once, when he lost to Eman in an archery quiz, the stubbornness and pride that had been inherited from his father were on full display.When Thranduil went from the council hall to the restaurant, he found only the pouting elf in the empty courtyard, aiming at the target with his precious little bow.

Galian, who was at the edge of the school grounds, saw the king coming, hurried forward and said with some embarrassment: "His Royal Highness refused to go to eat, he said that he must practice until he hits the bull's-eye four times in a row."

"Why four times?"

"Because Eman scored three times in a row, that is the best result today."

Thranduil looked at his son's profile, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised.The young elf's bow and arrow and the distance between the body and the bull's-eye cannot be compared with the adult elf's, but the small body standing there at the moment shows stability and determination beyond its age.

"Let him go." Finally Thranduil said.

Legolas practiced very late that day, until night fell, and he finally managed to hit three arrows in a row—in fact, this was already more remarkable than Eman, after all, it was more difficult to shoot at night than during the day.But the little elf was still unwilling to give up, and it was not until the moon had climbed high up the treetops that he finally fulfilled his wish. After hitting four arrows in a row, he held up a small bow and circled around in circles cheering.

It's just that he doesn't know how long he has been practicing in the yard, and how long another person has been watching him from the sidelines.The small figure danced under the moonlight, but the tall body was hidden in the corner, watching him silently without any trace.

But now, faced with his son's increasing destructive ability, Thranduil obviously can no longer just stand aside silently and just watch.He held his forehead and thought about it... no, can such a small problem make it difficult for the king of the green forest?A good father can also be another way.

He gave a mysterious smug smile.

After dealing with the government affairs, Thranduil walked towards the garden.By now the elf would have finished his morning lessons and finished his lunch with his mates - usually the restless little guy plays around there during the afternoon recess.

While walking, Thranduil was thinking about what he was going to say to his son later, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth because of the image of his son that appeared in his mind.In the entire Great Green Forest, probably only Legolas dared to unscrupulously destroy the king's property, and was he really angry?

No, as long as he sees that smile that is as gentle and bright as the sun, he will never be able to really get angry.

He was engrossed in his thoughts, and walked slowly towards the corner of the corridor—when Thranduil returned from reverie to reality, the wine barrel had already rolled towards him rapidly, and was about to be crushed He dragged the hem of his robe on the ground—

Thranduil, the great king, the once mighty warrior's blood has not solidified because of decades of stable life - even if he was a little slowed down due to distraction, that tall figure still jumped up lightly, A beautiful arc was drawn in mid-air, and it landed firmly on the spot.His movement was so fast that almost no one present could see it clearly. By the time they realized it, His Majesty the King had stood upright without changing his expression. The previous light movement seemed to be just a flash of white light passing through the bushes. Short but memorable.

The guards and servants nearby couldn't help but let out small sighs of admiration. They hadn't been able to appreciate the king's heroic posture for a long time—but they quickly lowered their heads and shut up after seeing the sharp eyes cast by the king.

"Legolas!" Thranduil stood still, his stern voice grabbed the little elf hiding around the corner like a hand - Legolas hesitated for a while, or walked out.

"Ada, you are amazing." He approached Thranduil, folded his hands obediently, and raised his head to look at his father in admiration.

"Don't do this with me, you..."

"They all say that Ada is very powerful, and I want to see it with my own eyes." Legolas stretched out a hand and shook his father's arm gently, "I want to see more, Ada, will you teach me how to practice the sword next time? good?"

Legolas, his little green leaf, has grown from the pink ball in the past to a slender sapling. He is now almost as tall as his father's waist, and Thranduil had to admit, This look of raising his chin and looking up is more lethal than when he was in his arms and looked at him in the past.

"Now is not the time." Thranduil smiled and gently rubbed his son's blond hair.

Legolas pouted.

"There are more important things to talk about now," Thranduil remembered his purpose and resumed his serious look, "Legolas, as far as I know, your mischievousness is increasing day by day, you are not only destroying the king riches, still disturbing the work of his subjects..."

"But His Majesty the King allowed Legolas to frolic and play to his heart's content... within reason?" the elf argued.

"That's true, but do you think your little tricks are 'reasonable'?"

The elf held his chin and thought for a while, then showed a sweet smile: "Ada said not to cause trouble for others, so Legolas has always been obedient...and everyone has always liked me, I never You can see it with the smiles on their faces.”

This is the truth, Thranduil rubbed his forehead.In the whole big green forest, he is not the only one who loves this innocent and lovely green leaf - almost everyone can't really get angry with him, and even wish to be with His Royal Highness by his side.The subjects called their only prince "The Birth of Hope", and the Green Leaf Prince who grew up day after day did not live up to this title. He seemed to have the special ability bestowed by Vala because of his preference - he was Vala Best wishes to a world that has suffered so much.

So even if Legolas ran all over the palace and knocked everyone to the ground, they would probably all get up laughing...

Me too, Thranduil thought, but he still stretched out his finger and tapped the elf's forehead as punishment.

"And what about Ada's vase, gems, and pearls?"

The little elf smiled guiltyly, looked at his father's serious face, and gently tugged at his father's cuff: "Ada, are you angry?"

How could I be really angry... But what I said was: "Of course, your mischief gave Ada a headache, of course Ada will be angry..."

The elf lowered his head, but Thranduil took the little hand that let go of him, and knelt down to look at his son.

"Play a game with Ada, and I won't be mad at you anymore."

"Really?" Legolas' long eyelashes fluttered with interest, "What game?"

"Well... the game of burglars. Listen up, Legolas, the rules of the game are this: You must move as silently as a breeze through the palace without knocking over a thing or disturbing anything." Anyone - if that's the case, the identity of the burglar will be exposed, and the game will be over, which means you lose, and Ada will punish you at that time... Well, let me think about it, I will punish you for pushing the wine barrel all over the place The whole palace, since you like to use it so much to attack your father."

Legolas tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked again, "What if I win?"

"Then Ada will of course reward you—just use three months as a deadline, okay? If you can be a burglar for three months, Ada will—"

"I want Ada to stay with me for several days, teach me archery, accompany me to ride a deer, take me to play in the forest..."

"Legolas, you can't be so greedy!"

The excited elf quieted down, lowered his eyelashes and shook his father's arm pitifully: "Then Ada will stay with me for one day a month, okay?"

Innocence and melancholy shone in the clear blue eyes, Thranduil softened his heart, and said, "I will accompany you one day every week."

"Deal!" The elf immediately raised his head and cheered.

Thranduil suddenly felt something was wrong: "Wait, Legolas, did you show that expression on purpose just now?"

Legolas kissed his father on the cheek, then quickly turned around and slipped away. While running, he turned his head and smiled and shouted, "Now I'm a green leaf burglar! Ada, you can't go back on your word!"

Watching the cheerful figure go away, Thranduil was also immersed in the happiness left by his son... until he suddenly realized that there were two servants in the garden who were covering their mouths and sniggering, then he quickly stood up and used the king's unique He glared at the two men with stern eyes—the servants hurriedly lowered their heads and put on a sullen face.

But the happiness at this moment was not lost because of the change in expression.