[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

Looking at the flawless face leaning on his shoulder that was shining like a moonlight, and looking at his eyes that were as pure and soft as a young deer, Thranduil couldn't help but hold the child even tighter in his arms .That's fine, he hopes that his son will always have this look, to be a deer running mysteriously and freely in the forest, rather than a mighty lion licking his wounds alone... All the darkness and shadows are just As a father, he will bear and resist with his body. He will use all he has to protect the peace of this forest. The innocent and happy young deer in the book allows him to travel freely in the dense forest under his protection, and endless flowers bloom wherever the laughter passes.

The sword of Orifel reminded him of the pain in the past, but strengthened his determination for the present and the future, so he put the sword aside carefully with a smile, and picked up the wine glass again.Tonight, he should have fun.

"Ada," Legolas whispered in his ear, and at the same time gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, "The game is almost over, I'm going to win."

Thranduil squeezed his son's pink face while drinking: "The last day is not over yet, don't make any mistakes at this last moment, you mischievous little fellow—"

"No way," Legolas pouted, "Actually, it's easy to be a burglar, but..."

"Ok?"

"Ada," the elf put on a sweet smile, "if in the end you find that the Green Leaf Bandit is more powerful than you imagined, will you give him some extra rewards?"

"What are you planning again?" Thranduil asked, but his usual serious expression was completely gone, because his cheeks were flushed because of drinking too much.

"You will know when the time comes," Legolas said with a mysterious smile, "Well... His Majesty the King must keep his promise and not go back on his word."

Without waiting for Thranduil to agree, he jumped off the throne and joined the group of playful elves.Thranduil's eyes kept chasing that faint green figure, no matter how much he drank—he thought, he wouldn't really get drunk, as long as that burst of green light was always lingering in front of his eyes.

Later, in the memories of all the elves, they all remembered that their king drank a large amount of Dovinin that night, which was enough to set a new record, and they expressed their great gratitude to him for being able to return to the bedroom with a firm posture. Surprised and admired.At that time, he didn't ask anyone to help him, but just led Legolas back to the bedroom.

Father and son separated on the corridor, Legolas took off the small green leaf wreath above his head, and put it on his father's arm.

"Happy birthday, Ada, I wish you sweet dreams."

Thranduil half-kneeled on the ground, closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft kiss that fell on his cheek like a forest breeze that brought the sweet message of spring, his hands gently embraced that soft little body, he, Thranduil, The blood-bathed king lost almost everything, but he also possessed a magnificent treasure that eclipsed all the good things in the world—I hope that Vala would not regret and be jealous, and take back this most beautiful and precious gift.

He knows that he can't have such a hug forever, but he will always remember that his little green leaf once stayed in his arms so lightly and gently - this memory gave him courage and strength, and made him willing to protect him child and give everything.

That night was really just like his son's blessing to him, his dream was peaceful, stable, beautiful and beautiful.Thranduil believed that he had not had such a dream for a long, long time, or even never - after experiencing the hardships and pains of the final alliance.He dreamed that he would strike the sword of Orifel with his own hands, and stand on the spot like a mountain with the shining sword in his hand. There was no mourning and pain for the past, but only hope and affirmation for the future.

He stood in patches of rolling green ocean, and his heart had never been so stable and peaceful.The throbbing of the night seemed to still linger in my ears, and the mellow fragrance of Dovining still lingered in my mouth. This elf king, who had never let go of his guard at any moment, moved forward slowly, responding to the call ahead, getting more and more The deeper he went into the green light of hope... He reached the deepest layer of the dream, and felt a gentle and sweet night wind caressing his cheeks when he was in a daze, but he didn't wake up because of the wind and grass as usual, but Keep walking forward with a smile...

Waking up in the morning, Thranduil recollected the beauty of last night, and slowly got up to get dressed.While straightening his sleeves, he looked at the sword of Orifel hanging on the wall.Maybe one day, he will consider recasting this sword, holding it tightly in both hands to feel its power, after all, this is the sword left by his father...

Thranduil was daydreaming, when he suddenly saw a small hand stretched out from under the open window, shaking it gently.

"Legolas." Thranduil smiled and walked over, gently grasping the little hand.

"Ada!" The elf's bright smile suddenly appeared, "The game is over, you lost, you have to accept the punishment!"

Thranduil used a little force, grabbed his son by the collar and carried him in. When Legolas landed on the ground, he lost his balance and threw himself into his father's arms.

"Tell me," the father showed a rare pampering smile, looking at the innocent little face in his arms, "Do you want Ada to practice archery with you first or ride a deer?"

The elf was not in a hurry to speak, but buried his face in his father's arms, giggling endlessly.

"Ada..." The clear and sweet voice sounded, and it touched the softest corner of Thranduil's heart, causing him to unconsciously insert his fingers into his son's blond hair and stroke it carefully. , and then put his hands on his son's shoulders, holding him tighter in his arms.

This naughty boy, his little green leaf, seems to have not acted like this for a long time.In the long process of a child's growth, the child may not clearly remember how he grew up from a small dot - but the father will always remember how the little pink ball was safely and securely. Crying and laughing in my arms, I remember how the swaying little body circled around my feet, tightly embracing my father's legs with those slender arms and refusing to let go, remembering the day when I first learned how to run How the lithe body plunged into his arms like a gust of wind... Every hug, every kiss was a new and wonderful experience for him, similar but different every time, with the long years Unfolding, every growth of the child affects his heart. He will always remember every appearance of Little Green Leaf in the past, present, and future—they are deeply imprinted in the softest corner of his heart. The greatest gift a child can give a father.

And he also knew that he couldn't keep such a hug forever, so although Thranduil has always been calm and steady, deliberately avoiding too much pampering on his children, he still indulges himself occasionally, showing what a father can do. All the tenderness given to a child.

He picked up the young son in his arms, kissed his forehead, and said with a smile, "Ada will only be with you today, okay?"

Legolas had had enough laughing on his father's shoulder, looked up at his father and said seriously: "Ada, you must be willing to admit defeat."

"Of course, didn't Ada just say that she would stay with you all day?"

But the elf shook his head solemnly, and said: "It's not enough, Ada, have you forgotten what I said yesterday? If the burglars bring you new surprises, His Majesty the King will give you extra rewards accordingly." .”

It seems that there is such a thing... Thranduil thought for a while, stretched out his finger and tapped the elf's forehead: "What surprise does the burglar want to give me? Could it be that he found some treasure in some secret corner again? "

"A burglar worthy of the name should do something in line with his status." Legolas pointed to the big bronze mirror in front of the closet, motioning for his father to hug him, "Ada, you must have had a good dream last night, right?" ?When the leafy burglar sneaked in to kiss your cheek, your peaceful smile never woke up, and I," Legolas said proudly, "stolen your happiness and gave you more happiness ... am I right in saying that?"

I still feel like I am dreaming a dream, when Thranduil stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think so.The little elf, who had already been grinning from ear to ear, pointed to his father's cheek - there was still a light pink lip mark on it.

"I smeared strawberry juice on my lips—for evidence, Ada, you lose, long live the leafy burglars!"

Was Legolas too light and silent, or was he sleeping so peacefully that he didn't wake up when the kiss fell on his cheek?Maybe it's because all the restless and vigilant blood in his body can relax completely only when the green leaf approaches.

For all the guards and servants present, that day left a deep impression on them. It seemed that it was the first time for their king to visit the training ground in person. He took off the gorgeous robes and changed into simple and light attire, holding hands patiently Guided his children to practice archery.When the elf under him made a mistake or was distracted, he would also softly reprimand and seriously correct his posture, but in the eyes of others, their majesty the king could not have a more gentle and kind appearance than this.Even the court painter couldn't help but secretly drew this scene in a corner, and the two figures, one big and one small, would remain on the drawing paper forever under the sun.

For the rest of the day, Thranduil rode a deer with his son through the forest for a long, long time.Usually he preferred to ride horses and enjoy the windy speed, but Legolas, although he loved horses very much, divided his affection equally with every animal in the forest.He is the son of Thranduil, and the blood of the Sindar elves flows in his bones, but he was also born and raised in the Great Green Forest. He is a child of this forest. He loves this forest deeply and has established a relationship with it unique connection.

What really surprised Thranduil was the talent and ability displayed by the youngest son when they came to the small forest reborn near the palace again.Legolas approached the trees and flowers, smiled at them, and whispered to them, and the people of these forests swayed gently with the breeze, as if paying tribute to the prince of green leaves.

"Ada," Legolas asked back, "it's already spring, why haven't the new buds of the trees fully opened, and the flowers still refuse to bloom?"

"They have been hurt too deeply, my child, so it will take a long time to heal the pain in their hearts."

Listening to his father's words, Legolas nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the trees and flowers, and said with a smile, "I want to help them."

A miracle happened. When Legolas gently hugged or caressed those forest people, they had been reborn in the hands of Thranduil, and gained new comfort and strength in the hands of Prince Green Leaf—— The green buds stretched comfortably, and the tender buds smiled shyly. The breeze whispered the thanks and blessings of the entire forest to the prince's ears, curled his long golden hair, and brushed his slightly trembling eyelashes.

"Ada, look, even Nana is praising me!" The elf's cheerful laughter was intertwined with the soft wind.

It was only when Thranduil woke up from the shock and emotion that he noticed the change in the young son's face, and hurried forward to gently pull him away.Although Legolas was very tired, he reluctantly let go of the green tree in his hand.

"Ada, I want to hug them again..."

"Of course you can, little green leaf, but it's not today, you need to rest now." Thranduil looked at the exhausted young son in his arms, a faint feeling of distress flashed in his heart, and he was more sincerely proud of him.

"Ada, I'm so sleepy..." The elf lay on his father's chest, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Sleep, little green leaf, Ada and Nana will always be with you..." Thranduil picked up his son and jumped onto the tree trunk and sat down. He put Legolas on his arm and pulled the cloak over it His small body held him gently in his arms.

"Ada..." Legolas stretched out a hand and tugged at his father's blond hair, "An extra reward for the leafy burglar..."

The night came silently, and the starlight shed softly through the gaps in the green trees, and the shadows of white stars were clearly printed in those light blue eyes.

Thranduil caressed the young son's smooth cheeks with his hands, leaned over and kissed his forehead, but fell silent for a while, and a deep and soft singing sounded softly in the forest at night:

"The light of the stars, the light of the eternal stars,

The generous gift of Madame Alberes,

She is the most beautiful lover we will love forever.

Wherever the children of Iluvatar go,

When you look up, you can see the unchanging splendor and splendor.

Green forest, ever-growing green forest,

The magical syllables sung in the Ainu Grande,

It is our evergreen home that we love from generation to generation.

Why bother to search hard and look back at the past?

A new hope has taken root and grown.

My beloved, born with hope, my beloved,

Is Iluvatar's most merciful blessing and reward,

It is the perfect combination of immortal starlight and evergreen forest.

I will always love you, my green leaf,

Even the ends of Arda's world cannot erase this oath.

......"