[Lord of the Rings] Green Leaf's Blessing

When Legolas turned 150, two landmark events happened.

First, he was cut by his own sword for the first time in training—for this accident, Legolas insisted that he slipped and hit the blade while avoiding the attack of his companions, and his teacher Fino But I think this injury is a good lesson for His Royal Highness.And when Thranduil rushed into the medical room like a gust of wind, everyone's faces darkened, as if a storm was coming soon.

"Legolas, what's going on!" His Majesty the King roughly pushed away the doctor who was guarding his son, and glared angrily at the left arm whose bleeding had been stopped just now—beside the arm was a pile of blood. The gauze, which looked like a father's frightened heart.

"What's going on?" Fino, the captain of the guard, snorted aside, as if he didn't take the king's fuss seriously, "As a future forest warrior, His Highness's first injury is already too late... It is very common for a child to wander in the forest all day, with wolves and wild beasts, bleeding and injuries..."

"Legolas is no ordinary child, he is my son." Thranduil glared at his subordinate and friend.

"I can't agree more," Fino met his gaze without flinching, "so there will be more trials waiting for the king's son, so what's the point of shedding a little blood?"

In the entire palace, apart from His Royal Highness, Fino was probably the only one who dared to talk back to the king, and His Royal Highness usually played the most gentle role, and it was the same at this moment. He struggled to adjust his sitting posture, stretched out his good right arm and pulled it. Father's coat.

"I'm fine, Fino is right, this injury is nothing...Adar."

That's another iconic thing.Hearing the clear words, Thranduil's eyebrows seemed to throb even more violently.This is not the first time he has heard this word. Legolas suddenly changed his name a few days ago, and every day since then, "Adar" has replaced "Ada", and he accepts it with a smile , but it still took a long time to get used to such a change.

Iluvatar gave his beloved firstborn son a long and endless life and a slow growth that matched it. At this moment, Thranduil couldn't help thinking greedily, how much he wished that the heavenly father could make his beloved children grow slowly. Some, and some slower.

But no matter how slow it is, the child in his arms will grow up little by little. He can't stop this process, and he even looks forward to the joy this process will bring to a father—but the heavenly father is very fair, when you Gaining new happiness will always pay a price for losing it.His child is no longer satisfied with being a good baby in his arms. Little Luye is eager to prove himself, not only to prove to himself, but also to prove to his father—his growth, his ability, his maturity, and All in all, still naive kids take it for granted that a change should start with a title.

"Adar, I'm fine," Legolas smiled at his father. "The doctor said my wound is not too deep, and it won't affect my life much during the healing process."

Thranduil sighed, sat next to his son and gently held the injured arm.Yes, no matter how deep the wound is, as long as it is not life-threatening, it will gradually heal and recover-this is the gift of Iluvita, and almost in the same position, he himself suffered a much more serious injury, and finally Isn't it also completely healed to the point where no trace can be seen?But even though the wound is no longer there, Thranduil can still recall the pain, the bloody smell mixed with despair... Now his only son is rushing to experience the blood to become a warrior, and the mood of being a father cannot be more complicated up.

Thranduil looked at his son and Fino, and said calmly: "You need to rest well, Legolas, you are not allowed to step into the training ground again until the wound is completely healed, put away the knives and swords first."

"Adar!" Legolas stood up in protest.Despite the elf's miraculous healing powers, it still takes a long time, especially since he is still young.

Thranduil pressed his son's shoulders, let him sit back involuntarily, looked at the beautiful and thin but still childish little face and said: "This is the last line, Legolas, be obedient—if you still If you want to pick up the sword again."

"I have no objection." Fino shrugged his shoulders. "Although there is no need to wait until the wound is completely healed to the point where it can't be seen... but it's okay to rest for a while."

"No one wants to ask your opinion." Thranduil cast him a sharp look like a knife, and Fino turned to look out of the window, as if he suddenly became interested in the birds perched on the beech .

And the sitting elf pouted—in the past, he was full of coquettish mischievousness, but now he is more stubborn.He raised his head and looked at his father. He was full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness a moment ago, but suddenly his tense face relaxed again, and he gently wrapped his right arm around his father's waist in a sitting position.

"Sorry, Adar, I made you worry."

It was as if a gentle breeze brushed Thranduil's cheek, even though it was still called that, it was enough for him.

Legolas restrained himself a lot in those days, always obediently staying in his room to read books, or studying history or common language lessons under the guidance of teachers alone.But this kind of life made him tired within a few days. He didn't hate reading or studying. In fact, he had shown interest in the many books in the palace library more than once, but a child at his age was full of energy after all. , unable to sit indoors all the time - especially when hearing the laughter of former partners on the school grounds.

Once he passed by there, the training of the young elves had just ended, and everyone was laughing and fighting after Fino left.

"Hey, Legolas!" Eman's voice stopped his footsteps, "Come and see my newly designed moves!"

Legolas hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but step down and stepped into the middle of the school grounds.His left arm was still wrapped in bandages, although he no longer felt pain at all, but according to the complete healing standard given by his father, he had to wear such restraints for several days.

Eman's performance won the admiration and applause from his companions. Legolas watched it for a while but said, "This trick is nothing special, Eman. If I can hold a sword, I can definitely defeat you."

"If you didn't slip last time, maybe you could beat me," Eman put away his sword, walked over and said with a smile, "How about it, Your Royal Highness? When will you take off this funny thing, and go with me again?" Should I compete?"

Legolas has long been used to the friend's style of pretexting and making sentences. The lively and casual wood elves always like to bicker and occasionally sarcasm each other without malice, and Legolas is even more obvious among the friends who grew up together. He is unassuming, friendly and easy-going. Compared with the ministers and guards in the palace, elves are more likely to speak freely in front of him.

"I don't know, Eman," Legolas said gloomily, "this is the first time I've been hurt, and only Valar knows how long it will take for this damn wound to heal completely without leaving a trace. But according to According to the doctor, we have to wait at least two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Eman first yelled in surprise, and then pulled Legolas aside mysteriously, "That won't be until after the New Year?"

"Yeah, after the New Year's Eve." Legolas became even more depressed when he thought of having to entangle this ugly guy at the New Year's banquet.

"It's unfortunate," my friend patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "It's a pity, it's a pity, originally we wanted to include you in our plan, but since you won't get well before the New Year—"

"What plan?" Legolas asked sharply.

Eman looked around, then leaned over to Legolas and whispered something in Legolas' ear.

"What? It's going to be dangerous!" cried Legolas, frowning.But soon his brows relaxed again, showing envy and unwillingness.

"Of course there will be dangers," Eman said, patting his chest proudly, "but I have experienced such dangers a long time ago—I went hunting with my father last month, and personally killed a crazy beast with this sword. Wolf."

Legolas was silent.When he first made a similar request to his father, Thranduil always refused himself on the grounds that he was not yet a qualified fighter.Even Fino boasted that he already possessed the qualities of a sharpshooter at a young age, but so what?Day after day of training is of no use.

"I'll go with you." Legolas said eagerly, and even himself was taken aback by his sudden rebellion.

However, Aiman ​​showed a embarrassed look: "No, this decision is not good... It is a rare opportunity for us to take advantage of the New Year's feast, but do you think His Majesty the King will let the injured you run around? No, even after several On the occasion of the banquet today, he will also pay close attention to the injured you..."

"My wound has healed long ago!" Legolas snatched his friend's sword with his left hand and held it in his hand unconvinced.

"But obviously our king doesn't think so..." Eman showed a sly smile, "Everyone knows he couldn't be more nervous about you, look at the way he heard you were hurt, oh baby Legolas, You shouldn't make Ada angry anymore..."

"I have decided," Legolas said firmly, and then smiled slyly, "You have no choice but to let me go--unless you wish to see our King's Majesty before the new year." Know the plan."