[The Lord of the Rings] Thranduil I: The Last Journey

"Legolas, your mother loved you,

morethananyone,morethanlife.

Legolas, your mother loves you.

More than anyone, more than life. 』

I will not bother you again, king.

This is only to fulfill my sister's greatest wish.If possible, it may be her wish that you can travel westward, although that may be just what I think.

But I know better that you won't leave - is this good or bad?I don't know either.Although witch spirits give you the ability to enter dreams and predict the future, I can't see your end, Thranduil.

Take care.

Even if we never see each other again.

…………

He opened his eyes and came out of a trance from a dream.

It was a long, long dream, and there were many, many voices in the dream.

These sights and sounds kept haunting him, giving him a splitting headache.

The wind blew through the leaves and rustled, and the team of silver-haired elves walked into the green forest for the first time after a long journey, feeling the majesty of nature; the spring petals were scattered with the breeze, and Orifel wore a corolla in the crowd; Rong, washing the sinful earth, they reluctantly left Amenlan, as heartbroken as they left Doriath; under the huge black door, their relatives were buried in the devil's den, and he could only look at each other from a distance, helpless; Sitting lonely on a high throne, listening to the cheers of the subjects; giant spiders flocked from all directions to elves and humans, screaming endlessly; Formed into the resurrected Menegroth; the dragon roared and blazed, and reduced everything he saw to ashes...

Gunpowder war horses arrive at Qionglou Yuyu, mountains, rivers and rivers or the shadows of whirling trees are slaughtered in chaos until the whole world celebrates... These scenes are intertwined one after another, the prosperity of the fingertips turns into silence in an instant, and the grievances of the family and the country are left with nothingness.

The past is like smoke, and the day of yesterday cannot be left behind.Whether the world is complete or regretful, there will always be an end.

And he didn't.

... As for the warmth that once existed and then disappeared suddenly, it has become a taboo, and he never touches it when he is awake.Because for the elves whose hearts have been hollowed out, only by sealing their memories can they survive well.

Stay sane and endure the loneliness.

This is the rule of his kingship.

After crossing the heavy curtains, he walked out of the bedroom, wandering in the majestic underground palace, everywhere.At last he came to Legolas' chambers.

Although the time the prince returned to the underground palace in these years is really rare, the layout and objects there have never changed for hundreds of years.

Little Leaf has grown up, and is no longer a weak child or a rebellious teenager. The lord of Gondorlin can face his majesty, talk about the family and the country with him, and even ask him questions.Not only that, the prince is even more unyielding and unyielding in solving problems in his own way, distinguishing right from wrong, and choosing his own path.

And here, Legolas's room since he was a child still has his favorite toys, weapons, and clothing.It records his growth and is full of memories.

Thranduil approached the messy desk—one could imagine that his son had worked hard to find something during this time.In the past 200 years, this room has been cleaned to a clean and spotless window.In the most conspicuous place on the table was a book titled "Anecdote of Middle-Earth Elves".

It is an ancient history book written in the Elvish language, far older than King Elrond's own records.But what it records is different. It describes many anecdotes and strange events of the elves, and there are even records of forbidden magic spells.Due to the age, its pages have been yellowed and weathered, and the handwriting is a bit blurred.

When did Xiao Yezi start to love reading this kind of books?It must be Yi Siyou's matter that made him interested in tracking down the witch spirit incident.

He gently opened the book, there were obvious creases on a certain page inside, and he could vaguely see a few lines written in new handwriting. After opening the folded pages, a few eye-catching words attracted his attention—— —

fallen elves

Thranduil was shocked.

"...the fallen elves will not be reincarnated in the Temple of Mandos after death, as and Valar have rejected them. Their souls will not die, and will always wander mournfully in Middle-earth, until the end of the world... "

He took a deep breath and closed the book.At this moment, a brand new note is slowly falling from the book, it is the handwriting of Legolas——

Although eternal life is silent, it can also be sung

The seven words were embedded in Thranduil's heart.

half an hour-

He couldn't help showing a knowing smile.

Yes, he shouldn't be surprised.

Legolas already knew everything.

In other words, how could someone as smart as Legolas fail to see all this?

Sing forever.

He sings alone in eternity.

The wood elves under the rule lived happily in the green leaf forest, just like the days before Valla was summoned.

From then on, he was just the king.Not a husband, not a father.For the man who once called him Husband has passed away; the man who once called him Ada has also sailed away in a ship.

Aeron... I'm the only one left here.