He would not leave.
This kingdom belongs to him, and its people are his. He must fulfill his duties as king.
To be a king means staying alert and enduring loneliness.
He, too, was unwilling to leave.
This land has given rise to countless magnificent legends, and has also buried so many broken hearts!
Since he promised to stand guard, what does it matter if he must endure eternal silence?
Until one day,
even when his body had rotted and weathered away, and his soul could only wander through people's dreams,
he would still remain true to his first resolve, steadfast and unwavering.
A Thranduil fanfic, told from a visual POV
In a daze / A bloodstained dream
In an instant, heaven and earth turn upside down / The heart falls under a spell / Love devoted to one alone
Who stands behind you / Through spring, summer, autumn, and winter / Smoothing your clothes, sharing your sorrows and triumphs
An arrow on the bowstring / Soldiers ready for battle
So many lives and deaths uncertain / The starry wilderness lies silent / Flames burn as the city falls
Green pines stand tall in the wind / The world praises the passing years
Splendor always rushes by / Who can truly understand?
How I long to drink freely and indulge without restraint / To live a life of grand and unbridled spirit
Sand slips through my fingertips / Drifting and scattering
Like snow falling from the edge of the sky / Frost touches my temples / I sigh, for the years seem like a joke
I still remember that year / Your face, bright as a painting, within the palace halls
Entangled without end / Grudges and love tangled together in an instant
When the dust of war has settled / The soul returns to the ends of the earth
How many sparks from yesterday have burned and slaughtered / Heroes roared in triumph / Battle spirits finally still their wild fury
Command the land and seize power / The smoke of war clears, and we climb to the summit to gaze at the stars
The clouds disperse / The sound of hooves carries us home
The road through the mortal world / Endless and uncertain
Who can tell how bitter the affairs of this world are?
A night's candlelight / Like the rise and fall of a kingdom / How can one make sense of the storm-tossed, swaying years?
Our meeting was destined / Splendor brushed by in a single stroke
Seeing through the world's loneliness / We share life and death / We understand and cherish one another
May we be fortunate enough in another life to take wing together / A spark of understanding at our fingertips
I will still accompany you for thousands of miles / And secure the realm
Flowers bloom across the land, yet we remain together until the last petals fall / In this life, I will neither resent nor yield
Horses' hooves follow one another / Breaking through the wind
Flames burst forth, blood stains the Milky Way / Silver armor gleams / The wind sweeps over the yellow sands and buries them
Hand in hand, we inherit the mantle / The horns sound and echo across the hillside
Since I stand here, I must protect my homeland
A wandering life in the mortal world, one drunken dream
How can I tell anyone of all the sorrows of parting I have seen through?
A lifetime of infatuation has nothing to do with heaven or earth
A life of rising and falling cannot escape the bonds of fate
We have both entered the play
Stars glitter across the Milky Way / Time flies like a shuttle
The seas of old have turned to deserts / No waves remain in sight / We are caught in fate's vortex
Towering clouds and mist / Enveloping a lake beyond the world
Flowers bloom and fall / Time wears away the scene as I drink alone
Fireworks fall upon the lanes / Moonlight casts mottled shadows
The plains stretch wide, the mountains lie forlorn, and the world loses its color / The years turn and wear us down
After so many trials and tribulations / The world is awake, while I alone lie drunken
When all the splendor has passed, only a desolate landscape remains
Through the haze, I see a familiar silhouette...
(Lyrics excerpted from SAYA's "Drunken Dream")
The Lord of the Rings fanfic series "Eternal Silence"
Thranduil I: The Last Journey, A farewell between an elven father and son
Thranduil II: Stars of Last Night, Thranduil and the Queen
Thranduil III: The Final Battle, Who told you this was definitely going to be a bad ending?!
Theme: A deep bond between father and son
Isyo must be Legolas's aunt?
Jin Li claims to be straight forward, but he also said he wants to see beauties.
Haha my god, eyebrows/beauty hahahahaha my imagination
Do you elves want to be so reserved? It is obvious that he loves his son more than his life But she said it was mother
Thorin: I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!
Hahaha! With how well Pepe takes care of her eyebrows, she would never pluck them out on her own initiative.
Why did Aeron become a dark elf? It's Sauron's temptation, right~
King hhh's flowing hair
Oh my god, has the queen been resurrected?
Hahaha Uncle Feng Ping was murdered