"Have you ever loved Legolas? As a father? As a king? (Have you ever loved Legolas? As a father? As a king?)
Tranduil looked at the lonely dusk in the world indifferently. The setting sun gradually retreated in front of the dark shadow in the east like blood. The horizon was already like a scarlet blade, touching the phantom of the dark night.
"Ever? Never... As any one. (Ever? Never... No matter where you are.)"
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"I never expected that. (I never expected that.)" The dark night was torn apart ferociously, and in the dawn of Valinor, Le-
Golas stared at the blood-stained morning sun, and the seagulls screamed in the west wind. "Deth."
"The dead soul struggles in the still warm body... Death... The only relief, dose it? (The dead soul struggles in the still warm body... Death... Why is it not the only relief?)"
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Dusk and dawn, old age and new life. The dead yearn for life, and the soul clings to death. Obsession distinguishes black and white, but only touches gray... Just like dusk and dawn, we fall in love with each other and hate each other, but we also struggle with the scarlet light.
Intention: There is no pain that can make a soul long for death, except the love that cannot be tolerated. LEGOLAS and THRANDUIL, ADUIAL, TAURIEL, DADORLIND... Anyone who has bathed in the sun will fall into the abyss of the night, struggle in pain, and be born towards death...