The night in the Woodland Realm was veiled under holy starlight, and many elves could not help but look up to appreciate the beauty of the moment. When they lowered their heads, however, they thought of all the relatives and friends who had died in battle over the past few days, and a slight sense of sorrow and loneliness inevitably arose in their hearts, as if someone had slashed an open wound across their souls.
Ever since the haze drifted over from Dol Guldur, the night here had not seen such clear and brilliant starlight for a long time, and even the Green Leaf Forest was gradually being called the Black Forest by people.
Fortunately, the forest had finally returned to normal now.
Thinking back on it, there were many mixed emotions.
At least Legolas was filled with emotion and remained silent alone for a long time as he released the messenger bird.
When the last bird flapped its wings and flew far away into the night sky, he let out a long breath, standing at this high vantage point to gaze into the distance at the vast tree canopy of the Green Leaf Forest connecting into one piece. The twinkling stars were scattered overhead, and a slender, hook-like moon hung diagonally at the edge of the sky—
This piece of peace actually gave him a long-lost feeling.
Pity, if Aine is right, the tranquility and peace here will soon be broken again! Not only that, but the tranquility of all Middle-earth will be broken.
Legolas clenched his lowered hands into fists, took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. Gazing at the horizon formed by the tree canopies in the distance under the starlight, a bit of firmness gradually brewed in his eyes, and then