[The Lord of the Rings·The Hobbit] Human Body and Snake Tail

Bilbo Baggins thought today was the worst day of his life.

First, a familiar wizard came in and wanted to participate in something. After I refused him, a large group of unknown and very rude dwarves appeared at night.

Seeing his collection of wine and the delicacies he prepared to enjoy in the future were all dug out by these rude dwarves, and the tableware left by his beloved grandmother was thrown around without mercy.

He felt that he should open the window for a while to let his brain calm down.

The hobbit made his way through the dwarves, which were irritating and headaches, to the window, and when it was opened, a breeze blew in to dissipate his restlessness a little.

Bilbo Baggins relaxed his body and took a deep breath. The coolness seemed to make the noisy environment in the house start to move away from him.

He folded his arms on the window sill, listening carefully to the sounds of other creatures in the silent night.

The frogs croaked and croaked, and there were some imperceptible cicadas.

Suddenly there was a 'hissing' sound in the grass, and the sound of the grass being separated.

A chill slowly rose from his cervical spine. Bilbo stretched out his hands nervously, trying to grab something around to block his face, but after grabbing and grabbing nothing, the sound of 'hissing' became more and more intense. big.

He could no longer bear the frightening environment, so he turned his head and ran into the house.

However, before he could run far, he froze in place, not daring to move.

Cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead, and the icy sensation of scales rubbing against j□j's skin came from his calf.

He trembled and slowly looked down at his calf.

A green snake tail was curling around his calf, trembling slightly with his breathing.

An uncontrollable fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and he froze, not daring to look back.

The 'hissing' sound became louder and louder, and he could almost feel the snake's cold snake letter sticking to his earlobe.

Then, a hoarse and deep voice came along the back of his ear.

"You smell delicious."

The heart was beating violently, and it seemed that it could no longer bear the overloaded pressure.

The hobbit only felt that the whole world suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness.

"what are you doing!"

After seeing the unconscious hobbit, the gray-robed wizard stared angrily at the snake man standing beside him.

Helen also realized that she had overplayed her joke, and immediately raised her hand to the wizard and kept shaking her hand.

"I just wanted to play a joke on him. I didn't expect..."

Gandalf felt very helpless at this ending, and he sighed.

Knowing that if she stayed here again, the wizard would only get angrier, so she decided to leave immediately from the wizard's sight. Before leaving, she didn't forget to take out a tablecloth and push the food onto the tablecloth.

"I'll go ahead and tell me when the hobbit wakes up!"

The door slammed shut.

The wizard suddenly began to wonder whether it was a wrong decision to allow Helen to join.

Helen who hid didn't go very far. She found an open space, spread the tablecloth on the floor, and sat on a corner of the tablecloth, enjoying the night sky while eating from Brie.

The night sky here is completely different from what she saw in the dark forest. Without the obstruction of layers of branches, the scenery of the sky is completely displayed in front of her.

Although the twinkling stars are very beautiful, she still likes the night sky of Mirkwood the most, probably because of the company of an elf.

Thinking of this, Helen felt a little lonely.

"I think, when you came out, you didn't bring anything to drink..."

A small voice interrupted her thoughts, and Helen turned her head.

The hobbit, who was intimidated by himself, stood behind, holding a teapot in his hand. After seeing her turn around, he handed the teapot closer to her.

"Aren't you afraid of me? I scared you out just now."

The hobbit thought of the embarrassing thing that he was stunned just now, his expression became ugly, but he still looked at her with a pale face.

"Actually, I'm still a little scared, but Gandalf said you were just joking with me."

Helen stared at him in surprise.

"Are you hobbits all so warm...kind?"

The hobbit frowned and shook his head.

"Not at all, at least not for me, and I was very annoyed when you broke in without permission."

Helen looked at the irritable hobbit and smiled.

"Then what changed your mind in the end"

His expression became helpless, and he shrugged and looked at her.

"The dwarves sang a song."

Helen still remembered the first time the dwarves sang that song, desolate, confused and yet determined.

She didn't understand what the lyrics were about then, and then she grabbed Sorin's sleeve and asked him what the lyrics meant.

For the first time the proud dwarf looked sad and distressed.

The flames in his eyes burned more vigorously.

He says

"This is the song of my hometown."

"So you were infected by their emotions and your heart softened?"

Helen dragged her long snake tail and crawled in front of the hobbit.

The hobbit's irritated expression slowly faded away, and he looked at the snake man in front of him with a pair of clear and gentle eyes.

"I think so, they are for their hometown, and what are you for?"

Helen smiled.

"for love."

The hobbit was speechless, and the orc looked at him with heartbreaking eyes.

He suddenly couldn't get to the bottom of the story behind it.

"Do you have a cup?"

The woman's voice dispelled the awkward atmosphere.

"Have"

The hobbit hastily picked up the cup he had prepared earlier from the ground.

"Thank you."

When the hobbit was pouring it into the cup, Helen realized that what the careful hobbit had prepared for her was hot milk to promote sleep.

"Why don't you stay in the house?"

The hobbit hung his head, and poured milk into his glass.

"I think they need their own space."

Helen's heart was purified by this gentle and kind species, and the sadness in her heart was dispelled.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the hobbit's face, her eyes were incredibly gentle.

"I think you will be the light on this journey."

Bilbo was made a little shy by this action, and he didn't dare to look at the woman in front of him. The tablecloth looked very familiar to him.

"Where did you get this tablecloth?"

Helen couldn't react to his inexplicable question, but she still answered his question subconsciously.

"I took it from the table, what's wrong?"

The hobbit, who was quiet and cute just now, pulled the tablecloth out from under Helen's buttocks, and when he saw the greasy spots on the tablecloth, he pointed to the tablecloth and said to her with a broken face.

"It was made by my mother and left to me!!!"

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