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

The author has something to say:

Because it involves the direction of the article, this part is written by the author himself.

If there is a follow-up to the movie in the future, if the author is slapped in the face, the author will not change~~~~~~~~~~·

Well, from here on, the relationship between Legolas and Helen is truly recognized, and it won't be so hard in the future.

The author is still short~~~~~~~

Helen rode a horse and galloped across the field, passing through the endless green field, and then through the dense and thick forest. The scenery was changing rapidly, and the icy air was inhaled into her lungs, giving her a feeling that her entire lung was about to freeze.

She exhaled, and the white mist was blown away by the oncoming cold.

——near, near.

She kept shouting in her heart, the green scene in front of her eyes finally began to change, gray rocks slowly appeared, and the towering j□j mountain was close in front of her eyes.

Helen pulled the reins, stood on the mountain and looked down.

The smell of blood in the air was getting heavier, and the tragic war scene unfolded in front of her.

Countless chopped up limbs fell on the ground, and the ground seemed to be stained red with blood. Not far away, people of different races gathered to fight against the half-orcs.

Screaming, shouting, and roaring mixed together, this scene deeply shocked her.

The half-orcs are like locusts crossing the border, densely packed without seeing the edge, interspersed with elves shining on their bodies, as well as shouting dwarves, and humans who raised their agricultural tools to fight against the half-orcs.

Helen has never been thankful for her appearance like this. She grabbed the rein and rushed into the half-orc team without much resistance. Except for humans, half-orcs and elves would not take the initiative to estimate her.

This provided convenience for her search, and Helen anxiously searched for her familiar figure among the heads of various colors.

"No, no, not this one either!"

She rode on the horse and scanned the faces of one elf after another, and then she was disappointed again and again.

She raised her head and stared straight ahead, not daring to lower her head to look at the corpses lying on the ground, for fear that she would find a familiar face among them.

The more you search, the more desperate you become, and the more desperate you become, the more you search.

When he was in despair, he seemed to be guided somewhere.

Helen raised her head and looked over there.

Legolas, who was fighting, also raised his head at this moment.

After penetrating through layers of orcs, their eyes met at that moment.

Time seemed to stand still, the splashed blood, the extended roar, and the frozen expression.

They were the only ones standing here, looking at each other across the half-orc.

"Legolas!!!"

The voice broke through the throat, shocked the mind, and tears burst out of the eyes.

Helen threw out the sword in her hand with all her strength, and the wound on her back opened violently again, blood oozing out.

The blue-glowing sword whirled through the air, piercing the brain of the orc who raised the blade behind the elf.

This action is like a signal, a signal to distinguish friend from foe.

Legolas watched helplessly. The half-orc, who hadn't reacted just now, angrily roared and tore her off the horse after the snake-man made this move.

At that moment, there was nothing left in his eyes.

Only the figure with the blood-stained back was rudely torn off the horse little by little in slow motion. The ugly orcs then stuck to her tightly, surrounded her, and raised her the weapon in hand.

"No! No! Helen!!!"

Legolas' vision turned red, he lost his mind, roared and slammed into the surrounding orcs, all the martial arts he had learned were for display, he fiercely grasped the sword in his hand, swung it wildly, All visible obstacles in the field of vision are severely chopped.

He had never felt so helpless before. No matter how much he swung the sword in his hand, the half-orc seemed to be unable to kill him. He couldn't move forward no matter what.

The sword raised by the half-orc fell fiercely, and blood slowly leaked out from the gap surrounded by the half-orc.

The belated rescue finally arrived, and it didn't take long for the surrounding half-orcs to be wiped out and fled.

Legolas was covered in blood and had wounds all over his body. He opened his eyes blankly, his pupils dilated.

Seeing him like this, the other elves stretched out their hands to help him. Legolas violently pushed away the hands extended to him by the other elves, and rushed to the place he saw before, pushing away the orcs one by one with trembling hands body, and then a pale and bloodless face was revealed.

Not breathing.

"No, no, no, my God!"

Legolas hugged his already icy body in his arms, and kept rubbing his face against her icy face, as if it was so that she could wake up again.

"Give up, she's dead."

An elf came out from the ruins of the war, stretched out his hand and patted the elf prince who was growling in pain.

Legolas stared at his reddened eyes, slapped away the hands on his shoulders, laid the body in his arms flat on the ground, held her pale and cold face against the purple The lips pushed the air in one after another, then lowered the head in his hand, and then kept pressing her chest.

Over and over and over and over again.

After seeing this scene, the elves couldn't bear to continue watching and turned their heads away.

The surrounding was unbelievably quiet, only the sound of the elf prince breathing out and pressing his chest was left.

No one can stop him, and no one wants to stop him.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The cold body suddenly let out a violent cough, breaking the silence.

Helen spat out a large clot of blood, which stuck in her throat just now and made her unable to breathe, now she was greedily breathing the air.

Then, she was hugged, and the body that hugged her was still shaking violently.

"Thank goodness you're still alive."

There is still breathing, and heartbeat, not like a corpse, cold and lifeless.

Legolas hugged Helen tightly. With his eyes closed, he pressed Helen's head tightly against his neck with his hands, and buried his face deeply in her hair covered in mud and blood, as if to Carved him into the bone marrow.

Helen stretched out her hand, stroking Legolas' back up and down again and again, to soothe his emotions. Although he couldn't see his expression with his back to Legolas, Helen could still feel the joy, the feeling of finding something lost. ecstasy.

"After the catastrophe, should you give me a kiss?"

Helen leaned on the elf prince's shoulder and said with a smile.

The Elf King sat on his mount, watching his son and the snake man hugging and kissing from a distance.

The elves cheered and looked at the couple with smiles and blessings on their faces.

The pain of the war was gone at that moment, and a new life was about to begin.

The Elf King sighed, grasped the rein tightly, and the giant deer turned around with his strength.

The sun is about to rise, the dawn is coming.

The figure of the Elven King gradually disappeared in the twilight of the morning sun.