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

If someone says that childhood should be a beautiful dream.

Frodo felt that his childhood should have been a nightmare.

Ever since he could remember, he always felt that there was a snake around him from time to time. The snake was huge, with green scales and a long forked tongue.

It was lying on his bedside, with a bloody mouth, staring closely at him with shining golden eyes.

At that time, he was so young and ignorant that he couldn't sleep because of the fear of the big snake, so he could only wrap himself up in the blanket, trembling and waiting for the dawn.

Then as soon as the day dawned, he grabbed the corner of his uncle's clothes crying, crying about the scenes he had seen during this period of time.

In the end, his uncle's reaction was far beyond his expectations.

The old hobbit first showed a look of nostalgia, and then the face that was always rigid, with the expression that someone owed him a lot of money, suddenly burst into a big smile.

The little hobbit was stunned. He had never seen such a 'straight' hobbit look on himself.

Then, the uncle bent down with a smile, touched his hair gently, and told him.

"That's not a monster, that's your patron saint!"

At that time, the little hobbit, whose eyes were full of tears, held the thumb of his left hand in confusion, and looked at him pitifully.

In the days that followed, the giant snake appeared in front of his bed from time to time, and the golden pupils in the night stared at him tightly like a haunting ghost, making him unable to sleep even more.

In this way, day after day, fear has been closely accompanying him.

That changed on a stormy night.

That night, he was the only one in the empty house. He was frightened by the rumbling thunder outside the window and burst into tears. He was out of breath and hiccupped non-stop.

However, the snake that had always scared him suddenly appeared in front of her.

He was so frightened that he couldn't move the slightest bit. In the end, the huge snake didn't eat him in one bite, but gently carried him out of the bed. Along with the shaking, the gentle and melodious singing sounded from his ears until he fell asleep completely. It hasn't disappeared since then.

Fear also gradually went away from him. In the half-dream and half-awake state, the little hobbit lay on the bed, and slowly stretched out his hand towards the snake with a little anxiety.

The snake slowly stretched out its tail towards him, and easily wrapped around this chubby little hand.

It's like a mother who came to the side of the crib lightly, looked at the child in the bed, and the big and small hands intertwined.

The thunder had long gone, and this was the best sleep he had had in a while.

Thinking about it now, the feeling at that time has gone by with the passage of time, and Frodo has long since forgotten.

Only those golden vertical pupils became clearer with the passage of time.

It was clearly a pair of pupils full of wildness and plunder, but they looked at him with a kind of gentle and inconceivable eyes.

Unfortunately, as he grew older, this snake never appeared again, it seemed to be just a dream of his.

For this reason, Frodo was puzzled and sad for a long time when he was a child.

In this way, spring goes and autumn comes, year after year.

The cute little hobbit has finally grown up.

On his 12th birthday, his uncle suddenly put on a formal dress, raised his index finger to cover his lips, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together by a smile.

"We have a visitor today!"

So he looked at his uncle who was not young, holding a comb and combing it again and again in front of the mirror, and the curly hair was neatly combed behind his head.

The little old man took out a small bottle from somewhere and wiped it on his armpits.

A scent spread in the room.

Standing in front of the mirror, the old man straightened the black bow on his neck, smiled at the mirror, and then stretched out his right arm and raised his index finger as if thinking of something. This is when the uncle remembered something important. There will be subconscious actions.

Then, humming a song, the little old man picked out a delicate rose from the vase, put it in his breast pocket, and patted it.

It's not over yet!

The dull little old man suddenly turned around lightly, turned around and came to the window, bent over and stretched out his right hand towards the curtain by the window, with his left hand behind his back, then raised his head slightly and looked at the curtain with a smile, making a gesture. An invitation to dance.

I don't know where he heard something from the silent curtains, but the uncle wrapped his left arm around the curtains with joy, grabbed a corner of the curtains with his right hand, and circled freely in the hall of the house.

The little old man closed his eyes intoxicated, his white curly hair flipping up and down with the wind.

The young Frodo held back his laughter, watching the rather funny scene in front of him.

Seemingly realizing that his current actions were a little silly, his uncle blushed immediately after hearing his laughter, and froze in the middle of the room while holding the curtain in his arms.

"Frodo!"

The uncle suddenly raised his voice, stared at him with a flushed face, and then, as if he had discovered something, he pointed at the clothes on his body and yelled angrily.

"What clothes are you wearing, change them quickly!"

Frodo looked down at his own attire. Except for some oil droplets he had splashed on his shirt yesterday, everything else looked good.

"Just a little bit of oil, nothing serious."

Frodo shrugged, but when his uncle saw his performance, he trembled with anger.

He took Frodo by the collar, and dragged himself across the room.

Frodo was struggling and dragged on the ground with half of his body hanging in the air.

Frodo was still muttering inwardly until he changed his clothes and was dragged clean and fragrant to the door to stand and wait after being showered by the way.

——Isn’t it just a guest? Is it necessary to be so grand?

At this time, his uncle didn't have any extra thoughts to pay attention to his nephew's inner thoughts.

Holding a large bouquet of roses tightly in his hand, the little old man walked back and forth in front of the door uneasily, repeating his actions from time to time.

—Silly.

Frodo pouted, watching his uncle's movement against the air in boredom.

The door knocked.

The little old man trembled violently as if his whole body was being electrified.

Immediately afterwards, his uncle took a deep breath, straightened his collar again, and held the rose in his hand to his chest.

Just now it was still a frowning face, but the next moment it was full of smiles.

His uncle held out his hand and slowly turned the doorknob.

Later, the passage of time seemed to be stretched out.

The gap in the door is getting wider and wider.

The black figure is like an eternal stone sculpture, deeply embedded in the background of twinkling stars.

The visitor turned his body sideways, his whole body was covered by a black cloak, only his sideways face looked like a dazzling white gemstone in the dark night.

She turned her face sideways, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth towards them.

"Good evening, Mr. Baggins!"

His uncle looked like his soul had just returned to his body, and quickly raised the bouquet in his hand and handed it to her.

"You are so beautiful tonight!"

After hearing this sentence, she brushed away the fine strands of hair on her face, smiled and bent down to take the bouquet from her uncle's hand.

"Aren't you the same? It hasn't changed like this for a long time."

His uncle shook his head with a helpless smile, opened the door completely and made a gesture of invitation to the woman outside.

"That's not the case at all! I can feel that I am old, but you are still the same as when I first met."

She smiled, brushed away the white hair on the old man's face, and looked at him with eyes in contact.

"Your heart never grows old."

"exactly!"

His uncle's eyes were shining, and he kept nodding his head.

"So, can I invite the beautiful Lady Helen to dance with me?"

The old hobbit stooped, with his left hand behind his back, and held out his right to her.

"of course can!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she held up the two ends of the cloak and bent down.

The hall is not big, and it looks a bit short for tonight's visitors.

However, it did not affect the enthusiasm of the dancing figure in the middle of the hall.

It was the strangest combination that Frodo had ever seen.

Tall women, short hobbits.

The women even bent over completely to match the height of the old hobbit, while the old hobbit tried to stand on tiptoe, sometimes with his feet in the air when he spun.

However, the old man's face had a smile that he had never had before, and every deep wrinkle seemed to have turned into a trace of joy, spreading all over his face.

The woman's smooth and fair skin was also rendered with a blush, and a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Silent stage, no music, no rhythm.

This dance is so touching.

Little Frodo rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, the beautiful woman bent over, the red curly-haired hobbit stood on tiptoe, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and the brilliance of youth shone on his face.

The black cloak billowed like the hem of a dress, and the young hobbit and the woman made another round.

The orange light shone on their faces, just like a warm yellow oil painting!

Frodo's eyes widened in astonishment, and he stared closely at the dancing couple.

The dance was over, and the magic was lost for that moment.

Wrinkles and pain returned to this young body.

The old hobbit lost all his strength, his face was pale, his back was dripping with sweat, and he was panting violently. The sound of his breathing was like a broken bellows.

"I... I'm really old. So... when I danced with you, I wouldn't... be so tired at all."

The old man laughed, but he started coughing again because he couldn't catch his breath.

The woman gently embraced the exhausted old hobbit, stroking his back again and again to calm his breathing, and her black hair slanted down her shoulders, so that Frodo could not see her expression clearly.

"I'm not old yet, even if you are old, you can't die before me!"

The old hobbit laughed, brokenly.

"Of course, I still have the ring, and I'll just put one on my hand when I'm about to die."

"Uh-huh……"

The old hobbit agreed with a weak smile.

Frodo did not hear what they said afterward, for even as a child he knew that no one could penetrate the world now.

So little Frodo stepped back slowly consciously, shrinking his own existence bit by bit.

He quietly retreated to his room, holding the handle on the door.

Frodo carefully looked at the old and young faces in the middle of the hall. For some reason, the sockets of his eyes became a little moist. He quickly lowered his head, wiped his eyes, and slowly stepped back.

Gently closed the door.

That night little Frodo had a dream.

In the dream, there was a young hobbit who always frowned, carrying a huge luggage, standing on the green grass, looking back.

At the end of the line of sight was the home he also knew, the hobbit's home.

Then the angle of view changed, and the surrounding scenery quickly retreated, and the sound of panting kept ringing in his ears.

Finally, the dense forest came to an end, revealing a large open space.

A small path leads from the forest through this clearing to another forest.

And at the end of the path, the dwarves sitting on the horse turned their heads and looked at him.

The woman I saw today was also among them, she had a bright smile on her face.

The scene stopped moving, the hobbit's body rushed past him, approaching them screaming with the white paper clutched in his hand.

At that moment, the light became dazzling, and Frodo closed his eyes subconsciously, but still stretched out his hand, stretching over there.

The light became more and more intense, and the next second he opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was the dark ceiling.

Tears flowed down his eyes slowly.

Frodo stretched out his hand in some doubts and wiped away the inexplicably shed tears.

When he was young, he carefully recalled what he dreamed in his dream for a while, but he couldn't remember it even after thinking about it.

After much deliberation, he scratched his head and yelled, but in the end, except for the dull pain in his head, his head was still blank.

A child was a child after all, and it was not long before Frodo simply gave up, and was not prepared to think any more.

A drowsiness gradually set in, and the little hobbit yawned and closed his eyes.

The hobbit who fell asleep again had a sweet smile, and he still didn't know what he was whispering.

This time it should be a good dream.

In that white light was the end of a dream the little hobbit had forgotten.

The woman with a snake's tail stood on the top of the hill, turned around and gave a hand to the panting old hobbit who was climbing behind him.

The old hobbit bent down and took a few deep breaths. When the breath subsided, the two raised their heads and looked over the mountain.

The three tombstones stood alone on the mountain, and the breeze blew by, bringing the green grass on the ground to sway.

A bouquet of white flowers was placed in front of the tombstone.

Another gust of wind blew by, bringing with it someone's soft whisper.

[Dedicated to our three dwarf heroes. 】

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The three heroes of the dwarves.

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