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

The next morning, Uncle introduced the visiting guests to him.

"This is my best friend, Helen!"

said the old hobbit, laughing and pointing at the woman.

"Perhaps you do not remember, Frodo, but you saw her in your childhood."

Tilting his head, little Frodo walked around the woman in front of him, carefully observing back and forth for a while, but still didn't see any familiar places.

Maybe it was because of his doubts.

The woman smiled and coughed a few times, motioning for him to look over.

Then the woman pulled back the skirt covering her legs, revealing a green snake tail.

At that time, the culprit who caused him to be unable to sleep for a long time appeared in front of him, and he had to call her 'auntie'. Frodo felt that his inner thoughts and feelings were very complicated.

And this beautiful woman, completely unaware of the shadow she left on a young child's young heart, looked at him with an expectant expression at this time, and those eyes were similar to those of the little child he had saved. Animal-like, flashing and shining.

So he sighed.

"Nice to meet you, Aunt Helen."

The second he finished speaking, he was buried in the full chest of this 'auntie'.

The snake tail was like the tail of a rewarded puppy, constantly wagging behind her.

"Nice to see you too, little Frodo."

Speaking of which, the woman left a bright red lipstick mark on her face.

Frodo blushed, nestled in the woman's arms and quietly lowered his head to stare at the snake's tail protruding from Aunt Helen's skirt.

He still remembered the books he secretly dug out from under his uncle's bed.

——Does Uncle think that he is safe by hiding his important things under the bed?

The little hobbit snorted disdainfully, and couldn't wait to open the book he had stolen.

A sentence written in the book left a deep impression on him.

[First there was a burst of fragrance, then a pair of white and slender legs, beautiful ankles bulging out, the graceful curves gradually sinking into the knee-length skirt, he who was lying on the ground raised his head...]

His uncle once told him that his mother was a great beauty when she was alive, so while peeking at the book, he fantasized in his heart, if his mother was still alive, would he also have such calves?

However, before he finished reading the book completely, his uncle discovered that he had stolen the book.

Frodo was severely scolded, and his uncle clutched the book tightly, his face flushed, an expression of being extremely angry but not knowing what to say.

Since then, Frodo has been full of longing for those white legs in the book.

He looked in the mirror from time to time, and the reflection in the mirror was just a smaller hobbit with big feet.

Looking at himself like this, little Frodo suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

——Will my mother really have a pair of fair and slender calves?

He often asked himself this way, but little Frodo would still dismiss his idea the next second he doubted.

When he was young, he always believed that his mother had a pair of slender white legs and was the most beautiful among the hobbits.

He had always imagined this when he was young.

Until now.

At the moment of seeing this 'snake', all the memories forgotten in the corner were awakened.

In countless dark nights, there is always such a tail around the baby hobbit. In the hot summer, the cold scales are always the source of his coolness.

The green snake tip can be easily bent and straightened, which can easily make him laugh when he is crying.

……

If the tail had been his nightmare in early childhood, it was the best of dreams in later childhood.

—no calf could be prettier than it.

Little Frodo reached out and stroked the scales on the snake's tail gently.

He likes this tail.

Frodo looked up, and golden pupils met his gaze.

Just like those gentle eyes in the dream.

The little hobbit smiled sweetly, expressing his incomparable love for this 'snake'.

Looking at this small face, Helen suddenly had the idea of ​​playing a prank.

The 'Snake Tail' that was docile in the little hobbit's arms suddenly became mischievous, like a loach just caught out of the mud, twisting and turning in the little hobbit's arms, waving from time to time. slipped over little Frodo's neck, making him giggle.

"alright, alright!"

The little hobbit looked like a little adult, holding the 'snake tail' in front of him with both hands, and fixed his eyes on the 'snake tail' which was still swinging.

"You can't move anymore!"

After finishing speaking, he smiled brighter than anyone else and put half of his face on the tail of the snake. The flesh on his face was squeezed into a ball, and he hugged the tail tightly with both hands.

The later time is a memory that Frodo can't help but laugh when he thinks about it.

Aunt Helen is actually not very good at taking care of others.

Uncle asked Helen to come over this time because he had to go away for a while, so he didn't have time to take care of little Frodo.

However, the facts are destined to disappoint the uncle.

Little Frodo had heard his uncle speak of his friend many times.

Beautiful, smart and calm.

It's pretty much synonymous with her.

Little Frodo looked at the milk that had turned into a large piece of black cake, and other foods that could not be seen as raw materials, and Aunt Helen who was standing beside her with her whole body black and white, her head bowed and rubbing her hands, Sighing helplessly, after rolling up his sleeves, he chose to go by himself.

Aunt Helen seemed to feel guilty that she was called in to help, but it was only a disservice.

So, the next morning.

Little Frodo just opened his eyelids when he saw a smiling 'snake' standing beside his bed.

At that moment, the drowsiness left him instantly.

The little hobbit held the blanket in front of him, nervously looking at Helen in front of him.

"You... what are you going to do to me?"

The golden eyes narrowed happily, and Helen smiled and took out a few clothes from behind, and handed them to little Frodo with an expectant expression on her face.

"This is the clothes I brought for you. Try them on first to see if they fit you well."

Looking at the pink dress and white lace shorts in front of her.

The little hobbit, who didn't have much gender awareness at the time, rubbed his eyes with his left hand, yawned big, and then obediently raised his hands to make it easier for the dress to fall off his head.

After putting on the skirt, Helen put her hands on the little hobbit's buttocks and helped him stand up from the bed.

The pale yellow sunlight came in from the translucent window, and shone on the two people on the bed, coating them with a layer of golden light.

The woman with a snake's tail half bent over the bed, stretched out her hand from under the pink skirt and slowly pulled down the little shorts that the little hobbit was wearing inside.

Little Frodo yawned in bewilderment, lifting his left foot first and then his right in coordination.

Then the white lace shorts were also worn in this way.

After getting dressed, Helen brought back a basin of hot water from the outside, and a clean white towel was soaked in the water.

Little Frodo stared intently at his white hands, rubbed the towel for a while, and after wringing it dry, he took it out of the basin and unfolded it.

The hot towel was gently attached to his face. Helen brushed the little hobbit's face clean with the towel up and down while brushing away the hair that was blocking his face. net.

After finally cleaning myself up, it was breakfast.

Little Frodo did not place too much hope on Aunt Helen's cooking skills. In fact, Aunt Helen did not disappoint him.

Needless to say, the black fried bread, the milk still turned into a big cake.

As a result, little Frodo just ate some fruit in the morning.

——Fortunately, Uncle will be back tonight.

Looking at the back of washing dishes humming a song, little Frodo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me comb your hair!"

After washing the dishes, Helen flicked the water off her hands, took out a comb she didn't know where, and looked at him expectantly.

So, now little Frodo sat motionless in front of the mirror, waiting for Helen to comb his hair.

"You and your uncle both have curly hair, and it's all tied together, so it's not easy to comb at all."

As she said that, Helen followed the direction of the curly hair, and bit by bit combed out the knotted places on the hair.

"Why are you so nervous, relax a little."

With some amusement, Helen patted the little hobbit who was stiff and motionless on the stool with her free hand.

"no no……"

Little Frodo stammered nervously, his face was flushed red, his eyes were flickering and he didn't dare to look at Helen, then he lowered his head and said something in a low voice.

"No one has ever combed my hair..."

"Really? I turned out to be the first, and that's my honor!"

Helen smiled, held the little hobbit's hair in her hands, and gently combed it.

"However, there was an elf who combed my hair once, and it looked very beautiful. So at that time, I made up my mind that if I give birth to a girl in the future, I must comb her a beautiful hairstyle."

Little Frodo looked up at her.

"and then?"

Helen smiled straight at the hobbit's head, and tied a small bow with a pink ribbon on top of his head.

"Not yet, but there should be in the future."

Little Frodo, who had combed his hair, jumped down from the stool, looked at her seriously with a serious smile on his face, then raised his arm, and pulled his sleeve open, revealing the flesh on his little arm.

"Look, it's muscle."

"When you have a baby in the future, I will protect them!"

Children's words are always the purest language in the world and the most touching thing.

Helen was so shocked by the child's words that she couldn't speak for a long time, and the golden pupils in her widened eyes were still trembling.

Finally, after opening and closing her lips a few times, Helen smiled at the child in front of her.

She took the little hobbit's hand and pressed it to her belly.

"Okay, I am also looking forward to the day when my child stands in front of you and calls you affectionately, brother."

Little Frodo imagined that he was surrounded by beautiful children called "Brother" and "Brother", staring at him with big watery eyes. Thinking about it, his whole body felt as if it was going to melt away Generally, it becomes a puddle of water.

"Well! We have an agreement."

The hobbit raised his head and stared at Helen with shining eyes.

When Baggins returned home, he was taken aback by what he saw.

There was a big hole in the roof of the house, and there were black and white patches all over the white freshly painted walls.

On the ground, fragments of broken plates can be seen everywhere.

This scene immediately made him furious, he threw down the package in his hand and rushed towards the kitchen where the noise came from.

"you……"

The angry words got stuck in his throat the next moment.

One big one and one small one had black and white patches on their faces, in a state of embarrassment.

How can Helen still have the glamorous and charming appearance when she just arrived? Her hair is all blown up, her clothes are also covered with black stains, and her green and shiny snake tail is ashen and gray at this moment, as if she had rolled in the mud. generally.

And my cute little nephew is not much better, not to mention his body is all black, standing on tiptoe on the small bench at this time, the pink skirt with black stains turned up, revealing the white lace panties , just enough to cut vegetables on the edge of the kitchen counter with a knife.

Maybe they said something, the big and small turned their dark faces, looked at each other and smiled.

For some reason, the anger that was full of anger suddenly dissipated completely after seeing the big and small ones.

Baggins reached out and rubbed his headache-ridden forehead, sighed, bent down resignedly, and began to clean up the cloth pieces and debris that were thrown everywhere on the ground.

Two Hobbits and a Snakeman ended up sitting on the only intact table in the middle of the ruins.

The little hobbit raised his dirty little face with a showy expression, pointed at the food on the table and said loudly.

"I did it all!"

"Yes, yes, little Frodo is very capable!"

Responding to the sound, Helen lifted a pot from under the table and put it on the table, then picked up the spoon on the table, scooped out a few spoons from the pot, and poured them into two hobbit bowls.

"Although I may not be good at other things, my soup is the best. Legolas likes to drink this soup the most. He can drink several bowls every day when he comes back."

As she spoke, Helen blushed and lowered her head shyly as if thinking of something.

Hearing her talking about the soup she made so confidently, the two hobbits looked at the bowl she brought over with anticipation, and took a big gulp down the second they received the bowl. .

Then, that feeling made them unforgettable for life.

The fiery burning sensation has been spreading from the mouth to the stomach, not because of the temperature of the soup itself, but because of the taste of the soup, an indescribable taste.

After the smell entered the stomach, the smell would rise from the stomach to the nasal cavity, and then come out from the nasal cavity, making them tear up.

"Isn't it delicious, Legolas likes this the most!"

Helen looked at them excitedly.

Seeing her excited look, the two hobbits could only swallow the words silently and nodded.

"not bad."

Suddenly they felt a little sympathy for that Legolas.

Legolas, who was in the dark forest in the distance, suddenly sneezed.

"Frodo likes you very much."

The old hobbit took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

Helen lowered her head, staring tenderly at little Frodo who was sleeping in her arms, and gently kissed his sleeping red face.

"I promised him to bring him younger brothers and sisters."

Bilbo seemed to realize something, and turned his head suddenly, looking at this woman with a gentle expression.

"If I have children, I guess I can't be so willful anymore."

Helen smiled.

"I must leave them a beautiful world, without darkness, without pain... without the Lord of the Rings."

Helen raised her head and looked at the gray sky.

"Legolas probably understands this, so he is unwilling to talk about this topic with me."

The elf of Mirkwood raised his head, looked at the increasingly dark forest, and sighed.

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