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

Since the child came out, Legolas has been in a hurry.

All you see in other people's homes are little angels, but they all become little devils in your own home.

He, shouldn't be called Eurofer now.

The Elf King is very firm in demanding that the child must be called this name.

Orofer, the name of Thranduil's late father.

Eurofer is just a little naughty ghost.

Every time Legolas helped him cover the blanket, he would kick it away, and when he saw his father covering him again, he would laugh very happily.

When Legolas fed him milk, he would spray it all over his father's face with a 'poof', and when he saw his father's angry look, he would cry again.

The Elf King, who didn't know the reason, would reprimand Legolas severely every time.

Many times, Legolas said to Helen with an aggrieved face.

"Now I finally understand how difficult it is for ada to take care of me."

However, this little mischievous ghost, when lying in the arms of the elf king, was quietly like a little angel.

He opened his eyes wide, stared at the Elf King without blinking, and kept laughing 'giggle'.

The Elf King with Orofer in his arms has become the warmest scenery in the palace.

Helen always thought that the Elven King just loved Orofel more.

Later, the facts proved to her that she was dead wrong.

"Ada! What are you doing?"

Legolas pushed open the door, still holding the bottle that had just been filled with hot milk.

He just went out to drink some milk, but when he came back, he saw such a scene.

His father should have just stepped down from the throne, the crown on his head was thrown aside casually by him, and the clothes on his body were loose, as if he had been grabbed by something.

And his son, Orofer.

Now he is sitting on the shoulders of his usually majestic and arrogant father, his little hands are messing up the hair of the Elf King, and his feet are shaking from side to side following the ups and downs of the Elf King's body, tightly clamping his neck. Still don't know what to call.

Time seemed to stand still, only the elf kept calling.

The Elf King quickly lifted the elf from his shoulders and put him back in the crib where he should be.

Then his father looked at him with a calm expression.

"Legolas, what were you doing just now?"

If it weren't for the loose clothes and messy hair on his father, looking at his father's expression, Legolas would have thought that what happened just now was just his hallucination.

After all, it was his father, and Legolas didn't express any thoughts about the scene he saw just now.

"I just went to prepare milk for Eurofer."

After hearing this, the Elf King nodded expressionlessly and walked past Legolas.

"...Wait a minute, ada. Your crown..."

Legolas pointed to the crown thrown aside, and said something in a low voice.

The back of the Elven King froze, his father turned around, walked slowly back to the side of the crown, bent down to pick up the crown on the ground, passed by Legolas without changing his expression, and left here.

After completely losing sight of his father, Legolas covered his stomach, squatted on the ground, and laughed out loud.

And it's not just this one thing.

Orofel has a bad habit, that is, he sleeps soundly during the day, and then he is full of energy at night, constantly making noises to his parents so that they can't fall asleep all night.

Then, suddenly, I slept very peacefully for a period of time.

While heaving a sigh of relief, Helen was also wondering why Orofel slept at night.

This question haunted her for a long time, until one day when she came to Orofel's room early at night, she saw the Elven King standing in front of her son's bed, whispering something.

"Just a little, a little."

Talking about pouring something for him to drink, Orofel clapped his hands happily after drinking the thing.

Helen stuck out her tongue to carefully distinguish the smell in the air, and then her face changed the second she knew the smell.

"Dad! Do you know that you can't feed your child alcohol!"

Standing in front of the Elf King, Helen got angry with the Elf King for the first time in her life, but the Elf King didn't even get angry.

He raised the wine bottle in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile.

"Just a little wine."

It was only later that Helen found out that when her son saw Legolas drinking, he waved his hand to signal him that he would drink a little too.

Of course it was rejected by Legolas.

The clever ghost turned his attention to his grandfather.

The elf king is usually quite vigorous and decisive in dealing with other matters, but when facing the lovely face of his grandson, his heart that has been hardened by the war and pain is completely unable to treat it ruthlessly.

So, seeing Orofel's pitiful appearance, grandpa's heart had already turned into a pool of water, and he poured a little from the wine bottle and gave it to Orofel.

Perhaps it was because of the half-elf blood in Orofer, and he fell in love with this smell ever since.

One is two, and two is three.

Her son learned to drink before he even learned to talk.

Helen said to the Elf King helplessly.

"You can't spoil Orofel too much, it's not good for his growth!"

The elf king's stubbornness was deeply reflected at this time. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, reached out and touched his grandson's little head on the bed, and raised his eyebrows as if carved by a knife.

"I dote on my grandson, is that wrong?"

It was obviously a rhetorical question, but he abruptly said it into an affirmative sentence.

And Helen also knew that it had become an established fact that the Elf King doted on Orofer.

"I didn't expect that what happened to Baggins would happen to me. Now I suddenly understand how Baggins felt when I doted on Frodo."

Helen complains to Legolas that his father loves Orofer too much.

Legolas smiled and hugged her tightly.

"You don't have to worry too much. Ada has his own ideas. Since he likes Orofer, let him go. Anyway, Orofer also likes Ada."

Helen sighed, twirled in Legolas' arms, and lay down.

"I hope so."

The Elf King heard from another Elf King that the earlier a child's education starts, the better.

So in addition to the necessary activity of making Orofer happy every day, he started the 'journey' of teaching Orofer to speak.

In order to allow Orofel to have a basic concept of the language he speaks while being able to speak.

The Elven King carved many simple words on the wooden board with his own hands.

"Ah... yay... wow..."

Orofel, who couldn't even walk well, was sitting crookedly on the bed in his shorts, opening and closing his small mouth and spitting out some strange syllables in a daze.

The blond and slender Elf King took out the wooden board in his hand, bent over, pointed at the words on the wooden board with his beautiful fingers, and read the words on the wooden board over and over again.

Looking at the crown on the elf king's head that was too late to take off, Helen smiled and shook his head at Legolas beside him, poured a glass of water and put it on the table near the elf king.

——Looks like he came here after stepping down from the throne again today.

Helen looked at the way of getting along with a big and a small where you teach a sentence and I say a sentence, and sighed.

It seems that this kind of teaching method is not very effective. Orofel babbled for a long time, but he didn't utter a single exact word.

The Elf King looked a little dejected.

Helen and Legolas leaned towards the Elf King, wanting to comfort the gloomy Elf King.

Not knowing what he thought of, the Elf King raised his head, pointed to his son behind him and said a word to Orofel.

"ada!"

Legolas looked at his son expectantly, to see if he could say the word.

As a result, Orofel didn't utter a single syllable. Instead, he wrinkled his face and spat out in disgust.

"Isn't this okay?"

The Elf King ignored the ugly expression of his son behind him, lowered his head and thought for a while, then pointed to Helen and said a word.

"μητρα"

Orofel looked in the direction pointed by the Elf King, his big green eyes moved from his mother's face to her chest, and then he smacked his lips.

"This habit is not good!"

Although the Elf King said so, he kept pouring a glass of milk for Orofel.

Helen was suddenly full of doubts about her son's future development.

Eurofer learned the language for a while, but still couldn't speak a single word.

This hit the Elf King hard, and taught Orofel in different ways every day.

In this way, a month passed.

Today, the Elven King had to deal with some matters in the forest, and Legolas was going out on patrol. Helen was lying on the bed feeling unwell, so no one could take care of Orofel.

The task of taking care of Orofer naturally fell on Taurier.

Rather than taking care of this fragile and soft young creature, Tauriel would rather go out and fight the orcs.

But compared to other elves, the Elf King obviously trusted her more. Even if he was very unwilling, Tauriel could only bite the bullet and take care of Orofel.

Fortunately, Eurofer was sleeping almost all of the time today, and Tauriel didn't need to do anything other than regularly check whether he had wet the bed and whether the blanket covering him was properly covered.

So, Taurier, who was idle, carefully observed the elf sleeping on the bed.

Orofel does not look much different from an elf in appearance. He also has small pointed ears. He has inherited his father's blond hair and green eyes. His small nose is more like his mother's. The thicker eyebrows are definitely inherited from his grandfather...

Tao Ruier looked at this young life with some fascination, and then saw the elf's mouth move, and his eyes slowly opened.

The green pupils looked wet because of just waking up, and they were out of focus for a long time.

Then, the little creature sat up unsteadily, yawned a little, and made a sound like a cat purring.

—He, he looked over.

Tauriel stood still, blushing and staring at the little creature.

Orofel blushed, he didn't cry or make a fuss, he stared closely at the elf standing in front of him, then moved his eyes from top to bottom, stopped at Tauriel's chest, and smashed it Smash your mouth.

--oh!He is hungry.

Tao Ruier sighed, covering his chest with his hands, and resigned to his fate, he turned around to prepare milk for Orofel.

When pouring the hot milk from the pot into another bottle, Tao Ruier shook his hand and didn't hold the container in his hand firmly. As a result, all the hot milk poured into the gap of the collar.

"Rhaich!"

Tao Ruier was so hot that he couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Looking at all the milk splashed on the ground and white on his body, Taurier sighed again, and turned around to heat another bottle of milk for Orofer.

"Rhaich!"

Suddenly, a childish and unclear voice came from behind her.

Taurier turned around slowly with a stiff body, and saw Orofel with a bright smile on his little face, looking at her lying on the railing beside the bed.

"You...you can talk!"

Taurier didn't care about the milk and his discomfort, and quickly ran to Eurofer's bed, looking at the elf lying on the fence with surprise on his face.

"Say it again, Eurofer, say it again!"

Seemingly not quite understanding why the elf in front of him was so excited, Orofel tilted his head, and said it again in a vague way.

"Rhaich!"

After Tao Ruier heard it, he happily kissed Eurofer's face hard, and said with a big smile.

"The Elf King will be very happy to know that you can speak!"

After being kissed, Orofel also giggled, and then said something.

"Rhaich!"

At this time, after hearing clearly what Orofer said, Tao Ruier broke out in a cold sweat.

"No, no, you can't say that!"

Tauriel grabbed the wooden board next to Orofer, pointed to the words on it and said.

"Say this, say this, ada!"

The elf looked at her blankly, sucked the fingers of his left hand, thought for a while, and then uttered a syllable.

"Rhaich!"

"My God! This, this μητρα"

"Rhaich!"

"No no no, read μητρα with me! μητρα!"

"Rhaich!"

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Seeing the little elf who had been corrected many times and still screaming Rhaich`Rhaich, Tauriel covered his head in despair.

"My God! The Elven King will kill me!!!"

The sky was getting dark, and the Elf King walked into Orofel's room with brisk steps.

He smiled gently at the elf on the bed.

Seeing that his favorite grandpa was coming, Eurofer stretched out his hand to him with a bright smile, and opened his mouth to speak.

Tauriel quickly stuffed the bottle into Orofer's mouth, blocking the syllable he was about to utter, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing, Tauriel."

The Elven King looked at Tauriel.

"No... just feed some milk, Eurofer didn't drink a lot of milk today."

Tao Ruier avoided looking at the Elf King.

The Elf King didn't care what was wrong with Tauriel, he walked directly to Orofel, hugged him out of the bed, and said with a smile.

"Let me see if Little Eurofer learned anything today."

Saying that, he took the bottle from Orofel's mouth.

Taurel closed his eyes.

"Rhaich!"

The elf danced and said the words he just learned today to his favorite grandpa, staring at the elf in front of him with sparkling eyes.

"..."

The Elf King didn't speak for a long time, the smile froze on his face.

After a long time, he turned his head and stared sullenly at the female elf behind him with her eyes closed.

"Taurell! What have you done!"