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

"After everything is over, I want to have a good talk with your uncle."

Helen pushed back the hair covering her face, and her pale gold pupils stared closely at the hobbit in front of her.

Frodo felt as if he was being stared at by a snake. The snake was still hissing at him and spitting snake letters. He froze in place, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his neck was swinging stiffly and slowly. .

With a 'poof' sound, the woman who was still cold just now suddenly put on a smile.

"You don't really think I'll do something to your uncle, do you?"

Frodo stepped back silently with a dry smile.

Seeing Frodo's reaction, Helen covered her head in distress.

"Although I'm a little annoyed that your uncle wrote my story without authorization, the feeling of depression still accounts for most of it."

"and!"

Helen quickly opened the book, turned to one side and pointed to the passage above, and said to Frodo.

"Since your uncle has already beautified the relationship between me and Legolas, why can't you beautify my image? Am I so weak? Your uncle sometimes relies on my protection when he is on the journey. Why is it in the book? In the middle, I have no other appearances except falling in love with Legolas?"

Helen stuffed the book back into Frodo's arms.

"Ask your uncle to change it until I am satisfied!"

"When escorting the Lord of the Rings, we may not be able to fully protect you, so..." Helen gently pressed her hand on the wound stabbed by the Witch King of Angmar, "You must learn to protect yourself and live to the end .”

"In the end, you will come back alive to watch the revised book come out again!"

Frodo's eyes widened, and he took her hand back.

"Then you have to promise me that you will live after the Lord of the Rings is destroyed."

Helen froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

——We made an appointment, and no one is allowed to die in the end.

A group of people embarked on the road, and the gray-robed wizard walked in the front, holding a map to judge the route.

The first chosen route was to cross the Misty Mountains via the foot of Calanras, and finally Frodo would throw the Lord of the Rings into Mount Doom.

"Did we forget something?"

Gandalf sat on the horse with a map and scanned the team for a while, whispering, until the group of people walked a long way, and suddenly there was a shouting sound from behind.

"Wait a minute, you wait a moment, there is still me!"

A slightly fat hobbit with curly hair came running from behind, waving his hands.

Helen pulled the rein, turned her head and looked at the hobbit running far away, after the hobbit finally approached, he gasped heavily and spoke intermittently

"You...you...forgot about me."

Helen turned her head to look at the wizard Gandalf. Gandalf was a little embarrassed by her suspicious gaze, then pointed to the hobbit on the ground and said to Helen.

"This is Sam, Frodo's friend."

Sam's lateness is not because of his slow movement. Usually Sam is relatively silent, not as lively as Merry and Pippin, and he is not the one holding the ring, so others naturally ignore him, but Sam's good friend Buddha When Luo Duo saw Helen, he became overjoyed and forgot about him.

After poor Sam woke up, he was told that the others had left long ago, and ran out without even getting dressed carefully.

Looking at the hobbit whose clothes were messily wrapped around his body and whose hair was also messed up like a bird's nest.

Everyone laughed, and the depressing atmosphere just now disappeared completely.

So the group finally set off.

Not long after the journey started, Legolas started talking to Aragorn, and Helen was a little bored and dazed beside him.

Boromir rode his horse and approached Helen quietly. He saw that Legolas and Aragorn were having a lively chat and didn't notice him. Then he pulled the horse's rein and moved closer to Helen.

"You are Helen."

Boromir unconsciously panicked when Helen turned her head to look at him.

"I... I mean, I've read books about you since I was a kid."

Helen tilted her head, not quite understanding what he meant.

"In short... that is, you are my childhood dream lover!"

Boromir blushed, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, turning his head, not daring to look at her expression.

"But after I saw you got married, I didn't have that kind of thought..."

The man raised his head and looked at the blue sky.

"I am the son of the regent of Gondor. I have been locked in the palace since I was a child. Every day, apart from facing the cold walls, there are boring books, and the stern-faced swordsmanship teacher..." Speaking of this, Boromir With a bit of a bitter smile, "The appearance of that book was a ray of light in my childhood, the endless green Shire, the mysterious forest shrouded in darkness - Mirkwood, the villain sleeping on top of countless gold and silver treasures." The dragon, the dwarf who left home, the beautiful and affectionate Helen... There are so many people and scenery that cannot be described."

Boromir turned his head, and there seemed to be light beating in his eyes.

"You can't, you can't imagine the shock that this has caused a child."

He smiled, and at that moment, his whole body was full of vigor and vitality.

"I'm full of yearning for the outside world, and I also want to meet the Helen in the book that the author will never forget."

Boromir looked at Helen steadfastly.

"I see it now."

"Then how did you feel when you saw it?"

Helen smiled and pulled up the hem of her clothes to reveal her own tail, and the green tail waved towards him.

"It feels exactly as I imagined."

The man let go of the rein in his hand, stretched, then turned to look at her, and stretched out his hand.

"I don't know if we can invite Ms. Helen to come to Gondor as our guest after everything is over. Although the scenery there may not be as beautiful as the forest of elves, it is also very beautiful... oh! And your husband."

Boromir withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and touched his nose, after Legolas looked over.

"We will."

After looking back at her husband, Helen nodded to Boromir.

The journey on the first day was quite pleasant, but the sky gradually darkened in a blink of an eye. As the only woman in the team, Helen naturally took over the task of making dinner.

Frodo fell asleep after a hard day's journey, and did not hear what Helen said at all.

"Although I'm not very good at making other things, my soup is not bad."

Saying that, Helen patted her chest confidently, and then rejected Legolas who came to help.

"I can do it by myself, Legolas, you should take a good rest."

Then, she pushed Legolas away, grabbed the mushrooms and some wild vegetables picked from the ground, and was about to cook the soup.

Boromir looked a little excited, he elbowed Legolas, looking eager.

"Helen's soup should be very good!"

Legolas ignored him, just sighed silently, grabbed some kind of animal hunted on the ground, skillfully bled it, thinned its skin, and roasted it on the fire.

"Okay, okay, my soup is ready." Helen picked up the bowl and poured the soup into it, turning her head to Sam from time to time and urged, "Sam, wake Frodo up."

The soup in the bowl was clear and translucent, and there was no strange color, and there was nothing special about the mushrooms and wild vegetables floating in the soup. Frodo took a deep breath while holding the bowl, and there was no strange smell.

Perhaps after such a long time, Helen's cooking skills have also improved a lot.

Thinking of this, Frodo actually had some expectations for the taste of the soup, and then he blew and waited for the soup to cool down a bit, then took a big gulp.

He regretted it.

Frodo did not expect that Helen could still cook this strange soup when the seasonings were scarce in the wild. This time the soup did not have the fiery feeling of last time. On the contrary, there was a strong bitter taste first, followed by a The sour smell of soil rushed from the stomach to the nostrils.

Frodo covered his mouth, trying not to let it come out.

In fact, the others were not much better. They all bent over and covered their mouths. Gandalf gulped down more than half of it, and now he was trying to restrain himself from vomiting.

Only Legolas sat in the middle without changing his face, holding a bowl and drinking one mouthful at a time.

Helen didn't notice their sad expressions, and said with a smile.

"Merry and Pippin are going on holiday, right? They even brought the bowl and pot... How about it, isn't the soup I cook delicious? Legolas loves my soup the most."

Legolas actually smiled and nodded to Helen, perhaps because he couldn't bear to see the painful expressions of the others, Legolas pointed to Helen's back and said.

"Your soup is running dry."

"Oops, my soup!"

With a loud cry, Helen turned around and ran towards the still boiling pot.

Boromir quickly poured out the soup in his hands, and the others followed suit. Afterwards, Boromir wiped his mouth and looked at Legolas with sympathy.

"I wish you happiness!"

Legolas continued drinking his soup without even looking back.

"Thank you."

Frodo looked at Legolas with a grim expression and finally couldn't help asking.

"Do you like the taste?"

The blond elf put down the bowl in his hand, looked at the back of the woman not far away with a little helplessness and doting, and smiled softly.

"No, just used to it."

Every day when I returned to the palace, I could see a disheveled woman sitting on the dining table with a bowl of hot soup on it, and when she saw him, she smiled happiest than anyone else.

Facing this face, he couldn't say anything.

At first, she would frown because of the strange smell, and then she would smile back at her.

"tastes good!"

It’s just like this year after year, even he can’t believe it. He has been drinking such a terrible thing for 60 years.

Legolas supported his head, staring closely at Helen who was busy, his whole face softened.

He lowered his voice, with a hint of pleading, and said to the people around him

"Wait a minute, please don't tell her that her soup is terrible."

When the hot soup was served again, everyone drank it clean without frowning.

The author has something to say: For Boromir, the affection for Helen is the love that fans have for their favorite stars!

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