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

The second after Gandalf finished speaking, fire suddenly burned around the bridge, and a huge monster with flames all over his body emerged from under the bridge, roaring at them in a low voice.

"Wow! Is this the Balrog?"

The little elf was lying on his mother's body, his eyes were shining because of the flames on Balrog's body, he turned his head and screamed excitedly.

"It looks so cool!"

Gandalf turned his head expressionlessly and said something to Helen.

"Watch your children."

Then raise your wand and point it to the other side of the bridge.

"Run!"

At this time, Helen didn't care about educating Orr anymore, she just pressed the elf's head on her shoulder, and rushed towards the bridge with the others.

Although the pace of the crowd was fast, the speed of the Balrog was not unstoppable. Seeing that the Balrog behind him was about to catch up.

After thinking for a while, Helen hugged Orr and pushed it to Legolas beside him.

"Here, let me stall for a while."

After hearing these words, Legolas took Orr and pushed into Aragorn's arms behind him, drew the arrow behind him, and drew his bow to point at the Balrog on the opposite side.

"No, I'll hold this guy back, you go first!"

Helen grabbed the bow in Legolas' hand and pushed him, making him catch up with the others.

"The Balrog cannot be dealt with with ordinary weapons. I still know some magic. You are completely hindering me here..."

So Helen and Legolas quarreled over who would stay.

Gandalf looked at the couple who could quarrel at such a critical moment, pressed his forehead with some headaches, and finally raised his wand and knocked on the heads of the two of them.

"That's enough! Don't let any of you stay, I'll be the queen!"

Gandalf stood in the middle of the bridge, raising his wand to the flaming Balrog over there.

A little guy stood in front of a behemoth and was able to resist it. Orr opened his mouth wide and stared at Gandalf adoringly. Then he pointed to Gandalf and asked his mother.

"μητρα, can you be like him?"

Helen shook her head in embarrassment, "Magic is not something your mother specializes in."

Then, both mother and child looked up at Gandalf on the bridge, and Gandalf gave a loud roar.

"You can't come here!"

Then he raised his luminous magic wand and hit it hard on the bridge. The bridge was broken in two, naturally unable to bear the weight of the giant Balrog, and Balrog fell down along with the broken bridge body.

Gandalf turned around, although he was sweating profusely and dusty all over, looking embarrassed, but Helen looked down at her son's glowing eyes, and sighed secretly for the Elven King.

——I guess Dad will be very jealous!Oll has an idol besides him.

However, before her thoughts dissipated, Gandalf's feet were bound by the whip thrown by the Balrog in the next second, and he lost his balance.

Gandalf grabbed the edge of the bridge with both hands, and said to everyone on the other side of the bridge, "You go..."

Then fell.

As Frodo cried, little Orr turned his head to look at his mother with tears in his eyes.

"Why do my idols leave me?"

——That’s because your grandpa will do everything possible to prevent you from seeing your new idol after you have a new idol other than him.

After Gandalf fell, the atmosphere in the team suddenly became sad, and Orr was crying softly.

Everyone looked a little sad. Aragorn, who had always been silent, took on the role of leader. He frowned and asked Legolas to help the others.

Boromir expressed resistance to this, "Let them be quiet!"

Aragorn turned his head and looked at him seriously.

"Orcs will swarm here at night, we must rush to Rossroningan!"

The road was so rare and quiet, Helen hugged each other, Frodo was hugged by Helen, and little Orr was hugged by his mother, his little face was leaning on Helen's shoulder, sobbing softly.

After entering the forest, the dwarf Gimli was extremely disturbed. He followed closely behind Helen, chattering and whispering to Frodo beside Helen.

"I heard that there is a terrible witch living here, with great power, just look at her, you will be bewitched, and then disappear forever!"

Frodo turned pale with fright at the dwarf's words, little Orr sniffed, and lowered his head to the dwarves on the ground.

"You and I, Abuelo, said differently. He said that there is an old witch who loves to eavesdrop on other people's thoughts!"

——Papa, what did you say to Orr!

Helen covered her son's mouth, raised her finger and made a 'shh' gesture to him.

Frodo became a little strange at this time, he kept turning around and shaking his head, looking around.

"I just said Abuelo is right! This old witch not only loves to listen to other people's hearts, but also loves to talk to other people's brains..."

Helen didn't take back her hand this time, but tightly covered her son's mouth, annoyed and whispered in Orr's ear.

"You are in someone else's territory, you must know how to respect others!..."

——Some things can be said in private at home.

Helen didn't say the rest, because she heard a gentle female voice with a smile appear in her mind.

"Your son is so funny!"

Helen watched the elf who appeared suddenly, pointed an arrow at them, and pulled Orr into her arms.

The fair-haired elf stood up and said a word to the dwarf, which made the dwarf's face uneasy. Then he turned his head, bent down and said to little Orr in Helen's arms.

"The queen of our forest is not...a witch."

Helen turned her head in embarrassment.

Led by the elf Halda, they walked through the spiral staircase built around the thick trees, and came to the palace hanging on the branches.

Under the shadow of the moonlight, two glowing elves walked down the steps slowly.

The tension for a long time dissipated completely under the shroud of the holy light. The female elf who walked down the steps turned her head and winked at Orr quietly.

Then the male King of the Elves began to ask them where Gandalf was.

Before they could answer, the female elf looked at Aragorn, opened her eyes wide, and narrated all the things they had experienced before.

Ole leaned on his mother's shoulder and whispered something into Helen's ear.

"Look, μητρα, she's peeking at other people's thoughts again."

Helen knocked Orr's head hard.

That night, the elves sang a song for Gandalf.

Legolas also had a rare low face, fetched a bottle of water, and stood aside listening to the singing of the elves.

"They mourn for Gandalf..."

The blond elf turned his head, his emerald green eyes gleaming with grief.

Helen hugged Orr, walked aside, picked up a branch and drew a circle on the ground.

"μητρα, what are you doing?"

Or propped his head up, looking at his mother.

"I'm divination." Helen smiled, and drew some patterns and words in the circle that he couldn't understand. "I always thought that Gandalf would not die so easily. He is a Maier after all."

Then, Helen spit out a few syllables, and the pattern on the ground gradually became brighter, and then the pattern burned and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Helen's eyes widened, and her red lips lost their color.

"...μητρα?"

Immediately afterwards, an incredible thing happened, as if there was an invisible hand, a new pattern gradually emerged on the ground.

Helen sighed and smiled.

"Sure enough, Gandalf is still alive, I was shocked..."

This night is destined to be a sleepless night, with elves singing, Aragorn and Boromir talking cordially, and hobbits feeling sad.

Little Orr yawned and fell asleep in Helen's arms.

The elf had a dream. The female elf he had seen before came to him in the twilight of the morning light. Even though Abuelo told him about the bad character of this female elf, he was still amazed by her beauty.

"You look very much like Eurofer."

The female elf squatted down slowly, reached out and stroked his hair lightly, with a nostalgic look on her face.

"Olofer? That's my name."

The elf tilted his head suspiciously, looking at the beautiful elf in front of him.

She narrowed her blue eyes and smiled.

"To be precise, this Eurofer is your Abuelo's father."

"That's my ada's ada's ada!"

Orr wrinkled his fingers, distressed by this complicated relationship.

"Your Abuelo loves his father very much. When I first met him, he was a young elf full of life and vitality, and he was angry for a long time because I read his inner thoughts..."

Galadriel raised her head, and the dark sky was being eroded by white light, slowly spreading.

"I remember, when we met for the first time, it was also at this time..."

Orofel, the Elf King of the Great Green Forest, led his son through the long corridor to her.

Also long blond hair, bushy eyebrows, and blue pupils.

The only difference is that the flames in those eyes are bright and intense.

When did it change?

It is to raise the sword to fight against the dense crowd of half-beasts, or to face the fire-breathing dragon with the sword drawn in the stomach.

No, it was the time when I hugged my father's body and cried bitterly.

And so the flame went out.

"what happened to you?"

The elf waved her hand out in front of her.

Galadriel came back to her senses and smiled at him apologetically.

"Before you go, is there anything you want?"

The elf lowered her head, propped her head up and thought for a while, then smiled at her with a blushing face and a little embarrassment.

"I want a kiss from you."

After Orr finished speaking, he turned his head and stopped looking at her.

The elf queen laughed, brushed off the hair covering his forehead, and gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

"May the light be with you!"

The Lord of the Rings expedition got on the boat and gradually went away. Boromir turned his head and took another deep look at this fairyland, recalling the scene of his hometown in his mind.

Ouer stood on the boat, and while fighting with his father, he drew out his little sword and pointed towards the sun.

The sun shines directly on the blade, reflecting a dazzling light.

Galadriel, who stood on the shore and watched them go away, couldn't help holding her breath after seeing this scene.

Vaguely, the blond Elf King stepped on the corpses of countless orcs and slowly walked to the top, raised the sword in his hand, and pointed it in the direction of the sun.

The few elves on the battlefield shouted loudly and raised their bloody swords.

"For our king, Eurofer!"

The author has something to say: I wrote a little bit of the previous story... The next chapter is still anti-theft...