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

"what is that?"

Orr tugged at his mother's clothes, and pointed to the two huge statues built along the mountain on the other side of the river and asked her.

"The Colossus of Argonus."

Helen raised her head and looked at the two statues. In front of them, the boat was not even as big as a toe, but the facial expressions were carved so lifelike that she couldn't help but marvel at the ingenious craftsmanship of the craftsmen.

"...my ancestors!"

Aragorn shook the oars, and a smile appeared on his expressionless face for a long time.

Humans are not as perfect as the elves, nor as dexterous as the dwarves, nor even as strong and fecund as the half-orcs. own place.

"μητρα, what are you looking at?"

Lying in his mother's arms, the little elf turned over and looked at her quietly.

Helen lowered her head, her eyes rippling like a shimmer.

"I'm watching the legend of humanity."

Orr turned his head and looked up at the huge statue with yearning. He stood up, pointed at the two statues, and his childish voice turned into bold words.

"I want to become a legend like them!"

- Your name is a legend.

Helen shook her head and smiled, and all the people on the boat laughed when they heard what he said. Helen stretched out her hand to hug Orr back, but Boromir stepped in and hugged the elf in his arms. Ole stretched out his arm and stretched out the muscles on his arm, and squinted at the elf.

"Men who become legends have strong muscles, do you have any?"

Little Orr compared his thinner arm, then looked at the solid muscle protruding from Boromir's arm, and pursed his mouth.

The elf glanced at the men around him without giving up. Aragorn's exposed arms also had smooth muscle lines. He knew the 'explosive power' on the arms of this man when he swung his sword.The hobbits ignored them, they were just little slobs who stayed at home for a long time and did nothing.

When he looked over, the dwarf rolled up his sleeves consciously.

Orr desperately found that this dwarf also had a lot of muscles on his body.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on his slender father.

After seeing his son's sight, Legolas covered his mouth and coughed softly, then pulled up his sleeves consciously.

The delicate skin like a pearl without impurities is exposed, and of course there are beautiful muscles.

Boromir held the elf with puffed cheeks in his hands, and rubbed his head against his little face. Orr kept pushing away the man's approaching face with his hands, and kept talking.

"Don't lean over, your body stinks!"

Boluo laughed amidst the elf's yelling, like a father teasing his child, throwing the elf into the sky and catching it, throwing the elf into the sky and then catching it...

"Orr and Boromir get along very well!"

Legolas watched the bows of the ship fighting with each other, laughing like a father and son, one big and one small, his tone became a little sour.

"However, I'll be fine with you."

Helen glared at Legolas who was whispering in her ear, then looked over there with a smile.

"He fell asleep." Boromir lowered his voice, carefully hugged the elf with his eyes closed and his chest heaving in his arms, and after his mother approached, he gently handed him to his mother , Before letting go, I didn't forget to put a small blanket on the elf's stomach.

Helen felt a little amused when she saw the gentle movements of this rough man.

"Why don't you find a wife and have a baby together?"

The man blushed suddenly because of her question, stretched out his hand and scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and looked at the elf in her arms with soft eyes.

"I didn't expect the child to be such a magical creature." He touched Orr's face, "The anxiety about the future, the fear of darkness, all dissipated in front of him..."

"So after I escort the ring, I will marry a wife and have a child. You have a boy, then we will have a girl, prepare her many, many beautiful dresses, and tie her hair full Little braid, when she grows up, tell her father all the heroic deeds..."

Helen replied with a smile.

"In her eyes, her father must be a hero."

Boromir froze for a moment, then a smile slowly came to his cheeks.

"Yes, her father is a hero."

Not long after passing through the statue, the group rowed to the shore.

"We'll go as soon as it gets dark and hide the boat."

"Enter Mordor from the north."

There seemed to be a shadow over the team, the dwarves didn't want to stay to recharge their batteries, while Legolas was discussing something with Aragorn in a low voice.

And the only ones in the team who were not affected were Helen and Little Orr. Like all mothers, they could comfort their children without changing their expressions even when disasters were imminent.

Orr leaned against her mother's arms, Helen half closed her eyes, hummed an unknown song softly, and stroked the head of the elf in her arms over and over again.

Even though darkness spreads throughout Middle-earth, there is also the slow growth of love and hope.

At this time, accidents happened suddenly.

Frodo was gone, and just when all attention was not on him, Boromir disappeared at the same time.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the arm stroking Orr, Helen withdrew her hand in surprise, and green scales appeared on the arm from time to time.

You've never worn the Ring before, so you don't know how big that thing is to □.

That feeling goes deep into the bone marrow, reminding it of its existence all the time.

But at this time, this feeling is like a piece of delicious meat, endowed with supreme cooking, exuding temptation to the point where she uncontrollably bared her fangs.

"Frodo!"

Helen put down Orr in her arms, and headed towards the direction that tempted her.

This was just the beginning, the battle started quickly, and a large number of orcs poured out from all directions.

With the knife in hand and the blood pumping in the air, the sense of uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger.

"Oul, you go to your ada first!"

"But···"

"No but!"

His mother, who had always looked at him with a gentle face, lowered her eyes at this moment and looked at him without too much emotion. It was only then that Orr realized that his mother was not a woman who was bent on being protected by others.

There is a kind of determination in the elf's character, so Orr turned and ran towards his father without much hesitation, without looking back.

The power of the Lord of the Rings will make people lose their minds, and even a pure heart will be stained with black spots.

Helen understood this point better than anyone else, and she roughly guessed some of it.

It is nothing more than that Boromir became greedy for the Lord of the Rings and wanted to snatch it, but Frodo avoided him.

Helen held up the sword, and while slashing the orc, she also stuck out her tongue to search for a familiar smell in the thick bloody smell.

It was obviously a small forest, but she went around in a big circle but couldn't find the person she was looking for.

"Perhaps Frodo wore the Ring."

Helen muttered to herself, then stretched out her tongue to carefully distinguish Boromir's smell in the air.

The smell in the air told her that she was a mountain range from Boromir.

At this time, a loud horn sounded from the other side of the mountain bag.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of horns came from that direction continuously as the position changed. When Helen climbed to the top of the hill, she saw two guns shooting from the forest and pierced Bo Romil's chest.

The half-orc completely ignored the man who was hit by the arrow and knelt on the ground, grabbed the two hobbits beside him and rubbed his shoulders and walked away.

The last orc drew his bow and was about to shoot him with an arrow standing in front of him, but was killed by Aragorn who arrived later.

Aragorn squatted down and grabbed his hand, trying to take out something from the package in a daze to treat him.

Boromir stopped his hand and squeezed him tightly.

Seeing this scene, Helen, who was approaching Boromir quickly, slowed down the swing of her tail.

Aragorn was talking with Boromir who was dying. Boromir was eroded by the dark force with a pale face, and he repented to Aragorn in a low voice, with a sad and painful expression on his face.

Helen turned around, unable to bear to look any further.

The heavy panting sound came from behind, making Helen's eyes turn red.

"Hey Lun, can I talk to you for a while?"

A faint voice came from behind her.

Helen turned around, quickly approached him, squatted in front of Boromir, and tightly grasped the hand he extended.

"I'm sorry, I can't show you my hometown anymore."

Boromir smiled at her apologetically, tears welling in the man's eyes.

"The White Tower of Exilion is shining like a pearl. The flag of Tower Mountain flutters in the wind, and the sound of silver trumpets echoes in your ears at any time. It is a white city. Whenever the sun rises, The whole city is as clean as heaven."

There are too many memories about him in that city, good and bad, happy and sad.

The fatuous father who loves authority still loves his power, and the little boy who once secretly made up his mind to rebuild his country has grown up unknowingly.

Shaking his hand at his father, the grown-up boy turned around and embarked on his adventure without looking back, as if he wanted to prove his excellence to his father, and then the story developed step by step, starting from the dark Turn to the light.

It seemed to be brought into a distant and misty dream.

No darkness, no smoke, a white city.

The tough man came back from the escort, walked along the white wall, walked into the white street, all these scenes were familiar to him.

A new king has arrived, with his beautiful elf wife.

Across the crowd, the man held his sword in front of his chest and bent down, like a soldier who devoted his whole body to his king.

Afterwards, the man turned around and didn't look at the cheered people surrounding the king, and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

A woman in a long white dress in the distance led a little girl with braids and ran towards him cheerfully after seeing him.

He smiled and stretched out his hand to the woman, hugged her in his arms and turned around in a circle.

The child was in tears because of his ignorance, and grabbed the corner of his clothes to protest silently. He and the woman looked at each other and laughed, each of them lifted the child from the ground with one arm, and then hugged the child on the child's tender face. Drop a kiss.

The three of them stepped on the shadow of the setting sun and set foot on the way home in the deserted alley.

My hometown is beautiful and moving.

It does not have rich and fertile land, nor is it powerful and invincible, nor does it have countless treasures, nor does it have a long history.

But I always remember that every May, when colorful flowers bloom, the white city is like a fairyland in a dream.

When the breeze blows, the green grass dances with the wind.

The city in February is the most beautiful, everything is withered, and sometimes if you are lucky enough to encounter heavy snow falling, then the white city will truly turn all white, without any gaps.

"You can't imagine how beautiful it is."

Boromir spat out a mouthful of blood, his pale face turned rosy, and his eyes sparkled.

"If...if...you have time in the future..."

[Must go and see. 】

The man closed his eyes and made no sound.

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