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

"I heard that this place was once called the Big Green Forest"

She held the map and looked at the forest shrouded in darkness in front of her. She thought that the place where the elves lived should be holy and beautiful, but now it seems that it is not too bad for her to live here for a long time.

The horse raised its hooves uneasily, no matter how hard she pulled on the rein, the horse was reluctant to enter the forest.

Helpless, she could only let go of the rein, patted the horse's body and said to it

"You go!"

Then, a person stepped into the forest.

The light in the forest was also dim, and the trees did not have the vibrant feeling of Fangorn Forest, but instead gave her a feeling that the forest was sick.

This forest, however, was the largest she had ever seen.

She crawled for a long time, and there was nothing to do but the dark trees or trees. She stuck out her tongue and carefully discerned the smell in the air.

Perhaps because it was too far away from the elf territory, she did not find a special smell from the air, but found a deeper stream.

She looked at the sky, and the sun was about to set.

So I decided to stop and take a rest.

Then tear some vines from the trees, choose two trees that grow closer, and tie a hammock between the trees with vines.

A night without dreams.

The elf hid deeper than she imagined. She searched for a long time, but she couldn't find any trace of the elf except for a few big hairy spiders and unrecognizable skeletons.

Helen, who had been there for a long time, was a little discouraged, grabbed a stone and threw it into the creek.

The stone was thrown into the water, and there were waves, and a faint red water pattern came from the other side of the bank.

"Um?!"

She stuck out her tongue, and there was a strange smell in the air, a smell she had never encountered before.

Curious about the smell, she carefully dived into the water and swam to the shore.

A small body appeared in front of her, motionless.

She patted the body lightly with her tail, but there was no response.

Then she got closer, stretched out her hand to pinch the corner of that body's clothes, and turned that body over bit by bit.

A tender and delicate face, small pointed ears, and weak breathing.

With such indescribable beauty, one can tell at a glance that this body is an elf.

"What a cute elf cub!"

She hugged this small body tenderly and pitifully, and wiped off the dirt on the elf's face bit by bit with her hands.

So one's life is over, although a comatose elf is added.

Helen is happy to take care of this young life.

On the night when she picked up this little elf, the little elf started to have a high fever, and said something she couldn't understand intermittently, and finally cried out pitifully.

She didn't know how to take care of the elf who had a fever, so she could only tear off the cloth that held the things, dipped the cloth strips in water, and kept spreading them on the elf's hot forehead.

In the end, he had no choice but to hold the elf in his arms, and rolled up his cold tail to wrap the elf tightly in it.

Fortunately, the elf's fever subsided a little the next day.

Going without food for a day was no big deal to Helen, it could be fatal to the elf.

Helen didn't know what the elves ate, so she decided to take the elves to pick some raspberries to eat.

The usefulness of the previous stepping points was reflected. After climbing with the elf for a long time, I found some ripe raspberries.

She held the elf with one hand, grabbed the trunk with the other hand, wrapped her tail around the trunk and climbed up the tree bit by bit.

The comatose elf didn't know what it was dreaming about, and suddenly called out, but before Helen could comfort the nightmare elf, an arrow shot straight at her face.

"Put down the elf in your hand!"

After Helen came to her senses, she saw herself surrounded by a group of elves, who pointed arrows at her.

"I'm just, just..."

The elf didn't listen to her explanation, and another arrow grazed her head.

"I say put down the elf in your hand, Orc!"

The elf who shot her two arrows narrowed his eyes and said to her.

If it goes on now, it is estimated that after returning the elves, they will not listen to their own explanations, and may kill themselves directly.

She thought for a while, the elf who spoke to her just now seemed to be the leader among them, so she threw the elf in her hand to the elf, and jumped off the tree the moment the elf caught the elf, and flew towards the forest Crawl deep.

"Stay here, Tauriel! I'll take care of this."

The elf handed the elf in his hand to the red-haired female elf, and chased after her.

The effect of the hard scales on the tail is highlighted, and all the arrows shot on it are bounced off, just dodge the arrows shot on the upper body.

The elf's accurate head cannot be underestimated. She used her tail to block the arrow that shot at her upper body, and anxiously watched the elf getting closer and closer to her.

Although only this one elf caught up, but the quality of this elf was too good. I don't know what kind of arrow he used. The skin scratched by the arrow has been burning and hurting.

He didn't know how long he had been crawling, but the elf's arrows seemed to be exhausted, and he drew his sword the moment he got close to her.

The sword pierced her shoulder fiercely. Enduring the burning pain, Helen first grasped the blade with one hand, and then tightly wrapped around the elf with the other hand, ignoring his other hand that hit her stomach. It grows longer, bites the elf's neck hard, and injects venom.

The moment the elf was bitten, she raised her head and knocked her head away from her neck.

A snake and an elf quickly separated

The elf covered his neck, gasped violently, stared at Helen in front of him, supported his precarious body with his bow, then struggled and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Helen wiped off the blood streaming from her forehead, looked at the fainted elf who still did not forget to stare at her, and laughed.

"Looks like I won this time!"

The elves are worthy of being the favorite of the Creator.

Helen stroked the elf's platinum-blond hair, and a delicate and flawless face appeared in front of her.

The light golden eyelashes fluttered slightly with the breathing of the owner, thick and slender.

Because the master lost consciousness, the color of the dark green pupils changed. I still remember the way these eyes stared at her angrily, just like the leaves in the Fangorn Forest were penetrated by sunlight, clear, bright and full of vitality.

That anger was burning like a green flame on the pure white jade.

Her eyes followed the texture of the clothes, and slid to the unconnected opening on the chest.

The white texture, smooth and explosive, is hidden in the darkness covered by the clothes.

She felt a little pity, and reached out her hand to touch the clothes on the elf's chest, but after thinking about it, she withdrew her hand and picked a few long and thick vines to tie the elf up and down firmly.

Not a lot of venom was injected, and it didn't take long for the elf to wake up from the coma.

"What do you want, goblin?"

The elf struggled for a moment, staring at her angrily.

Helen looked at those beautiful green pupils and smiled.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to live."

The elf looked at her with an expression of disbelief.

"You didn't listen to my explanation, and shot at me from the beginning. I can only do this to calm down and talk with you."

Helen looked at the elf's expression and sighed.

"I have no malice towards you, and I rescued that elf. At that time, I was going to pick raspberries for him to eat. If you don't believe me, you can ask the elf after he wakes up."

After hearing this sentence, the elf didn't speak, and lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.

"How is this?"

She untied the vines that bound the elf.

"I'll let you go back first, and then you'll know whether I'm telling the truth or a lie."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

After watching her untie the vine, the elf asked her a question.

"So, I have no ill intentions towards you!"

She spread her hands.

"Strange half-orc."

The elf stared at her and said something sullenly.

Afterwards, the elf picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, looked back at Helen a few more times, and disappeared into the forest without saying anything.

A few days after that conflict with the elf, she never saw the elf again.

The knives made by the elves are really different. The wound she was cut by the sword did not heal at all. On the contrary, it began to show symptoms of inflammation because it could not heal for a long time.

She untied the cloth strips wrapped around the wound, sighed, picked up the knife and cut off the pus bit by bit.

When Legolas found Helen,

She was lying on the edge of the stream with her back to him, reaching into the water with her uninjured hand, not knowing what she was doing in the water.

The injured shoulder was not treated, it was exposed, and blood was oozing from the owner's movement.

Not long after, she suddenly caught a fish from the water. After catching the fish, she seemed to be in a good mood. After throwing the fish on the bank a few times, she began to slide the scales on the fish with the sword beside her.

The hand on the injured side couldn't use force, and it seemed difficult to do these movements, and the wound was bleeding from time to time. Although the pain made her pale, she seemed to be humming happily for catching a fish.

Legolas looked at the orc like this and grabbed the bottle in his hand.

Something suddenly rolled in front of her, and she was so frightened that she dropped the knife in her hand and crawled backwards.

When I calmed down, I found that what rolled over was a beautiful little bottle.

"This is for you, I'm sorry about what happened last time."

Helen looked in the direction of the voice, and the elf stood on the tree and looked at her with frowning eyebrows.

Helen smiled at him, picked up the small bottle on the ground, and shook the bottle, the transparent liquid in the bottle flowed accordingly.

"This is for me?"

The elf nodded, and pointed to her shoulder.

"This is the medicine our elves use to treat trauma, although I don't know if it will work for you."

After speaking, the elf didn't wait for her answer, jumped from one branch to another, and disappeared after a while.

Helen held the bottle, smiled and shook her head.

The elf's medicine was very useful, and the wound healed quickly.

Helen, who thought she would never see that elf again, saw that elf again not long after.

At that time, Helen had just caught a fish from the stream, and when she emerged from the water, she saw the elf standing on a branch and staring at her.

She didn't have any shyness either, she just vomited the fish she bit into her mouth to the shore, and then went into the water to catch the fish.

"Do you usually eat these things?"

The elf looked at the fish on the ground, frowned and said to her

She scraped the fish scales with her sword, and nodded to the elf.

"How will you be here?"

"I just wanted to see if your wound healed."

The elf looked at her shoulder uncomfortably, then, as if he had discovered something, pointed to her body and said

"Why don't you have any clothes on!"

After speaking, he turned his head.

"Why should I wear clothes? Have you ever seen an orc wearing clothes?"

After hearing what she said, the elf disappeared into the forest again.

Not long after, a few clothes and a few things wrapped in leaves were thrown in front of her.

After dropping these things, the elf stood on the branch with a blank expression, with his back turned.

Helen looked at the elf on the tree, then at the things on the ground, finally sighed, and picked up the things on the ground.

Although Helen, who was used to not wearing clothes, felt embarrassed not to accept the kindness of the elf, so she could only put on the clothes sent to her.

The leaves were wrapped in pieces of white stuff. Helen didn't want to eat it very much, but seeing the elf looking at her expectantly, she could only take a bite.

"vomit……"

"Don't you like to eat it!" The elf jumped down from the tree excitedly.

"No, you also know that snakes are carnivores, eating this is really..."

The elf said nothing, just stared at her, frowning.

"By the way, can you tell me your name?"

Not wanting the things sent by j□j spirit, Helen immediately changed the subject.

"...Legolas Greenleaf."

"My name is Helen!"

Helen, who successfully changed the topic, smiled happily, and secretly hid the things she was carrying in her clothes.

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I am so tired of writing~~~~~ I actually exceeded 3000 words

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