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

"This is amazing!"

The hobbits rushed out of their holes with a cry of joy, and rolled into a ball among the flowers.

"I really can't believe that Mordor has such...such..." Sam thought for a while, but couldn't come up with an accurate adjective.

"Wonderland..." Frodo continued, lying in the bushes with a smile, picked up a small petal and put it in front of his nose, taking a deep breath, "It's so beautiful here..."

The exhaustion of the journey and the darkness shrouded in that moment went away, and the eyes were full of endless purple flowers.

"I really want, really want to die here..."

Frodo closed his eyes, not knowing whether to speak to himself or to someone else.

There is no need to discuss further, the hobbits have proved by their actions that they will rest here tonight.

Surrounded by beautiful scenery, a group of people shared dinner in a good mood. Sam had a rare good look at Gulu, and he no longer resisted Gulu's approach.

Under the subtle light of the fire, the purple petals are so transparent that the fibers in the petals can be seen clearly. Small clusters are gathered together to fit the dark black rocky land. A turn in the direction of each other is like a child playing with each other, they are inseparable.

Sam used his hands as pillows to support the back of his head, lay down in the flowers and hiccupped, lazily staring at the dark night sky, trembling, the melody without lyrics slowly came out from his mouth, long and long, It's like gentle running water slowly pouring into their eardrums.

"Good night, sweet dreams!"

Helen slowly closed her eyes.

tick-

Helen moved her eyelids.

tick-

Helen waved her hand in annoyance, trying to shake off the annoying noise.

tick-

Finally, the overwhelmed Helen opened her eyes, a little restlessly looking for the noise that made her unable to fall asleep.

Her mind was clouded, and Helen looked around in confusion.

Purple flowers clustered around her, and the soft petals kept rubbing against her cheeks.

——No, this is it?

Helen stretched out her hand, and was surprised to find that her hands had turned into green and transparent leaves. The world shrank at that moment, and the flower that was originally only the size of her palm became as big as hers.

To be precise, it's not that the flower has grown bigger, but that she has become a flower.

The ticking sound just now came from the stone pipe cut from the rock beside her. If you look carefully, you will find that there is not only this stone pipe around, but many stone pipes or pass through the soil. Or be suspended in mid-air around the entire 'garden'.

Helen found that the 'garden' she was in was not as big as she saw this morning, but only a small piece, pitifully occupying the middle of a hollow in the middle of the Doomsday Volcano.

The soil near the active volcano is not suitable for plant growth. In addition, the active volcano is constantly ejecting magma, and the temperature is much higher than other places. Helen still remembers that when she was climbing, there was no trace of water source. been.

In such an environment, so many flowers can be grown, Helen still admires this half-orc very much.

If it weren't for her current body, she still wanted to see this half-orc. Thinking of this, Helen waved the leaves on her body depressedly.

Therefore, Helen's "flower" began to live as a plant. When she was thirsty, she exposed her roots to receive a drop or two of water. After the sun rose, she took a comfortable position and pointed the green parts of her body at the sun, and then had a good night's sleep.

Such days did not last long, the owner of the 'garden' came.

When the half-orc with his upper body on his back came, Helen felt the flowers around her instantly come alive, unfolding the petals at the top one by one, aiming at the not-so-good-looking figure.

A deep knife mark ran along its forehead and across its entire face, making its already ugly face even more hideous.

Helen swayed the flowers above her head, stretched out her green leaves and waved to him.

— Orcs, Orcs!

——You look very familiar!

The half-orc turned his head to look at her if he felt something, the black eyes blocked by the high forehead softened, and the bloody smell faded away. He raised his feet carefully, avoiding the green flowers protruding from the soil. Long stem, came to her.

"Are you ok?"

The half-orc squatted down, because he was afraid of stepping on other flowers, his huge body was only supported by two toes.

--I am fine!

Helen shook the blade.

The half-orc smiled with its head tilted, its green face mixed with oil was squeezed into a ball, and its teeth were covered with red and black marks of dried blood. flower.

"You have to grow up healthy until the end!"

Helen still didn't quite understand what the orcs meant, until not long after, the flowers died one after another, and large areas died.

Holding hands full of withered petals, the ferocious half-orc cried like a lost child.

Then, the rude and ferocious half-orc took a small shovel that he snatched from nowhere, and shoveled out the dead flowers mixed with the soil bit by bit.

Helen always thought that orcs were an impatient race, but she later found out that she was wrong.

The soil near Doomsday Volcano was completely unable to allow plants to grow, so this silly half-orc used tattered pieces of cloth to dig up the soil from other places, wrapping it back and forth again and again.

Without water, it cuts off the rock, flattens it bit by bit, grinds it round, and then puts it together section by section. It is hundreds of miles from the volcano to the nearest water source, but this 'stupid' The orcs pierced through the rocks alive, and connected the water pipes to bring in the water.

Seeds were sown batch after batch, and batch after batch died.

I can still see this half-orc with his upper body naked, planting flowers day after day.

One day, one month, one year, ten years.

First a little bit of green, then a big patch of green, then bigger and wider, and people who have never crossed the dead swamp and circled behind the volcano never know it.

The black volcano of Mordor, with flowers blooming behind it.

At the moment when the flowers in the mountains bloomed, the half-orc tore his throat, laughed loudly, opened his hands through the flowers, and rolled hard inside.

Helen thought that was the end, it was just a half-orc who loved beautiful flowers.

But she was wrong again.

Orcs are waiting for someone.

After stroking all the flowers, it hummed a tune that was not in tune at all, and finally sat quietly on a rock, watching the distance quietly.

Sometimes it would laugh unconsciously while sitting, the muscles on its face trembled uncontrollably, and its eyes were gentle.

Only at this time, under the support of inner emotions, the original ugly facial features softened, and those black eyes were like gleaming obsidian, extremely beautiful and moving.

She was used to the appearance of orcs drinking blood, but seeing such a tender side now made her palpitate.

This stupid half-orc seemed to be tired of waiting in vain. It patrolled its 'garden' for a week, and then locked its obsidian-like eyes on Helen.

It found the most beautiful flower.

The half-orc's face suddenly enlarged, and it lay on the ground, just like the most devout believer looking up to the true god, and used the most humble posture to peel off the soil from her roots bit by bit, and 'take' her out of the ground. Put it in a small flower pot that it has prepared long ago.

One flower and one half of the orcs embarked on a journey.

Without a weapon, and casually wearing a piece of clothing, the half-orc relaxed his strength and hung the flower pot on his waist.

When the rain came down, the half-orc put the flower pot in his arms, blocked the raindrops with his body, and protected the young stems and leaves of the flowers.

When the sun came out, the half-orc climbed to the top of the tree with his thick arms, and raised his arms so that the flowers could be bathed in the sun.

- Flowers, flowers, my beautiful flowers.

——Please show your most beautiful side and let me give it to the beautiful Helen.

The half-orc was looking forward to it, looking for it day after day.

Poor Orc, every time he went to a new place, different people drove it away and aimed at it with weapons.

But it always remembered that Helen hated violence and bloody half-orcs, so he never resisted, fled from one place to another, and kept searching.

It hid in the darkest corner of the human town, was chased and expelled by the elf's bow and arrow, and was severely hit by the dwarf's ax...

Until it was walking through the forest, in a sunken hole, it saw another figure in a black cloak.

That figure was too similar to Helen, it jumped down without hesitation, and kept approaching with the purple flowers in its hands.

"Here you are, here you are... Helen."

Helen, who was held in the palm of the hand by the half-orc, swayed the petals on her body in surprise after hearing this sound.

At that moment, the fog in her mind dissipated, and she recognized the orc.

However, in the next second, blood flew everywhere.

The arms holding the flowers flew out.

That figure was not Helen at all, but a petite human swordsman wearing a cloak. He lifted the cloak on his body, and there were also human archers holding bows and ready to shoot arrows standing outside the pit. Swordsmen Looking at the half-orc who was curled aside with his broken arm, he stepped on the flower pot that rolled to the side.

"I didn't expect you half-orcs to be very romantic." The swordsman smiled. "We have been observing you for a long time. You have been looking for a woman with a figure similar to mine. Is this flower for her?"

As the strength in the swordsman's feet gradually deepened,

"Unfortunately, you're a half-orc...".

With a bang, the flowerpot shattered.

The orc's eyes widened, and blood spurted out.

It waved its other arm and threw itself at the flowers on the ground. The swordsman raised his sword and stabbed fiercely, and the arrows that pierced through the air pierced into its back one after another.

"How is it possible? I obviously stabbed the heart..."

The swordsman was stunned by the scene in front of him. The half-orc, whose body was full of arrows, had a silver sword piercing through its chest cavity, and the blade pierced through its back, shining faintly under the moonlight.

However, the half-orc didn't notice it, it carefully picked up the trampled bouquet of flowers with both hands, its black eyeballs were clear and transparent, and looked into the distance through the crowd.

The orc moved, step by step, the blood soaked the ground.

The angry crowd who had raised their weapons just now suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to stop the orc.

Half-orcs are worthy of being the most tenacious individuals in Middle-earth.

It seems to be able to feel that the blood in the blood vessels has flowed out, but it is still walking.

——Flower, flower is going to die.

That scene was too tragic.

The orcs returned at last to Mordor, its gardens.

Incredible things happened.

Helen felt that her soul was pulled out of the flower, and stood in front of the orc.

The half-orc, whose face was covered in blood, laughed.

The black out-of-focus eyes stared straight ahead.

It stretched out the remaining arm, tremblingly handed it in front of her, opened its mouth, and blood gushed out, making this ugly smile even more ugly.

"Send...for you..."

[Don't be sad anymore, okay? 】

With a bang, the ugly body fell down.

Helen suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the ground.

The small purple flowers are clustered together, small, not as big as her palm.

At some point, there was a space around her.

A bunch of the most beautiful purple flowers with roots were quietly placed by her hand.

The author has something to say: I think I might be killed...

Thank you Xuanyuanling for the mine~~~~~~~~~~~~