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

The golden ring and the gray monster were engulfed by the magma bit by bit, the calmness was unbelievable.

"Helen!!!"

--who is it?Who is calling her?

Helen turned her head, the ground shook violently, and two figures rushed out, dragging her arm out.

Passing through the corridor, countless rocks fell and crackled on the ground.

The final scene was fixed at the moment when the red flames erupted, and the Doomsday Volcano collapsed.

The two hobbits and Helen are trapped on a rock by lava.

Both Sam and Frodo looked indifferent about facing death, and they were even recalling the past, lamenting that they had no unfulfilled ideals.

Looking at the hot magma under the rock, Helen smiled slowly in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Helen?"

The hobbit, made uncomfortable by her inexplicable laughter, turned his head and looked at her.

"I was just thinking, if King Elrond and Thranduil were with Isildur in the final battle of the alliance, maybe there wouldn't be so many things..."

The two hobbits looked at her in bewilderment.

According to the character of this elf king, it is estimated that he will not be persuasive and persuasive like King Elrond, and may be thrown into the Doomsday Volcano directly with the ring.

Just a pity, the beautiful purple 'garden' behind the mountain.

Helen closed her eyes.

An ethereal and unreal singing voice came from far away, like a trickle gliding through her eardrums, bringing her into a deep but beautiful dream.

Helen opened her eyes.

A huge transparent tree stood in front of her, with lush branches and leaves, full of vitality.

"Hey, Helen..."

Someone tapped her shoulder lightly.

Wearing armor, his chin was covered with a beard that he hadn't had time to shave, he raised the curved horn in his hand, smiled and waved to her, brushed her shoulder and continued to move forward.

"Helen, do you like the flowers I sent?"

Someone tugged at her sleeve.

The half-orc with only one arm left slowly came out from behind her, pinned a purple flower on her head, smiled and showed black fangs, waved at her, turned and continued to move forward...

"We're good friends, Helen..."

Someone took her hand.

Helen lowered her head, the gray-skinned monster narrowed its brown eyes with a smile, its big palm tightly held her hand, then the monster let go of his hand with a smile, and walked away from her...

The scenery was so beautiful and the light so bright that their figures became less and less clear, as if they were about to disappear into the light.

"Don't go!"

Helen stretched out her hand, her fingers opened and closed.

In the dazzling light, the three shadows turned around.

"Farewell, the girl of my dreams!"

"Farewell, my fair Helen!"

"Goodbye, my best friend!"

In the light, Helen opened her eyes.

The white bed curtain fluttered in the wind, green vines wrapped around the bedpost, and a soft and clear breathing sound appeared in her ears.

She turned her head.

The golden hair intertwined with her hair spread out on the bed, the fusion of gold and black was like the fusion of light and darkness.

The delicate face was hidden in it, and the thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Feeling touched, he opened his eyes.

Green eyes are shining brightly.

"Would you like some water?"

The blond-haired elf stood up from the edge of the bed, went to the head of the bed and fetched a glass of water for her.

Legolas only wore a white robe today, his hair was not braided in two small braids left and right like before, but hung softly over his shoulders.

"what happened?"

Helen stared at him for a long time, Legolas smiled and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Aren't you excited? I'm not dead..."

Helen lowered her head and muttered something softly.

The elf froze for a moment, then squinted his eyes, and smiled even brighter. He gently stroked the cheek of the woman in front of him, his eyes were clear.

"I said, I am with you, no matter where you are."

Helen thought, this must be the most beautiful love story.

She held the elf's hand tightly, and the two looked at each other.

Helen was led out of the room by the hand, the world outside the door was white and holy.

The hobbits sat on the ground and laughed loudly. The resolute man wiped the sword in his hand. The dwarf held an ax and talked to the elves beside him. stand up.

The city of Osgis in May is very beautiful, surrounded by colorful flowers, crowding any corner of this white city.

Legolas smiled and pulled her down the stairs, walking towards the crowd step by step.

"Everyone is waiting for you..."

A new chapter has opened.

Aragorn put on the crown, and the beautiful elf princess came out slowly from the crowd. They held hands and walked towards the white hall.

Four hobbits stood in the middle of the square, silently blessing the couple.

The snake man and elf stood aside, watching their backs quietly.

The wizard raised his wand and chanted in a low voice.

The people loudly cheered the arrival of a peaceful future.

【Did you see it?Boromir]

Helen gently held the wrinkled hand in her hand, and patted the back of the old hobbit in front of her.

"You're still...still so beautiful, Helen."

Baggins coughed violently and looked at her with a smile.

"Oh! By the way, I haven't given you this book yet."

After finishing speaking, the old hobbit got up tremblingly from the stool, and pushed aside the hand that was trying to support him.

"I'm not old..."

While talking, the stubborn little old man dug out a book with a brown cover from his small box and handed it to her, looking at her expectantly.

Helen flipped the pages of the book, and the little old man kept waving his arms. He didn't stop in satisfaction until she reached the title page of the book, and motioned her to read with his eyes.

Helen smiled and looked at the inflexible old man in front of her, and made a lively look, shaking her head and looking at the title page of the book.

[Dedicated to me Helen who is still beautiful, may time pass, and she will still be young. 】

Helen opened her eyes wide, quietly staring at the hobbit in front of her.

He raised his head, and his brown pupils clearly reflected her face.

"I still want to take another risk with the beautiful Helen."

The hobbit with red curly hair, carrying a big bag, raised his huge feet, and walked in front of her step by step.

The black-haired King Elrond let go of the bird again.

His beautiful daughter came out from behind him and said to him with a smile.

"Are you exchanging news with Thranduil again?"

When the rigid Elf King saw his daughter, he softened his expression and nodded.

"It seems that Orr has become quieter..."

If Helen had been present, she would have understood that the majestic Elf King in front of her was that nameless communication partner who had caused a lot of trouble for herself and Legolas over the past 60 years.

"Then what? What did you say, maybe you came up with another idea, ada?"

Hearing his daughter teasing him like this, the Elf King touched his nose in embarrassment, then hugged his daughter into his arms, and said to her with a serious face.

"It's just some small suggestions, but you are leaving me for Gondor soon, can you chat with me for a while?"

The beautiful elf princess smiled and leaned into her father's arms.

Helen and Legolas packed their things, sat on their horses, and took a last look at the white city.

The beautiful elf queen and the handsome and mature human emperor stood on the city wall, smiling and shaking their hands.

Helen and Legolas smiled at each other, took the reins of the horses, and headed towards the unknown distance.

"And thus the future Queen of the Orcs set out on a journey with her dwarves.

Where will the next destination be?

The dark and boundless Mordor, or the mysterious misty mountains that few people visit.

Since the Dark Lord Sauron's plan failed, the Lord of the Rings was destroyed, and the half-orcs fled in all directions. This journey is full of hardships and dangers.

But Helen has always believed that, as the same race in Middle-earth, only by unification can they have their own culture, so as to become a part of Middle-earth that is not excluded.

A new history is about to start here..."

"Enough, Frodo, are you ready?"

A familiar cry came from outside the door, and Frodo put down the pen in his hand, and clutched his chest that was beginning to ache.

Then the paper in his hand was suddenly taken away.

"Is this your new story?" The snake-tailed woman smiled and shook the paper in her hand, "Did you write me so great and beautiful?"

Frodo smiled helplessly.

"My dear Helen, won't you see for yourself?"

Helen spread out the paper in her hand and looked at it carefully.

"Well... very good, your writing is much better than your uncle's."

As she spoke, she reached out and ruffled the hobbit's hair.

"However, I'm not as good as you write..."

"Really?" The hobbit smiled and opened the door.

Strong half-orcs walked through the Shire, some carried a wooden barrel on their bodies, and some bent over to pick something in the farmland. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you would think that the scene in front of you was fake.

The half-orcs who have always been brutal and bloody are getting along harmoniously with the half-orcs at this time.

Even the short hobbit can be seen jumping and arguing with the strong half-orc who is several times his stature, arguing about the price of goods.

"Are you sure you're not like this?"

He shook the book in his hand.

"That's enough, little bastard!" Helen hugged his body, and quickly ran out across the farmland, catching up with the carriage that was about to leave, "They are all waiting for you."

Under the mild sunshine, with the support of others, the old hobbit walked out of Rivendell.

"I've never seen such a big scene!"

The three kings of the elves stood beside the ship, smiling and waiting for them.

"Aren't you going?"

Frodo took her hand.

"I still have things to finish." Helen pointed to the book in his hand, "I want to add a perfect ending to your book."

Frodo smiled and handed her the book.

"When you come later, remember to tell me the ending of the story."

"I will!"

Helen gently placed a kiss on his head.

The white sailboat gradually disappeared into the yellow sea reflected by the evening light.

The story about the orc queen kicked off.

The author has something to say: it's almost over~~~~~~~~~·

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