[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

I thought it would be difficult for Legolas to accept that he would be away for a long time, but obviously, the little prince is much more sensible.

Legolas, who gave up those questions, smiled and let Olivier hug him. He stared at Olivier with those beautiful eyes: "Is it beautiful outside?"

Olivier folded his arms, he could feel the body temperature of the little prince, and Olivier answered this question with a smile: "It's very different from the dense forest, unique, but also dangerous."

"I want to go outside and have a look." Legolas' golden head was lying on Olivier's chest, and the fragments of golden hair were scattered by the prince's hand.

"When you grow up, I will take you out to see the human port, the dwarves' machines, and the hobbit's treehouse," Olivier said with a unique deep voice Magnetic, as nice as the sound of metal colliding, "But that will have to wait until you grow up, my Legolas, when you grow up, you can go and see the world."

"I'll grow up soon." Legolas, who had realized his rapid growth, gestured to a height.

"I'm waiting for you, and we'll go out for a walk when that day comes." Olivier held the little prince's hand, kissed his palm, and smiled gently.

The little prince seemed to feel the itch, narrowed his eyes and smiled, and then plunged his face into Olivier's arms.

"Listen to Ada carefully, you know?" Olivier whispered.

The little prince nodded, and rubbed his cheek against the clothes of the eldest prince.

Olivier kissed him on the forehead before hugging Legolas.

The little prince is rarely hugged like this now, which made the little prince exclaim, and then hugged Olivier's neck happily.Olivier looked at him with a smile and said, "I will take you to meet a good friend, she is a very good girl."

"Big-horned deer?" Legolas, who had a special attachment to big-horned deer, asked excitedly.

Olivier shook his head, didn't say much, and ran forward with him.And when he saw Legolas sitting on the white deer and hugging the white deer's neck with a smile, and being carried by the white deer through the woods, the elf prince smiled.

The little prince will make a good friend.

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Without any further delay, Olivier went directly to the edge of the jungle with the black horse Gissey.

There, Olivier saw Sisi on a white horse.The most indispensable thing in the dense forest is the white horse. The elves always like this kind of holy animal, but this one is different. The hair on the edge of its four hooves is pure black, and the snow-white hair on its body There is a stark contrast.This made him as chic as if he was stepping on a black cloud, and that proud demeanor fully showed Baima's heart.

Olivier didn't feel much, but Gisy was obviously stimulated.He raised his head abruptly, and the state of being a little tired just now disappeared in an instant, and he looked extremely energetic, even his footsteps became a little calmer.

This state is what Olivier wants to see. In many cases, only comparison and competition can promote the best results. This is the reason why he hopes to find an elf to help Alves.Now it is obvious that this rule can not only be applied to elves, but also to horses.

"Your Highness, where are we going next?" Sisi asked with a smile.

At this time, Sisi had already dyed his hair into a dark brown that was not so conspicuous, which made Sisi look like an ordinary jungle elf, and the original sky blue eyes were not dyed, and kept their original shape, but they were in harmony with Hair color is nothing compared to it.

He looked at Olivier, the hair that had been tied high behind his head hung down like a ponytail.

Olivier clamped the horse's belly, Giselle walked to the side of the white horse, raised his head high, and Olivier said with a smile: "Hobbiton, I think we'd better not delay."

Ceci nodded, took the rein of the white horse and took half a step back, motioning for Olivier to go first.

Olivier smiled at him, then reached out and patted Gisey's neck, and the black horse galloped like a tacit understanding.

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Tut Baggins was a hobbit, a famously conservative Hobbiton who never liked to go out or be a thief - even now that thieves have changed from a menial occupation to a legitimate one. Belonging—Mr. Baggins just likes to stay in his Bag End, farming his own land.

This is the tradition of the Baggins family, they have never liked change.

As today, when many of the hobbits in Hobbiton flocked to the front square for the annual harvest dinner, Tut stayed in his bag end, enjoying the food alone, and For the bliss of a warehouse full.

Oh, that's the ultimate celebration, isn't it?

Humming a ditty and cutting hard cheese with a knife and fork, he needs to cut some to make bread, and use these things to survive the winter.Today's harvest is very good, Tute thought happily, maybe next spring his long-lost belly will be back.

A moderately obese hobbit can show his happiness, as thin as those elves?Oh, that'll be digested by the other hobbits, only those who don't work hard enough to eat will be as thin as bean sprouts.

Tut, who had already made the flour, threw the cheese crumbs into the basin, poured in some goat milk, added unique spices to remove the smell, and then the hobbit, who had washed his hands, used his short but somewhat Powerful hands were put into the basin and stirred.

"Stir it, blend it, bake it, my bread is the sweetest." Tut hummed a tune he thought of at random, which might not be beautiful, but it was enough to express his excitement.

After the dough was kneaded, it was left for a while, and then Tut pulled them into small pieces, beat them in turn to make them tough, and then carefully placed them on an iron plate and put them in the oven.

Seeing the red flames, Tut wiped off his sweat, pulled the suspenders on his trousers, and walked around happily.

"They look so cute, they must be delicious... Oh, I'm going to prepare honey, yes, honey, that's the most important thing." The hobbit who ran into the warehouse muttering didn't notice, There were two shadows passing by his window, and it was obvious that in the silence of the whole village, the enthusiasm of his place was very noticeable.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

Tut, who left the warehouse with a honey jar, stopped in front of the door. His door was different, it was a round wooden door, which looked cute and unique.However, this also compressed the size of the windows on both sides, making it impossible for Tut to see the outside directly from here.

No matter who knocked on the door at night, Tutt would not open it, especially now, at dinner time, he would not answer.

Coming to grab a Baggins meal is like killing him, which is completely incomprehensible.

But obviously the people outside the door are very persistent and patient.He kept knocking three times, then knocking three times, and kept knocking on the door. The regular voice didn't fluctuate at all, and it was quite annoying to listen to for a long time.This made the good-tempered Baggins a little depressed. He put down the honey jar, walked to the wooden door, put his hips on his hips, moved his toes, and then raised his voice and shouted: "I'm busy, whoever it is, now the bottom of the bag The hole is not open to anyone!"

After saying this, the knocking on the door stopped, much to Tut's satisfaction, it seemed that the man out there was quite sensible, whatever it was.

Tut, who was about to go back to the kitchen to play with his bread, just turned around when he heard a voice squeeze in through the crack of the door: "We are two travelers passing by, respectful Hobbit, we only hope to have a small piece of ram's horn bread."

"No croissants!" Tut yelled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"We have gold coins, sir, we can trade them for." The voice was pleasant, but not so pleasant to Tut's ears.

In Hobbiton, they still maintain the traditional way of bartering, gold coins, which is not popular.Especially for Baggins, who never goes out, apparently someone outside hit the rocks.

Tut snorted, "I don't need that."

The people outside were silent for a while: "Maybe, some food?"

This made Tut a little interested. He glanced at it and found that it would take some time for his bread to be baked. This made Tut think about chatting with the guy outside who hadn't met: "What food?"

"Lambas."

The name Tut had never been heard of before. Hobbits, who valued food very much, could never refuse the temptation of food.And Tut was obviously attracted, but he still asked: "You have that... what is it called?"

"Lambas." The person outside said it again in a good-tempered manner.

Tut blinked and almost pressed his body against the wooden door: "You have lambas, why do you need croissants?"

A helpless sigh came from outside: "Dear Hobbit, you must know that even the best food will become terrible if you eat it for dozens of days."

"Of course, I can understand that feeling." Tute nodded deeply.

Tut Baggins, who used to like sweets, tried to eat only sweet things, such as honey and syrup, for a few days, but within a few days, his body protested and his tongue became less sensitive .

This was a bolt from the blue for a hobbit who loves food, so he was impressed.

In many cases, empathy is always an effective way, which can bring the distance closer in a very short time.This made the hobbit try to open a gap.

The first thing I saw was a pair of turquoise eyes with a smile, as beautiful as bright lake water.