[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

It is always very cold when the snow melts.

Olivier could feel his body becoming weak, and he couldn't even resist the cold wind.The reason for all this may be magic, or Vidi, but Olivier doesn't want to pursue it now.

He will get better. After returning to the dense forest, Thranduil always has a way to make him better. Before that, the elf prince was a little greedy for the quiet and beautiful here.

It only takes one winter, and I will go back when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.Olivier muttered softly.

Donning the robe Sisi had made for him, the red-haired elf seemed capable of everything, from cooking to making clothes.Olivier didn't like this kind of robe that didn't highlight the waistline, but it was obvious that Sisi began to swear sovereignty from all aspects after he took half of the ownership of the elf prince's bed.

For example, now, he looked at the elf prince's clothes with satisfaction, and gave him a high evaluation: "It will make you feel warm, Your Highness."

Olivier pursed his lips and glanced at Sisi with turquoise eyes: "Maybe you can call me by my name."

Olivier, or Ollie, as he likes.

However, Ceci did not accept this suggestion, he just walked up to Olivier with a smile, and helped Olivier wrap the belt.

Two and a half circles.

Olivier frowned depressingly: "I remember it was three laps before."

Sisi's gentle expression remained unchanged: "Yes, it used to be three laps."

Olivier blinked, and suddenly realized a frightening fact: "Cersi, do you think I gained a lot of weight?"

Sisi gave her a gentle hug: "It's okay, Your Highness, I like you no matter what you look like."

Olivier gritted his teeth and buried his face into Sisi's neck: "Although what you said is very flattering, my dear Sisi, but you just think I'm fat." What a shattering perception.

Sisi just smiled and hugged his elf prince, then touched Olivier's waist with his fingertips.

Much softer than before.

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Olivier didn't want to stay in the wooden house today, although it was warm enough and comfortable enough, but the elf prince didn't forget his biggest purpose for coming to Hobbiton.

He needs to invite a thief and sign a contract with him to find the white gemstone necklace of the elf queen.

And the best candidate Olivier still thinks is Tut Baggins, this is the candidate he chose before he came to Hobbiton, a hardworking, kind and uncontested Hobbit, he has no Relatives, which also means that he can give more work results.

He didn't let Sisi accompany him, because Olivier knew very well that once the red-haired elf accompanied him, his communication with Tut would definitely be hindered.

If it was said that Ceci treated Olivier in the past, he only defended it secretly, but now he directly took it to the bright side. The red-haired elf started to be wary of anyone, and he didn't even like Olivier to say a word to others.

Terrible possessiveness, but Olivier, who is still in the early stages of love, doesn't mind that's all.

Putting on a soft wool scarf, Olivier left the cabin and walked towards Bag End not far away.White smoke is coming from the chimneys next to Bag End, and it's evident that you, little Hobbit, are working hard on your lunch right now.

"Knock down."

Three beeps, and then Olivier put down his hands and stood outside the door and waited. Not long after, the wooden door far away was opened. Olivier lowered his head and saw the little hobbit wearing a brown apron Looking up at him in surprise.

"I didn't expect you to come, Ollie. In fact, I wanted to visit you at night. I heard Sisi said that you were sick." Tut turned around and made way for Olivier to go Come in.

Olivier walked in with a smile. He lowered his head to avoid the chandelier on the roof, then reached out to support the shaky little pendant, and said, "I just caught a cold, thank you for your concern, dear Tut , I'm fine."

Tut seemed to be relieved, he smiled and opened the chair to let Olivier sit down, then trotted into the kitchen and put a cup of honey tea in front of Olivier, and he did it On the high stool opposite.

Every time the little hobbit climbed up the stool, Olivier felt helpless. Perhaps it was because he made two human friends, and Tut raised his chair, which also brought inconvenience to the little hobbit's use. Big or small troubles, he has to use his hands and feet to do it every time.Olivier is no stranger to this situation, and Legolas used to get on the chair like this.

Stretching out his hand to help the little hobbit, Tut blushed and said "thank you".

"You don't have to be so polite. We are neighbors and friends. Believe me, you are one of my few friends. To you, I am rare enough." Olivier took a sip from his teacup with a smile, The sweet smell filled his mouth, and the elf prince showed a surprised expression, "I discovered another thing you are good at, didn't I?"

Tut also poured himself a cup, holding the cup in both hands, dangling his calf: "This is my father's handicraft. He likes to make honey tea. It's a way to keep warm."

Olivier drank the honey tea in one gulp, which dispelled the coldness in his body, and it had to be said that it was a very comfortable thing.

Hobbits have always had a way of pampering their tongues and appetites.

It’s just that Olivier just drank a cup and didn’t need it anymore. Tut was a little puzzled by this, but Olivier explained with a wry smile: “I found that I was fat, and I couldn’t even make the belt fit well. Wrap it up, my friend, you know it's going to be a disaster for me!"

Tut obviously didn't agree with this reason: "Oli, you are so thin, you are almost as thin as a table leg. I doubt that if the wind outside is stronger, it will take you away."

Olivier sighed: "This is the difference in aesthetics, dear Tut, you must know that in our place, only a little thinner can be considered beautiful, and even a little fat..." Olivier paused mouth, because he could imagine what Thranduil would say when he saw him.

No, the Elven King doesn't even need to say anything, as long as he looks at the extra fat on his body and shows a slight disgust expression, it is enough to make Olivier go on a hunger strike for 100 years.

"Our aesthetics are not very different, although I think girls are fatter and prettier." Tut drank the honey tea in the cup, and then poured himself another cup, "But I also know that you are pretty, Even now you look like a piece of paper."

"Thank you for your compliment, Tut, I am very grateful and understand." Olivier Batut's words were to protect the poor elf prince's shaky self-esteem.

But Tut lowered his head and muttered: "You don't know, Ollie, I swear you don't understand what I mean."

In order to resist the temptation of honey tea, Olivier got up, walked to the window, and looked outside.

The snow around Bag End has been cleared by Little Hobbit and piled up together. Master Baggins is also very interested in making the snow into a snowman, which is about the same height as Olivier, and he is chubby in Bag End beside.

"Some snow will melt when the weather is warmer. Bag End is relatively low, and the melted snow can easily enter the house, so I have to be piled up by them." Tut explained, "Of course you don't need it, you and Sisi's home is on the hillside, which is a very good location."

Olivier's ears twitched, and all Tut could see was a twitch of her hair.Then, the black-haired elf prince turned his head and looked at the hobbit: "What did you say?"

Tut blinked: "I said your home doesn't need to be cleaned up, it's tiring to clean up the snow."

Olivier tilted his head. He liked this movement very much, but it was subconscious, but it made Tut's cheeks blush instantly.

"Our home." Olivier murmured these words softly. The ordinary letters gave Olivier a strange feeling when he spit them out from the tip of his tongue.

It's as if that's really their home, Olivier's and Ceci's.

A small house, home to only two elves in the middle of nowhere.

Olivier wanted to smile, but before he smiled, he had already closed his smile and came back to Tut.

If he wasn't the prince of the jungle, maybe Olivier would like this kind of life.

But obviously what Olivier loves more is his dense forest, his relatives, and his people, which is the place that Olivier will guard all his life.

"That's not my home, Tut. My home is far away." Olivier lifted his chin and looked out the window. "There are my relatives there. I think I will go back sooner or later."

This made Tut feel a little lonely, but it was obviously not something a kind hobbit would do to prevent humans from returning to his family, so he nodded: "Bless you, Ollie."

Olivier returned a smile: "If you are willing to agree to my request, dear Tut, maybe you can come to my house as a guest, it is a very good place."

Tut blinked: "What request?"

"It seems that you don't remember. Of course, that was dozens of days ago, didn't you?" Olivier smiled, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and handed it to Tut.

Tut took it over and opened it, and Tut was a little dazzled by the winding fonts on it.

Olivier obviously also knew that the elf language Tut must not understand, so he said: "You can read the following, believe me, they have the same meaning."

Tut blinked. Although he was kind, it didn't mean he was stupid.Humans and hobbits use the same script. Although Tutt is not a great writer, he can also recognize that the text on it does not belong to human fonts. It is a text that Tutt has never seen.

But Tut didn't say much, but looked at the parchment with peace of mind.

After reading it, he naturally remembered what Olivier and Sisi had said when they saw him for the first time.

They need their own help to be a thief and bring back what they want.

Now Master Baggins is no longer wary of these two "human beings". They are good people, and they are his friends. Tut doesn't mind doing a favor, and the reward for the dandruff on the sheepskin is also rich enough. A thousand gold pieces, that's a lot of money, and it'll last Mr Baggins for several lifetimes.

But before that, Tut needs to clarify one thing: "You are not human, I have never seen this language."

Olivier nodded with a smile. He untied the dark green ribbon wrapped around the long black hair. When the hair fell loose, the pointed ears were exposed.

This is the hallmark of an elf, unique.

Tut blinked his eyes, then leaned back on the chair suddenly: "My God, I... I actually met an elf!"

"To be exact, two." Olivier kindly corrected Tut's mistake.

For a Hobbit who has lived in Hobbiton for generations, the elves are a distant and lofty species. Tut never thought that the legendary proud and cold species would come to his Bag End, I will still sit with him and tea with honey, complaining that I have gained a little weight.

This is an elf!

You should have thought of it a long time ago, right?Tut's eyes looked at Olivier's smiling face, which was as good-looking and exquisite as the most exquisite carving, and looked perfect, which was obviously much better-looking than ordinary humans.

Species difference.

"Aren't you afraid that I will speak out?" Tut's surprised expression did not dissipate.

And Olivier smiled, as always gentle: "You are my friend, dear Tut, I trust you as you trust me." His tone paused, Olivier smiled Narrowing his eyes, "And I just learned a spell called 'Forget Nothing', trust me, I think it will work very well."