[The Hobbit] Dressed as a female dwarf

#Patrol the city group#

Time passed by silently, as if in the blink of an eye, ten years passed by with fingertips, and the child who was not as big as Sorin's thigh had grown to the height of his shoulders.

—*—

The air in the morning is extremely fresh and comfortable. For the past ten years, Silya, who is used to getting up early, has insisted on patrolling the city with Sorin every day. The group became the current group of four patrolling the city.

After putting on the clothes and pants hanging at the corner of the bed, Silya sat quietly in front of the dressing table, waiting for Megol to help her comb her messy hair.

Megol came from the side, and looked at that glamorous face through the vanity mirror. She had seen many beautiful beauties, but no female dwarf had ever been as beautiful as this, and she must be comparable to elves. of.

Fair skin, smooth and shiny, under the long eyelashes are a pair of bright and shining big eyes, her nose is higher than the average dwarf, but her mouth is smaller than the average female dwarf, probably because she got up soon , her lips are not the usual water red, but light pink.

"Your Highness Silya, your hair is really beautiful." While combing Silya's hair, Megol sighed at her waist-length brown hair, which was different from the slightly curly hair of the dwarves. Ya's hair is almost straight, only slightly curled at the ends, like naughty little waves on a calm sea.

"Megel, you have to say it every day, won't it be annoying?" Silya turned her head to look at Megel and said helplessly.

"Of course it won't be annoying." Megol smiled slightly, raised her hand to straighten Silya's turned head, and muttered, "Your Highness, let's change your attire today, but Megol's good skills will never be used. "

As Megol said, she couldn't help but parted two strands of hair from both sides of Silya's cheeks, and carefully braided them until the back of her head, which happened to be tied with a red hair band.

Not knowing what Megore was doing behind her head, Silya hurriedly raised her hand to touch it, but Megore stopped her, "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

After a while, Megol let go of Silya's hair and spread her hands, "It's all right, it's simple and beautiful."

"Then I'm leaving." Standing up quickly, Silya waved her hand and left the room.

And Megal looked at the back and fell into emotion. It would be great if His Highness was willing to wear a skirt. Such beautiful hair, coupled with the skirt she made by herself, can definitely stun all the male dwarves in Iruber.

Silya didn't know what Megal was thinking, otherwise she would have been speechless.

With the sword on her waist, Silya's steps were very easy, and the high boots made of deerskin stepped on the stone road, and there was a rattling sound.

When they came to Sorin's room, the expected Fili and Kili were already waiting at the door.

"Morning, big nephew Philip and second nephew Kili." Silya narrowed her eyes and waved to Fili and Kili.

"Morning, Silya..." Felicili said in unison, and under the "hot" gaze of Silya's eyes, he reluctantly added the title "aunt".

"So good." Silya nodded in satisfaction, stepped into Sorin's room, and muttered in her mouth as she walked, "Sorin, you are the only one missing, you are not up yet, are you?"

"Of course not." Sorin's voice came from inside the room. When Silya came in, she happened to see him put the polished sword into the scabbard.

"Let's go." Sorin stood up, and when he passed Silya, he couldn't help boasting, "It's a beautiful hairband."

"What?" Silya turned her head in doubt, but no matter how hard she tried her neck, her eyes still couldn't see what was behind her.

"It's nothing, let's go quickly." Sorin urged Silya pretending to be ignorant.

As far as he knew, Siljak didn't like big red, and that hairband must have been secretly put on for her by Megol.

However, although the red headband is very beautiful, it doesn't match her loose yellow top and trousers. If she can change into a white skirt, she must be very beautiful. Oh, he forgot, Silya doesn't like white, nor Love dresses, let her wear a white dress, never possible.

"Uncle?" Qi Li looked at the person standing in a daze at the door and yelled. Uncle stared at Silya...Auntie, why is her hair so dazed?

"Well, here we come." Thorin responded, quickening his steps.

—*—

Like every morning in the past ten years, today's Iruber is still peaceful and beautiful. The four-person team patrolling the city completed the daily compulsory courses and came to rest on the grass in the mountains behind Iruber, and their lunch today Get ready to go here.

On the green grass, a blue tablecloth was spread by the waiter, and it was filled with the most exquisite food and wine of the dwarves.

Sitting carelessly on the grass, Silya picked up the burrito and stuffed it into her mouth, but was stopped by Sorin who had sharp eyes and quick hands.

"Hey, Silya, have you forgotten that you are a woman?" Sorin said, put the burrito in her hand back on the plate, cut it into a suitable size with a knife, and then handed the plate and fork to her hand.

"Who cares, it doesn't matter!" Silya waved her hand, took the food without politeness, and picked up a fork to eat with relish.

Seeing her relieved so much, Sorin turned around to look at Fili and Kili who were still standing and shouted, "What are you doing in a daze? Eat quickly!"

"Oh" Filiqili nodded in response, imitating what Sorin did just now, first put the pancakes on the plate, and then took the knife to cut it open, but Sorin snatched the knife away before the two of them could make a move.

"What are you doing? Just pick it up and eat it!" Sorin said as he picked up a burrito with his bare hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What are you looking at? Are you women too?" Sorin glared at Felicili in dissatisfaction, and bit the pancake.

"Haha...haha..." Seeing Felicili's deflated appearance, Silya covered her belly and laughed loudly, her body that was originally sitting on the grass also fell back laughing, and finally she simply lay down on the grass.

A lunch and farce was staged like this, and the farce was not over until the city tour group of four burped in satisfaction.

"Hey...Sorin, how about we do two tricks?" Climbing up from the grass, Silya held the sword at her waist and looked eager to try.

"It's boring, you lose too fast every time." Thorin waved his hand, with a lack of interest on his face.

"Hey, Sorin, I've been practicing very hard these days, and I'm sure I've made progress. Come on, come on, let's compete." Regardless of Sorin's refusal, Silya drew out the sword at her waist and began to gesture.

"I haven't noticed the progress, why don't you let Fili or Kili do two tricks with you?" Sorin raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the two nephews behind him and suggested.

"It's not me." Chili immediately refused, joking, and competed with Silya, the consequences would be very serious. If she accidentally wins, it will be difficult to see her good face in the next period of time. Of course, if you lose to her on purpose , It will be very embarrassing, okay? I believe that in less than a day, all the dwarves in Iruber will know the news.

"Fili?" Sorin had no choice but to turn his gaze to Fili.

"Okay... okay" Feili had no choice but to bite the bullet and pull out the sword at his waist.

"Nephew Feili is still so good!" Silya smiled and praised, holding the sword tightly in both hands and placing it in front of her body, standing with her feet slightly apart, and getting ready.

"Then...then I'll start." Feili whispered, only holding the sword in one hand, and attacked Silya's sword.

Silya dodged flexibly and attacked Philip with a backhand, but was blocked by Philip with a sword. Because of the disparity in strength, Silya, who was actively attacking, was forced to take a few steps back by the passive Philip.

"Hmph..." Sylvia snorted dissatisfiedly. She glanced at Sorin and Qili who were watching the excitement on the right side of Feili, dropped the sword in her hand, and at the same time, quickly jumped to Feili's left side.

"Why did you lose the sword?" Feili looked at the sword thrown on the ground by Silya with a puzzled expression.

"There is no rule that you can't change swords halfway." Silya said as she took out a dagger from her bosom. It was tailor-made for her by Sorin on her tenth birthday. Of course, ten years later today Look, this sword is really too small.

"Okay." Philip reluctantly compromised, raised the sword in his hand and continued to attack.

Silya relied on the flexibility of her posture to avoid conflicts in power between Philip and Philip. After all, strength was her weakness. Her goal was to control Philip with this short sword, and his weakness was his back.

Smiling and dodging in front of Feili, Silya watched his back closely, trying to seize the initiative.

Finally, Fili's sword-wielding hand began to slow down, and she took the opportunity to jump behind him, pointing the dagger at his back.

"I..." won. Before Silya finished speaking, Fei Li suddenly turned around and swung the sword. He didn't realize that the danger was coming. Under the dead zone of vision, his left arm touched a piece of ice, and then it was stinging. came.

"Ah...don't move." Seeing the blood oozing from Philip's clothes, Silya shouted.

Quickly rolling up his sleeves, Silya saw clearly that the wound made by her dagger was four fingers wide, and blood was still flowing from the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Silya yelled anxiously, and hurriedly tore a long cloth belt from the bottom corner of her jacket, and hurriedly helped Feili bandage it up.

"What's the matter?" Sorin and Qili who were not far away also noticed the abnormality and hurriedly gathered around.

"What should I do? I hurt Philip." Silya blamed herself.

"It's not a big deal, it doesn't hurt anymore." Fili gritted his teeth, holding back the pain and explained, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

Sorin could see his patience, and hurriedly motioned to Qili to help, "Take him to the medicine."

"Bandage the wound well," Sorin added, looking at Silya's messy wound.

The author has something to say:

Another ten years have passed, and everyone may be wondering why the Elf King and Elf Prince did not pass any news to Silya during this period. This is because the two races have different concepts of time.

For dwarves and other races in Middle-earth, 20 years may be a long time, but for elves, it may be just a blink of an eye.

For example, we all know a creature called "plankton", whose life cycle seems to be only one day. Compared with humans, half a day is very short for us, but for plankton, it may be half a life.

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