[The Hobbit] Dressed as a female dwarf

#Grandfather and grandson three people#

The baby in his arms kept crying, and while Sorin patted it lightly, he turned to the waitresses for help.

"Your Highness, I think she is hungry." The waitress bent slightly, took a step forward, and tried to hand the small spoon containing honey milk to Silya's mouth.

Ye Qing (Xilya) was crying sadly, seeing the bearded "auntie" approaching, she couldn't help crying even louder.

The cries of the child in his arms suddenly increased, and Sorin frowned slightly and turned around to block Silya's sight.

"She is afraid of you, you all go out." The prince ordered coldly.

"Yes" the waitresses responded and left one after another.

Silya was tired from crying, and her voice gradually lowered, but the tears in the corners of her eyes were actually hanging on her cheeks.

Sorin raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the out of breath child distressedly.

"Hey, Silya, don't cry. This will be your home from now on. My father, grandpa and I are all your relatives." He gently stroked the short hair on her forehead and comforted her softly.

Silya's sobbing sound didn't disappear, no one could understand her mood at the moment, entangled, mad, wanting to bite and curse, but all of these could only be vented in the baby's babbling cry.

She didn't want to grow a beard, she didn't want to be short and scary, and she didn't want to be burned to pieces by the fire of Smaug's dragon in the near future.

"Don't cry, Silya doesn't cry." Sorin's voice was still in his ears, Silya lay in his arms and sobbed softly, maybe that firm embrace was too warm, Silya listened to the firm The heartbeat gradually calmed down.

She can't cry helplessly all the time, she has to find a way to do something, but now as a baby, she can't do anything.

No!Maybe she could get away from here before the dragon Smaug came, and she must get away from here.

Stop crying, Silya clenched her hands into small fists.

"Hi, Silya, let's eat something." Seeing that the child in his arms had calmed down, Sorin hurriedly carried her to the cradle.

Putting Silya in his arms carefully in the cradle, Sorin picked up the spoon that the waitress put down just now, and handed it to Silya's mouth.

"Hey, Silya, try it quickly." His voice was very gentle, and his movements were full of caution.

The sweet smell filled the nostrils, Silya looked at the transparent and shining crystal honey drop, couldn't help sticking out her tongue and licking it.

A faint sweet taste spread in the mouth, Silya couldn't help sticking out her tongue again.

It is a girl's nature to like sweetness, and Silya is no exception. After a while, she ate up a small spoonful of honey milk.

Seeing Silya sticking out her little tongue, Sorin thought it was extremely cute, like the milky kitten he had seen when he was a child.

After eating a few spoonfuls of honey milk, Silya's stomach was warm and her body was full of strength. Seeing that Sorin kept passing the spoon to her mouth, she hurriedly said, "I'm full." When it reaches the mouth, it becomes the baby's babbling sound.

"Are you talking to me?" Sorin tried to ask after hearing Silja's voice other than crying.

"Ah..." Silya murmured, as a response.

"Silya is so good." Sorin raised his hand and touched Silya's small face. Feeling that the tentacles were smooth, he couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched it a few more times.

Silya rolled her eyes and looked at the prince in front of her. Didn't it mean that the dwarf prince was arrogant, irritable and impulsive? Is this guy in front of him really Sorin?

"Haha" Seeing Silya's intentions, Sorin muffled a laugh, it was really funny.

Looking down from Silya's small face, Sorin accidentally saw a silver necklace hanging around her neck, because it was hidden in her clothes.

Sorin was curious, so he raised his hand and took out the necklace from Silya's clothes, only to see a white gemstone on the silver-white necklace, which was radiant and eye-catching.

"It's so beautiful." Sorin couldn't help admiring.Although there are many similar gemstones accumulated in the dungeon, it is still rare to see such a pure and crisp white gemstone.

Silya has been paying attention to Sorin's movements. When she saw the white gemstone he took out, her eyes were straightened. This beautiful light is even incomparable to diamonds.

Thinking that this white gemstone necklace belonged to her, Silya grinned happily.

Seeing Sorin look at it so seriously, Silya couldn't help worrying, "He won't steal my gems, will he?"

Thinking of this, Silya couldn't help but spurn herself, she is His Royal Highness, he would like a gem.

"But he is serious about it," said Silya, another villain suddenly appeared in her heart.

Never mind, never mind, it's mine.Silya shook her little head and reached out to grab the white gem.

Looking at the small hand that suddenly appeared beside him, Sorin slightly stretched out a finger for her to grasp.

Silya's target was obviously not as simple as a finger. She dropped Thorin's finger and continued to raise her fist in protest. It was my white gem.

"Hey, so this is what you want." Thorin sighed in disappointment, and put the white gemstone in Silya's hand.

The crystal clear drop-shaped white gemstone could just be grasped by her little hand.

"Haha" Seeing the crystal in her hand, Silya couldn't help laughing.

The cheerful laughter infected Thorin, and he couldn't help showing a smile along with it.

It turns out that Silya likes white gems, Sorin secretly thought.

It is also because of this belief that if Silya is unhappy, he will give her the white gemstone, of course, this is a later story.

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In the center of the gorgeous and magnificent main hall, there is a throne made of gold, which belongs to the current King Sol (Grandpa Sorin) of the Turin tribe.

At this moment, the green-bearded dwarf in golden armor stood anxiously in front of the throne. This man was Thorn, Thor's son (Sorin's father).

"Father, what do you want from me?" Sorin hurried in from outside the hall.

"Sorin, I heard that Walter's daughter came to Iruber today, is this true?" Thorn asked anxiously.

"Yes, father, I placed her with Megal."

"We can't leave you in Iruber." Thorn turned, looking directly at Thorin.

"Why? That's Uncle Walter's child, we have to take her in and protect her." Thorin looked annoyed, for his father's resolute words just now.

"She's not a dwarf, and half of her body has elf blood. We can't take her in and send her back to Silvain." Thorne said decisively, as if he was inexplicably angry at Silya's arrival.

"Father, half of the blood of the dwarves is also in her body." Thorin retorted dissatisfied, not understanding why his father suddenly became like this.

"Sorin, are you going against my will?" Thorn said with a dignified expression.

"Father, why did you do this? Uncle Walter wouldn't want us to treat his daughter like this." Thorin asked angrily.

"If Walter hadn't been in a hurry to fight for victory, he wouldn't have died on the battlefield." Thorne said in a low voice. He had seen everything that happened back then. If the female elf hadn't sent him a letter, he wouldn't have been in a hurry. He will not lose his life carelessly because of this.

"What does this have to do with Silya, Uncle Walter died to save me." Sorin retorted dissatisfied.

"This is not the main reason for his death." Thorne said in a low voice, unwilling to recall the heavy past.

"The king will not allow you to do this, Silya is his granddaughter." Sorin insisted and refused to let go of his mouth.

"You..." Thorne was about to say something, but the old man's firm and majestic voice came from the side, "Thorin is right, I will not allow you to do this."

Saul, the king of the Turin clan, walked slowly, with a white beard reaching his waist, and wearing a silver-gray robe. As he walked, the robe behind him swayed slowly.

"Father." Thorne bent down and called.

"Silya will stay in Iruber and grow up healthy." Sol said, turning around and holding Thorin's hand, "Come and see my granddaughter."

"Yes" Sorin responded and led Sol out of the hall.

Standing alone in the same place, Thorne had no expression on his face. He hated the child. If it weren't for her, Walter would not have died, his dear brother would not have died.

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Failed the subject [-] exam, crying fainted in the toilet

The author decided to update the text and seek character.