[The Hobbit] Dressed as a female dwarf

#Cousin Strikes#

Looking at the dark forest from a distance, it looks like a dark green ocean. Thick vines spread and twine with dry and wrinkled old trees. The endless layers of branches cover the sky and block out the sun, and even the sunlight rarely penetrates the dense forest to reach the black land. .

At the edge of the dense forest, the dwarf prince driving the horse looked up at the sky above the dense forest, frowning slightly.

The black eagle of the north was lost there, and so was Silja.Are you in any danger?Thinking of this, Sorin couldn't care less about those legends about the ghosts in the dense forest, and broke into the dense forest.

The horse under him stamped its hooves restlessly and stopped, even under Thorin's urging, it still refused to go into the dense forest.

"Cowardly livestock" Sorin cursed in dissatisfaction, got off his horse and walked into the dense forest alone.

His vision suddenly dimmed, and Sorin held the sword at his waist tightly with his right hand, and his steps were not too fast or slow.

"Tread..." The shoes stepped on the deep dead leaves, making a loud sound, and Thorin carefully looked around.

The dwarf's vision was not as good as that of the elf, but after adapting to the darkness, he could vaguely see the intricate branches and vines around him.

The smell of rotting branches and leaves came from the tip of the nose in this hellish place.Sorin cursed, it was hard for him to imagine how pitifully Silja would cry if she fell into this dirty forest.

Thinking of Silya, he suppressed the last trace of fear in his heart and strode forward.

Accompanied by the prince's footsteps of "stepping...", something seemed to start to gather around here.

"Srustling..." The rustling sound became louder and louder, and even turned into a rustling sound.

Thorin stopped and looked around nervously.

In the gloomy field of vision, there seemed to be nothing but the intertwined ancient branches, but... the rustling sound was getting closer and closer.

They are on top!Shouting inwardly that it was not good, Sorin raised his head quickly, and sure enough, he saw something crawling on a thick branch, and there were many slender legs growing on that thing.

It's...it's a spider!

Thorin's scalp was numb. He swore that he had seen a spider before, but this was the first time he had seen such a big spider.

Pulling out the sword at his waist, Sorin started to run in big strides, slashing at the spiders surrounding him while running.

The brave prince is strong and strong. He runs and kills the enemy in the dense forest, but soon, he finds that he has lost his way.

Huge spiders were still coming from all directions. He chopped down many spiders, but it seemed that there were more and more spiders surrounding him.

Damn, with a curse, Thorin took a breath and tried to run away from the spiders.

He was exhausted, he was out of breath, but the spider behind him was getting closer and closer.Accompanied by the rotten smell, he panted heavily. At that moment, he began to realize that perhaps, these rotten things were not only leaves, but also something else.

He didn't believe that Silya had been killed, but...even he couldn't do anything here, not to mention Silya was just a helpless child.

His vision gradually began to blur, and sweat slipped from his forehead into his eye sockets, making his eyes hurt. He shook his head and tried to keep himself awake, but every wave of his heavy arm made his breathing painful.

I might stay here with Silja, a stiff smile played on the corner of his mouth, and Thorin almost gave up.

Suddenly, a light figure fell into Thorin's eyes through the branches.In the darkness, Sorin couldn't see clearly, only felt that the man dealt with the spiders with ease, and shot feathered arrows with his long arms, and all the spiders that were shot were killed with one arrow.

Is it the elves of Mirkwood?Thorin thought to himself, taking a deep breath and joining the fray.

As more and more elves appeared, the surrounding giant spiders became less and less until they disappeared.

"Stop the dwarf and hand over your weapon."

Before Thorin could thank him, the young elf in front suddenly raised his bow and arrow and shouted at him, "Don't think I'm afraid to kill a dwarf, I'm very happy!"

Thorin had no choice but to hand out the sword in his hand, and was taken away by other elves beside him, "I am Thorin, the son of Thorn, the grandson of Thor, I am not here to offend, but to find..."

"Shut up," Legolas said with a disdainful glance at the dwarf beside him, "greedy and stupid dwarf, I don't care why you came here, in short, rushing into the dense forest without invitation is a death penalty."

The proud prince held his head high, turned around and strode away.If Silya saw Legolas at this time, her eyes would widen in surprise. She didn't expect the prince with fish lips to have such an arrogant side.

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When Thorin was brought back to the elven palace by the elven guards, Thranduil was sitting on the throne with his legs crossed. The ancient red branch crown that should have been pressed on his golden hair was being taken by Siren at the side. play in hand.

This was what Legolas saw when he entered the palace.

The little basket of 'mushrooms' was discarded at the feet, and Ada, who had always been obsessed with cleanliness, actually put the little guy on his throne, leaning his body to prevent himself from pressing on her.

"Ah..." Silya glanced at Legolas at the door, and waved the crown in his hand as a greeting.In Legolas' opinion, that appearance was rather ostentatious.

"You're back, Legolas!" Thranduil turned his head to look at the elf prince below and nodded. He stepped on the ground with his right foot and wanted to stand up, but he sat down a little too soon.

He almost forgot Mushroom's body was leaning against his lap.

"Yes, Ada." Legolas nodded, wanting to take a step forward, but worried that Thranduil was not only his Ada but also his king, he hurriedly stopped and replied, "When we were patrolling the forest, we caught a I don't know what Ada is going to do with the dwarves who only trespass in the dense forest."

"Dwarves?" Thranduil frowned slightly. He hadn't seen a dwarf for many years. Was there any conspiracy to break into the dense forest?

"Bring him, I want to interrogate myself!" Thranduil waved his hand, motioning for Legolas to come forward, "Take her away by the way!"

There was a bit of disgust and entanglement on his face, although he didn't hate it, but the mushroom was always sticking to him, which was very helpless!

Silya pricked up her ears curiously when Legolas mentioned the dwarves.But after waiting for half a day, there was no useful news.

It wasn't until Thranduy stuffed her back into the basket and tried to snatch the crown from her hand that she realized that the Elf King wanted to dare her to go, and she couldn't see that "dwarf"!

"Ah..." Silya protested, "I want to stay!"

Legolas nodded Sillya's little head in doubt, "You should learn to speak quickly, so that Ada and I can understand what you are thinking."

Carrying the preoccupied Silya, Legolas seemed to walk more briskly than when he came.

Humming an elf-specific nursery rhyme, he walked out of the palace of the elf king and ordered Tauriel to push the dwarf in.

Everything went smoothly, but Legolas didn't expect that when he passed by and saw the basket in his hand, the dwarf struggled like a madman, and shouted loudly, "What are you going to do? What do you want to do? What is Silya doing?"

Legolas was confused by the scene in front of him, and he didn't realize the problem until the 'mushroom' in the basket seemed to smile and wave to the dwarf. The dwarf said he came to the jungle to find something. Come on, and the Silya he called just now is the name of the mushroom?

"Oops!" Legolas yelled secretly, and ran back to the palace with Silya.So this mushroom has an owner?what to do?

The author has something to say:

I was scolded and cried by the coach, I thought I might be in a tragedy, hey, come on!

This chapter may be poorly written, please forgive me, the author himself is in a bad mood!