[The Hobbit] Dressed as a female dwarf

#The beginning of the story#

With a sharp cry, the southern eagle flapped its wings and flew towards Iruber.

The pair of sharp and sharp claws are holding on to a cradle, and the cry of the baby can be heard from time to time.

The weather in March is warm and pleasant, and the town of Long Lake in front of Ilube is bustling and bustling, with people in brightly colored clothes crowding the streets.

The eagle flapped its wings, and the busy people only raised their heads occasionally, watching the black spots in the sky gradually approaching Iruber.

A city wall like an iron wall tightly surrounds this dungeon full of dwarf digging and noise.

Thorin stood on the city wall and patrolled as usual, watching the small dot gradually approaching in the distance, and sternly reminded the soldiers to pay attention.

Seeing the black spot getting bigger, Sorin heard the surrounding dwarf soldiers call out, "Your Highness, it is an eagle, but why is it flying here? Could it be a letter eagle carrying news from the south?"

"Maybe, maybe not." The lonely prince raised his head, his eyes followed the direction of the eagle.

"Be careful, Your Highness." The soldiers saw the eagle gradually slipping down, and the direction it fell was actually the direction of His Highness Sorin.

"Nothing." He raised his left hand, but his right hand tightly held the sword on his waist.

"Chirp..." the eagle croaked with its head raised, and came in front of Sorin with flapping wings.

The eagle was close at hand, Sorin looked at the basket hanging under the eagle's claws with a puzzled expression, what is this?

Carefully raised his hands to take the basket in front of him, Sorin saw the sleeping baby in the basket at a glance, the delicate skin shone transparently white in the sun, at this moment she was sucking the sweetness of her right thumb, and the sparse yellow hair on her head It was golden in the sun, and Sorin even smelled a faint milky fragrance.

...how could it be a baby?Thorin looked puzzled, and the eagle that had been parked not far away had long since disappeared.

"Your Highness, here is a letter." A soldier's call came from his ear, and Thorin turned his gaze, and sure enough, he saw a letter lying on the side of the cradle.

These five words were written on the "Walter's personal letter" envelope, and Thorin frowned even deeper. Uncle Walter had already died in the half-orc battle.

Handing the basket to the soldier beside him, Thorin opened the envelope without hesitation.

Dear Walter, I had to bring Silya to you before moving to Valinor, Aman.I love her very much, but I believe you will grow up better with her.She is too much like you, without the silver or black hair of an elf, let alone the pointed ears of an elf.I don't want her to become an alien here and be disgusted by other elves, so please take good care of her and tell her that her mother loves her very much.Arya stays.

Arya, the elf that my uncle once loved?Thorin's frown deepened, but Uncle Walter never mentioned that he had a daughter, maybe even he didn't know about it.

Putting the letter away, Sorin took the cradle from the soldier and re-examined the little things inside. She was very small, as small and cute as other dwarf children, no, even more beautiful than ordinary dwarf children.

Sorin had no choice but to admit that for no reason he had an extra cousin, Silya.

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Iruber, the city where the dwarves live, is gorgeous and sturdy, and the Oak Shield family lives at the highest point in the center of the dungeon.

Behind the arched doors are long corridors that are tactfully intertwined. Gorgeous sapphires and rubies are decorated on the thick pillars that embrace six people.

"Your Highness, the child has been crying since he woke up and refused to eat anything Megol fed." The waitress lowered her head and reported to the lonely prince in front of her.

"Didn't you figure out why she was crying?" Thorin asked coldly, frowning.

"Perhaps...the child is not used to the food of our dwarves." The waitress lowered her head even more.

"Then you haven't looked for other food yet." He said with a restless face, how cruel it is to let a young child starve.

"Yes..." The waitress bent over and hurriedly turned away.

Sorin stood on the corridor, looking through the staggered corridors to the west of the dungeon. There seemed to be a faint cry of a child, and his footsteps hesitated. The hesitant prince finally walked towards the west.

Uncle Walter died to protect him, and he wanted to take good care of the child for him.

……

Ye Qing was at a loss when she woke up and found that she had shrunk severely.

Seeing a group of bearded beards around her, Ye Qing was even more at a loss.

But who can tell her why this group of bearded "men" speak in such a strange voice, this soft-spoken accent should obviously come from a woman's mouth.

"Datergreymone..." the voices of the bearded people around her shouted excitedly.

What's this?It turned out that not only were the voices weird, but she couldn't even understand their language.

As she was anxious and at a loss, the words "she woke up" appeared in Ye Qing's mind.

"Heykertyney" with a big beard in a dark red dress waved at Ye Qing.

Hi, look here.

Ye Qing was delighted by the brain's automatic translation function, but at the same time sad, because she heard the bearded man in the long red dress say, "ueltmeme"

aunt hug

Aunt?Why do people who call themselves aunts grow beards?Ye Qing couldn't help but howled, but when the sound came out of her mouth, it turned into the helpless cry of a baby.

"This must be a dream." Ye Qing tried to comfort herself, closing her eyes and not looking at everything in front of her.

"Hey girl, are you hungry?"

The strange words in her ears continued, Ye Qing opened her eyes and saw a big face suddenly approaching her, "her" beard hanging down her body, the person who looked at it with those bright black eyes felt frightened.

Ye Qing couldn't help crying, and this crying turned into the cry of a child.

why?

……

What Sorin saw when he came into the room was this scene. Silya was sleeping on the shaker and crying softly. Her blue eyes looked at her little hands from time to time, or at the waitresses beside her. The expression on the face is even aggrieved.

"Join Your Highness" The waitresses looked at the approaching people and hurriedly bowed their heads to salute.

Your Highness?When Ye Qing heard the shout, she hurriedly turned her head to look at the person coming.

The man was wearing a tight gray armor, with a sword and a long-mouthed pipe hanging from his waist. Different from the bearded people around him, he had many silver ornaments on his body, his beard was very short and sparse, and his appearance was closer to Ye Qing's. The "people" in Zhili.

Finally seeing the same kind, Ye Qing was happy from the bottom of her heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

"Hi, Your Highness, she is smiling, she likes you." The waitress pointed to Silya on the bed with an excited expression.

"I know." The prince smiled slightly, and took a step forward to hug the little guy on the shaker.

"Hello little guy, I'm your cousin Sorin." The prince gently held Silya in his arms.

His embrace was very warm, and Silya rubbed her head comfortably against that chest.

Eh?Wait, Thorin, this name is so familiar.

Silya hurriedly raised her head and looked at Sorin again.

A few seconds later, the little man who was staying in the prince's arms so well cried bitterly.

Thorin Oakenshield, isn't this the dwarf prince in The Hobbit?Thinking of the group of bearded women I saw just now, Silya cried even louder. She could accept it when she came to the hobbit world, but why did she become a dwarf woman?She doesn't want to grow a beard, although she does have a feminine personality.

"Hey, Silya, are you hungry? Don't cry, the food will be here soon." Sorin was a little at a loss, trying to coax the child in his arms.

The author has something to say:

It has been brewing for a long time, and I finally wrote it today. The identity of the heroine is a mixed dwarf and an elf. The inspiration for this mixed identity comes from the love between Tauriel and Kili.Therefore, there can be true love between dwarves and elves.