[The Hobbit] Dressed as a female dwarf

#A Wounded Mushroom#

"Then why did she abandon me?" Silya fixed her eyes on Thorin, trying to find the real reason for being abandoned from his expression.

"Silya, she didn't abandon you, she sent you to Iruber because she wanted you to be happy." Sorin clasped his index finger and tapped Silya's forehead twice, "She just didn't expect Uncle Walter is dead."

"But I still don't understand why she abandoned me." Silya frowned, still puzzled.

"Silya, do you think you are more like an elf or a dwarf?" Sorin asked her instead of answering its question.

"I don't have the pointed ears of elves, nor do I have silver or black hair like elves, and I grow faster than elves. Although it's slower than real dwarves, I'm actually more like a dwarf, right?" Silya Asked with his eyes fixed on Thorin.

"Yes, your mother didn't let you live in the family of elves, because she was afraid that you would not have a sense of belonging to the same kind. She loved you very much, but in order for you to grow up healthily and happily, she had to force herself to separate from you. That is What a great mother." Thorin sighed.

"How do you know?" Silya asked in a muffled voice. If all this is true, then her mother is really the greatest mother in the world, but what she is afraid of is that everything is fabricated by Sorin to comfort her .

"Of course I know. I have her letter to Uncle Walter. By the way, your mother has a very nice name, Arya." Sorin smiled slightly and continued, "And your name Silya , she also took it for you."

"Really? Do you have her... my mother's letter?" Silya excitedly held Sorin's hand.

"Of course, but I will give it to you after your injury is better." Sorin gently shook Silya's hand, "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

As soon as Thorin finished speaking, Megol dragged a dwarf with a white beard and hurried in, "Hurry up, hurry up." Megol's anxious and urging voice did not disappear until the room.

"Megel, I was just injured a little bit, there is nothing serious about it." Silya was very pleased with a slight smile at Megal. She had been with her for twenty years, and she never knew that Megal treated her so sincerely. Thought she was just a nagging old woman waiter.

"Oh, my God, princess, you're awake." Megol covered her mouth and exclaimed, even forgetting to let go of the white-bearded dwarf who was holding her hand.

"Don't you need to worry now?" The white-bearded dwarf doctor muttered in dissatisfaction without shaking off Megol's hand after trying to fall a few times.

"Oh, of course I'm in a hurry. Hurry up and heal the princess." Megol hurriedly let go of her hand, and gently pushed the white-bearded dwarf who was still standing stupidly.

Walking slowly to Silya's bed, the white-bearded dwarf skillfully opened the medicine box he carried with him, and then raised his hand to cut off the sleeve on Silya's left arm with scissors.

"Silya, close your eyes." Looking at the bloody arm, Sorin hurriedly stepped forward and covered Silya's eyes.

The tingling pain on the arm became numb under the manipulation of the white-bearded dwarf. He seemed to be taking painkillers and sleeping pills. Silya only felt that her left arm was gradually numb and lost feeling, while her head was drowsy and unconscious. In a trance, she eventually lost all consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

"Is she asleep?" Thorin asked, looking at the person on the bed who was breathing steadily.

"Yes, I think Her Royal Highness may not wake up until tomorrow morning." The white-bearded dwarf carefully wrapped the wound on Silya's arm, stood up and prepared to leave, "If Your Highness has no other orders, I think I'll take my leave first."

"Well, let Megol see you off." Thorin waved his hand to signal Megol.

"I don't think I need..." Megol sent me off, and before the white-bearded dwarf finished speaking, he was grabbed by Megol and dragged towards the door.

……

Sitting quietly beside Silya's bed, Sorin quietly looked at her peaceful face in her sleep, and saw that her face was no longer frighteningly pale but had recovered some blood, and his heart finally gradually calmed down.

"Have a good dream." He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

……

After a night without dreams, Silya rested well, and when she woke up the next day, her spirit had recovered well.Although there was still a faint pain in her left arm, for Silya, everything was much better than yesterday.

"Sorin?" She sat on the bed with her right hand propped up, and Silya saw Sorin lying at the end of the bed. He was breathing steadily and seemed to be asleep.

"Sorin, Sorin" she hooked her body and gradually approached Sorin's ear and called, "Why did you fall asleep here, you should go to bed and rest."

"Huh?" With Silya's voice next to his ear, Sorin immediately raised his head in a jolt, but because of the sudden movement, his head hit Silya's chin.

"Hmm..." Basilya snorted while clutching his hands. Fortunately, it was only his chin. If he accidentally bit his tongue, it would hurt.

"You...you're awake?" Sorin asked in surprise. Thinking of the "bang" just now and the way Silya was holding her chin, he quickly rubbed his eyes and leaned over, "How is it? Isn't it very It hurts. Let me rub it for you."

Silya let go of her hand slowly, pretending to be in pain, and when Sorin raised his hand to rub her chin lightly, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You pretended?" Sorin was very calm, without the slightest look of anger.

"No, it hurt a little just now, but Sorin's hand is too magical, so it doesn't hurt now." Silya knelt on the bed and explained with a smile, making Sorin shake his head helplessly.

"You." He sighed and stood up. "Stay here well. I'll let Megal come in with breakfast. I believe you must be hungry."

"You know?" Silya asked doubtfully, clutching her stomach.

"Of course, I heard the sound of your stomach growling." Sorin joked, and turned to leave. Tulusilya's small face was flushed, it was so embarrassing...

After breakfast was served by Sorin himself, Silya clutched her stomach in satisfaction, and having enough food was indeed more important than anything else.

"You don't seem to have eaten yet?" Silya asked, looking at the person who was still sitting by the bed, being supported by Sorin on the bed.

"Well, eat later." Sorin replied softly, and helped Silya cover the quilt, "If you are injured, you should have a good rest. If you need anything, you must call me or Megol."

"Got it, got it, you're almost as verbose as Megol." Silya made fun of Sorin, blinking her eyes.

"Where is Megol talking?" Just as Silya finished speaking, Megol said aggrievedly and walked in. Behind her was Sol, the king of Iruber.

"Oh, my poor Silya." Sol quickly stepped forward, looking at Silya on the bed and shouted distressedly.

"Hey, grandpa, don't worry, I'm fine." With Sorin's help, Silya sat up and leaned her upper body on the soft cushion at the head of the bed.

"Hey, poor child." Thor bent over and touched Silya's pale face and sighed, the hand with three gold rings left a slight coolness on Silya's face.

"Have a good rest, child, the god of Turin will definitely bless you." Thor sighed, stroked Silya's hair, and kissed the top of her head.

"Sorin, take good care of her, this is what you should do." Looking sideways at Sorin, Sol solemnly explained.

"I will." Thorin nodded.

"That's good, that's good," Saul murmured, turning and leaving.

"Grandpa, father..." Sorin suddenly shouted while looking at the back.

"That's the punishment he deserves. When he admits his mistake, I will naturally let him out." Saul said and strode away.

Silya listened to the conversation between Thor and Thorin in a cloud, what happened?

"Grandpa locked father in a dwarf prison." Thorin explained Silya's doubts.

"Huh?" Silya couldn't help opening her mouth.

She hurt Philip unintentionally, but Thorne deliberately took revenge on her. Although he didn't show sympathy for what happened to Thorne, he was the only son of grandpa after all. Did grandpa punish Thorne for her?

The author has something to say:

Story development slow?Seeing that some little angels can't wait any longer, the author is also very anxious.

But the previous story is to pave the way for the development of the following story, otherwise it will not go on, I will tell you, did Thorne succeed in driving Silya away in the end? 【Smack yourself big mouth】