[The Hobbit] Dressed as a female dwarf

#Midnight desolate#

The sun had completely set, and a few scattered stars fell on the silent grass.The tight and neat tents are neatly arranged to completely isolate the cold wind from the outside. The inside and the outside seem to be two completely different worlds.

In the dark night, Silya dragged her long cloak and moved on the grass. In fact, she was supposed to lie down and rest at this time. However, the eye-catching cloak of the Elf King was right in front of her eyes. How could she She couldn't sleep either, so... In the cold wind, Silya sniffed, and she had to return her clothes before she could sleep peacefully.

The Elven King's tent is not hard to find, the most splendid of all.

Silya stopped here, and raised her head slightly to look at the gorgeous tent in front of her eyes. There was still fire in the tent, so...he probably didn't sleep.

While Silya was wondering, there was a shadow of a head printed on the white cloth of the tent. Judging from the shadow's crown and slender ears, it must be the king of elves.

"My lord, can I... can I come in?" Silya took a breath and tried to shout loudly.

Silya's voice fell, and the shadow on the tent paused, raised her hand to quickly take a picture of something, and then came Thranduil's calm voice as always, "Come in!"

Wrapping the dragging cloak tightly around her body, Silya opened the curtained door of the tent and walked in without hesitation. She was too small, and it took her a lot of strength just to open the door.

"Huh, it's so warm." After entering the tent, a warm current surrounded her body, and Silya couldn't help sighing.

"What's wrong with you coming so late?" Thranduy's doubtful voice came from above her head, Silya looked up, and sure enough, she saw him covered in silver-gray clothes hidden in the darkness, but she hadn't noticed him before coming in.

"I, I'll return the clothes." Silya stammered, and hurriedly took off the cloak she was wearing and handed it to Thranduil.

She is really too small, even if she holds the clothes up and raises her arms, it still doesn't reach his chest.

"You don't have to come here so late." Thranduy looked at Silya with her arms raised, and didn't intend to reach out to pick up her clothes.

"I'm afraid that you will need to wear this cloak tomorrow." Silya lowered her head and made a face at her own shadow on the ground. Please, take the clothes back first, please?It's tiring to hold.

"I don't need it," Thranduy replied sincerely. Looking at the clothes, he didn't know how much dust was on the ground. He'd better wait until he returned to the Green Forest and change into a new one.

"..." The hands that were expecting to pick up the clothes did not reach out, Silya reluctantly withdrew her raised arms, "Then where should I put this clothes first?"

"There." Thranduy said, pointing to the bench behind him.

It was a folding chair covered with a fluffy blanket, and there was a small table of the same material beside the chair. Silya had to feel that it would be good to be an elf king. In her own tent, there were only two blankets and a bed. On the ground, one sheet covers the body.

Silya walked over cautiously, and when passing by Thranduil, she purposely walked away from him, so as not to touch the hem of his drooping clothes.

Putting down the cloak in her hand as if completing a major task, Silya took a deep breath and was about to say goodbye and leave when she accidentally caught a glimpse of two iron boxes stacked under the table.

The surface of the box is patterned with rose flowers, and the delicate lines extend to the keyhole. The design of the keyhole is also very ingenious, because that is where the stamen of the most beautiful flower on the box is.

She recognized this box, it was the box of the dwarves, and the dwarves used to use tough rose flower boxes to store the precious treasures in their hearts, but how could the elf king have such a box?

"Is there anything else?" Seeing Silya staring at the table in a daze, Thranduy asked with a frown.

"Well, my lord, what are these two boxes?" Silya was silent for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"Oh, a gift from the dwarves." Thranduy said with a loose expression on his face, and Silya knew that it meant he liked the gifts in this box.

"But..." Silya looked puzzled. If she remembered correctly, the elves were almost kicked out of Iruber, so how could they receive gifts from the dwarves.

"I received it the night before leaving Iruber." Thranduil explained at the right time.

He remembered that night, the night when he prepared to go back to his room to rest after giving Bailu to the mushroom.

The dwarf named Thorin blocked his way. He said that there was something he wanted to ask him. He wanted the mushroom to be taken care of by himself in the green forest.

Thranduil still remembered his thoughts at the time. He didn't think it was the right decision to bring Mushroom back to the Green Forest. After all, he chose to give up her 20 years ago, and Mushroom had already adapted to Iruber's life. It's good to live in peace like this.

"I know you hate dwarves, but Silya is not only a dwarf, she also has half-elf blood." Thranduil thought of the anxiety on the dwarf's face, and the concern couldn't be faked.

"As long as you promise to take care of Silya, I can give you some gifts in return, two boxes of white gems." When he was still thinking about the mushroom's half-elf status, the dwarf suggested anxiously.

"Of course." He nodded in agreement. In fact, compared with the charm of the white gem, he was more curious about the identity of the mushroom half-elf. What is the difference between a half-elf and an elf?

"That's good." He saw the dwarf finally showing a relieved expression. Of course, when he got the white gem, he also signed an elf oath agreement with him.

That dwarf was really bold. He said that he would trick Mushroom into leaving with a fake Arkan gem, and all he had to do was to help him keep this secret while taking care of Mushroom.

secret?What he lacked most in his life was secrets.

……

"Is there anything else?" Thranduy stared at the two iron boxes in a daze.

"Ah, no, no." Silya nodded, before leaving, she did not forget to salute Thranduil politely, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking me in. Silya is very grateful."

"Oh, you don't need to be grateful, there are no people taken in in the green forest." Thranduil suddenly waved his hand and said indifferently.

"..." Silya looked puzzled, king, what do you mean by that?

"What? Didn't Legolas tell you?" Thranduy raised his eyebrows slightly, "Every elf in the Green Forest is his own responsibility. Although you are not an elf, you are also one of the people in the Green Forest. .”

"So, what is my responsibility?" Silya replied helplessly, what kind of elf king is this?It was obvious that she was going to be child labor.

"You are too young to patrol the forest, nor can you make wine and weave like other female elves." He muttered to himself for a long time before he suddenly realized and pointed to Silya, "I thought of it, don't you have a sheep to raise? How about you Just take care of the feeding."

"Feed the lazy sheep?" Silya tried to ask.

"Oh, of course not only the lazy sheep, but also my stag and Legolas' horse." Thranduil said seriously.

"Oh, good..." Crying without tears, Sila waved her hand as Bethlandrui, Legolas's horse was okay, but let her feed the tall deer, she was afraid that the deer would eat herself up.

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