Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 117 Three years later
That day, Bilbo got up early.

The weather should be fine.

He was busy in the kitchen early in the morning, going to see if the tea was ready, and to see if the baked cakes were battered;
After a while, I found out the beautiful set of clothes that had been prepared several months ago in the box, and seemed to consider whether to iron them again.

In the end, he ran to the door in a thump, and kept looking in the direction of the intersection.

Ah, our hobbit has been running about the house all morning like an ant on a hot pan.

Finally, in the afternoon, to be precise, it was [-]:[-] in the afternoon, not much more than one second, not much less than one second.

A figure in a gray cloak and a long woven scarf, staring at a tall and pointed hat appeared in the direction of the intersection.

"Gandalf!"

Bilbo's yelp of joy and joy drowned out even the gurgling of the mill waterwheel on the other side of the brook.He kept waving his hands, jumping and screaming in front of the green-painted round door.

The neighbors on Baoxia Road looked at him in surprise, pursing their lips in displeasure.

They drove their children back to the house and told them not to be like Baggins in Bag End.

The wizard saw the excited hobbit at a glance, and the corner of his mouth under the hat couldn't help showing a smile, even the fatigue of the journey dissipated a lot.

He drove a four-wheeled carriage, crossed the creek at the intersection, and arrived at the door of his old friend's house unhurriedly.

"Bilbo Baggins, old friend, long time no see." Gandalf lowered his head and looked at the little guy at the door with a smile.

Bilbo had already opened the fence of his house, stood in the yard and said happily: "I thought you would be earlier! I received a message from you through the dwarves a few months ago, and I have been waiting for you! But the days have passed." Day by day, that day is getting closer and closer. You haven't seen anyone yet, so I thought you had forgotten."

"How could you forget this?" Gandalf got down from the carriage and looked at our hobbit. He saw his ruddy face, healthy figure, and excited eyes. He knew that he had lived a good life these years. Then he said with a smile: "This matter is widely spread throughout the north, and it is also discussed in the south. Even the most ignorant country woman will not ignore it!"

They went into the hobbit-hole and sat down at the long table where the kitchen had once been.

"Tea?" Bilbo brought the tea he had prepared.

"If it doesn't bother you, then have some." Gandalf acted broad-minded, as if he had really walked a long way and then returned home.

So they sat down and enjoyed a little black tea and a soft baked cake.

During this period, Bilbo kept looking at his old friend, and he found that the wizard's eyebrows and beard were longer, his gray hair was disheveled to his waist, and his old face was dusty, but his eyes were still the same as those in his impression. It was as bright as a star.

The cane and the elf sword were placed against the doorway wall.

Put the hat on the table.

This made Bilbo ask curiously: "Gandalf, where have you been these three years? I occasionally hear about you from the dwarves who come from the Lonely Mountain, but most of them are rumors. They say you have been South and East activities, rarely back to West and North. What happened? Is there anything new everywhere?"

"It is true that I have seen many strange things on my travels, but now is not the time to explain. Some things are not suitable for you to tell." Gandalf said: "Bilbo, you only need to know that many places have become better. Well, the grass is green and the flowers and birds are happy. But some places have become dangerous, not many, but they are. It is for these dangers that I travel everywhere, day after day, year after year."

Bilbo seemed to have seen the wizard running around all these years without complaint, dealing with one event after another that seemed like the end of the day to the people of Hobbiton, and he couldn't stop for a moment.Can't help but miss his previous adventures a little bit.

However, it was not long before that adventure trip back then, and this emotion was quickly suppressed by him.He said: "It was really hard work. I think if you have time, you might as well stop here. You know, Bag End is always open for you!"

These intimate words really made Gandalf feel much better. He knew that this was the Hobbit. They were warm, hospitable, and kind, and they were the best candidates to be friends.

He said: "Thank you for saying that, but I think it's our job to be busy, just as hobbits are always industrious in tending their gardens!"

Bilbo thought about it, and felt that his comparison was very true.

Then they talked a lot more.

There are some anecdotes about the south, and some about the dwarves of the east.They are Thorin's relatives, but they are different from the dwarves in Middle-earth. Bilbo is very interested in this, and always interrupts Gandalf from time to time, asking about these dwarves;
It wasn't until the lights came on that our Master Baggins finally stopped with satisfaction.

"Oops!" Bilbo jumped up. "The sun's gone down, and supper isn't ready yet! Wait a minute, I'll do it now, and it'll be done soon! I'll rest here tonight, and we'll be on our way tomorrow." ! There is still time.”

As he said that, he hurriedly got busy in the kitchen.

Gandalf watched all this with a smile, sucking on his pipe, and exhaled a white circle.The circle floated out of the house along the hobbit's window-sill, and flew on and on until it disappeared.

That night, the wizard really had a rest at Bilbo's house.

the next day.

It was daylight, and Bilbo was up.

He didn't even put on his coat, so he hurried out of the bedroom.It turned out that the wizard was sitting alone on the bench in the living room, smoking his pipe leisurely, and greeted him when he got up.

"Good day, Bilbo. I hope you had a good dream last night."

Bilbo was sure that everything yesterday was not a dream.

Thinking that he was about to meet those old friends and attend that great event, Bilbo said loudly, "Please wait a moment, I'll be fine soon." Then he hurried back to the bedroom.

"We have time." The wizard returned exactly what Bilbo had said yesterday.

But at this moment, Bilbo didn't have the time to listen. All his mind was absorbed by the journey ahead. He washed quickly, and then packed up to salute—in fact, he had already prepared most of the things, but he Don't worry, read it again.

The wizard has prepared breakfast, a cup of hot milk and a few pieces of cheese bread.

Bilbo even felt that the wizard's craft was just like this, and it took him a long time to suppress the urge to show his skills.After all, his heart is not here at all at the moment. After stuffing a few mouthfuls of bread indiscriminately, he drank the glass of milk in one gulp.

"Okay," he said, "let's hit the road!"

Gandalf smiled.

"Bilbo Baggins, you are as enthusiastic about everything outside your home as ever. Please rest assured that we will be there in time for Lord Turka's wedding. After all, I came all the way back for that. !"

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