Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 80 Conversation with Beorn: The Art of Transfiguration
They entered a spacious hall with a fireplace carved prominently in the center.Although it was summer, there was still wood burning in the stove, and the black smoke curled up to the blackened rafters, and then slowly found an opening in the roof and slipped out.

In the middle of the hall, there is a long dining table made of logs, surrounded by several long stools, just enough for all the dwarves to sit down.

Beorn clapped his hands, and four beautiful white ponies and several slender gray dogs walked in.Beorn said something to them in a strange language that sounded like animal roars, and they went out.

Soon these animals were holding white cloth with animal patterns embroidered on their backs with their mouths in their mouths, and others were carrying trays, bowls, shallow plates, table knives and wooden spoons on their broad backs, walked in.

very magical.

The dwarves were all dumbfounded.

Bilbo bit his nails and watched all this with almost fabulous eyes.

In particular, those dogs actually stood on their hind legs, and used their two front legs to take down those tableware trays and put them on the dining table.

"I don't think I'll ever forget that day." Bilbo nodded in wonder.

Yes, first he was caught in a town of orcs, then he picked up a magic ring, and then he had a wits battle with a strange and pitiful creature, and finally escaped from the sky, but was captured by the silver king I was taken aback.

Now, what is it to see that animals are obedient and entertaining like humans?

He thought so.

"I think when it's over, I'll write a book about what happened during this time," he said. "I hope you won't refuse me to include this in the book."

Beorn took a liking to the little hobbit at once, for he liked to hear all kinds of stories, good and bad.I don't resist being part of the story myself, and I'm even a little bit happy.

He said: "Well, I hope that I will make a good impression on you in the book."

"As it should be," said Bilbo.

As a result, the relationship between the two parties has been greatly improved.Even Thorin was quite surprised by this.Because it was the hobbit he despised most that had made it all happen.

With Bilbo's affirmative answer, the big man called Beorn happily entertained the guests with honey, milk, ham, bread, cheese, etc.; Sweet and sweet mead.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Turka raised a glass of mead and saluted the owner here.

He is now able to control his appetite. As time goes by, his eating habits and physique are closer to that of a dragon. Now he can eat so much in one meal that Bilbo's eyes pop out. ;

But at the same time, he could go days without taking a single grain of water, yet still be full of energy, as if his stomach possessed magic.

"It's my honor." Beorn said, his attitude towards the Silver King is more respectful, the best among all, even the wizard is inferior to him, "I heard from the animal companion of the brown robe wizard Having told many stories about you, you were destined to be a great man, very different from us country folk."

Turka smiled and said: "I have also heard many stories about you from Gandalf. I heard that you are a descendant of the ancestors. You have incredible magic and can freely change the form of a human and a big bear. This is almost beyond My imagination."

Then the two talked about magic, transformation, the voice of the dragon and so on, which Bilbo couldn't understand.

Though sometimes the dwarves would chime in, it was chiefly gold and silver and jewels, and how to make beautiful things with skill and skill.But obviously, Beorn didn't seem to have much interest in these things. There were no gold and silver ornaments in his hall at all, and apart from knives, there were very few things made of metal.

So gradually, the dwarves fell silent.

Like the hobbits, they listened quietly to Turka and their conversation, or drank mead from wooden bowls.

The twilight outside the house was getting darker, and new firewood was added to the fire in the middle of the hall, illuminating the hall brightly.

The people were still sitting around the fire, their faces reddened by the dancing flames. Behind them were the tall pillars of the wooden house with black tops, which looked like big trees in the woods.

Whether it was magic or not, Bilbo thought he heard the wind blowing through the branches in the rafters, and it seemed to be the hooting of an owl.

At this time, Beorn asked: "Forgive me for asking, why on earth are you going to the East? I know that what you said about going to relatives is just a lie, because you don't need a king, a wizard, a Huo Bit people, more than a dozen dwarves with bows and swords on their backs, with axes and hammers on their backs, escaped from the pursuit of the orcs; they would not hurry, even lost their mount supplies, and would be hungry to a stranger like me. help."

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Sorin's bad temper came up again. He was very sensitive to other people's questioning about the treasure of the Lonely Mountain, and his sensitive nerves were provoked almost every time.

"If you want my help, yes, I need to know why," said Beorn, with the same vigor as Thorin Oakenshield.

Then the dragonborn, who had been thinking about the skin-changing magic, raised his head, looked at the wizard, and said, "We are going to the Lonely Mountain to help the dwarves regain their homeland. The hobbits are our snitches." Sir, he will be in charge of seeing if old Smaug is still alive. Perhaps you have heard that the omen has happened, and the birds have returned to the Lonely Mountain. It is rumored that the dragon has not been seen for more than 60 years. Maybe it's dead, maybe it's gone! We are the adventure team that went to check."

"But we met half-orcs in the mountains." The wizard also said: "Our horses, supplies are all lost, and people are hungry, so we can only come to you for help! We must go to the Lonely Mountain before Turin Day, yes Yes, that's it, that's all!"

Although Sorin was very unhappy that the plan of this operation was exposed to the master here, but since both the silver king and the wizard chose to believe in this big man, the dwarf king couldn't say anything.

He moaned and stared at Beorn for a long time, but finally closed his mouth.

"So I finally understand why the half-orcs hunted you down." Beorn said, "And the enemies of the half-orcs are my friends. They take pleasure in torturing me and my people. It seems very interesting..."

Bilbo, who had been listening to the conversation between the silver king and the wizard and Beorn, immediately regained his spirits. He interrupted his master rudely and asked, "Are there any other skin-changers?"

Beorn was really friendly to the little hobbit. His expression softened, and his eyes showed a trace of sadness. He said, "There used to be many, but now I am the only one left."

Bilbo snapped his mouth shut.

Maybe my questioning was a stupid idea, he thought.

The hobbit made a slightly apologetic expression.

"So I'm willing to help you." Beorn stared at Thorin, releasing kindness: "Just because although I don't like dwarves, I hate half-orcs even more!"

The dwarves all beamed.

Thorin froze for a moment, his expression eased, and he nodded to Beorn, which was a reconciliation.

Turka and Gandalf looked at each other with a smile on their lips.

"So, what help do you all need?" Beorn said. "As long as I can, please. Food? Pack horses? Or warm and comfortable beds?"

"Need everything!"

So said the dwarves and Bilbo.

They were exhausted a long time ago, and now they were full of food and drink, and suddenly felt drowsy. They just wished that there would be a soft bed covered with straw or quilts for them to lie down and rest.

"Then that's it." Beorn nodded, ending the reception.

He whistled.

As a result, his animals came in again. Like servants, the animals began to clear the table and so on, which stunned Bilbo and others.

Beorn brought the dwarves to the guest room of the longhouse, and arranged everyone comfortably and properly, as if they had returned to the elves' home in Rivendell.

Maybe it was a comfortable bed, or maybe it was full of wine and food, the dwarves began to sing again before going to bed, and some of the lyrics were probably like this:

The wind is over the wasteland,
But in the forest the leaves are not yet disturbed:
There are shadows all day long,

Something dark crawls in the shadows.

The wind blows from the cold mountains,

Roaring and rolling like the tide;
The branches groaned, the forest wailed,
Leaves are blown down into mounds of rot.

The wind blows from west to east,
All movement in the forest stops,
The wind whimpers across the moor,

Only whistling can be heard between heaven and earth.

The grass hissed, the ears of grass bowed,
The weeds tremble—the wind goes on,
Skimming the trembling icy lake, tearing the fleeing clouds.

It crosses the lonely mountain,

Sweep through the dragon's lair:
It's dark and dark there,

full of naked boulders,
The air was smoky.

It leaves the world and continues to fly

Across the wide sea of ​​night.

Moonlight sails in the wind,

The stars are ringing and shining brightly.

Bilbo probably only remembered so much, and when he waited to listen, a deep drowsiness came over him, and he fell asleep in a daze.His fingers held the ring in his pocket until he closed his eyes.

And Turka and Gandalf have been whispering something to Beorn in the hall, almost non-stop all night.

In the end, Turka was regrettably determined.

The transformation of skin-changing people is the same as the miracle of elves, the magic of wizards, the fire-breathing of dragons, and the resistance of dwarves. It is a kind of racial talent, and it is difficult to learn.

At least Beorn said that he has never seen people of other races learn the skills of skin-changing people.

"It's a pity."

A look of regret flashed in the golden vertical pupils of the silver-white king: "I was still thinking, if I can learn it, maybe I can become a dragon?"

This sentence almost stunned Gandalf and Beorn.

"That scene is really worth looking forward to."

They say so.

The expression was full of awe, and a hint of weirdness.

　Thank you for the magic power to protect the body, King Kong is not bad, my name is six words, save You Dian, the flop behind the scenes, the tree can rest, I will travel in April, book friend 20190315195242256, the god-like Aristotles, the wind chasing A knight, a fat sailor, Wei Liaozi, Li Chu, a cold smile, a monthly ticket for a bully who likes dark texts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)