Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1149 1131. Parting Moment
Bilbo didn't understand what Gandalf said, but fortunately they had been old friends who had been traveling together for more than a year.

The Hobbits have gotten used to Gandalf's mysterious and unspoken manner.

Master Baggins himself has worked out a rule: when the situation is not critical and the wizard is speaking to you in riddles, it is best to listen to him.

So even though he was already annoyed about the gold, Bilbo still kept Gandalf's words in mind.

They planned to dig out the money from a troll's lair that they had discovered when they broke into Rivendell before, and take it with them on their way home.

The skin-changer Beorn followed them for a while because it was on the way.

This fierce-looking big man is about the same size as Lan En. Lan En feels that if the talents of this race can receive formal druid training, he should have a bright future.

But people have their own lives and fun, so why should others interfere?

Bion laughed and sang heartily along the way, and when they arrived at the big wooden house where he lived, the three of them enjoyed his hospitality.

The Skin Changer is big, but a vegetarian.

He lived on wheat, nuts, vegetables and fruits, and entertained his three guests with the finest mead and milk.

However, Bilbo and Flannel had a hard time using the cutlery here, since it was made for people of Beorn and Lann's size.

After saying goodbye to Bion, the three of them returned along the route of the Restoration Expedition.

The final destination is the Shire, the home of the Hobbits, a peaceful and tranquil place. Gandalf and Lann could not let Bilbo, a Hobbit, travel alone in the dangerous wilderness.

To be honest, if a place is inhabited by hobbits, Lan En really doesn't know how that place can't be peaceful and leisurely.

Maybe there would be constant wafting of smoke and delicious food? After all, each hobbit normally eats seven meals a day, and more if his appetite is good.

And it just so happened that the celestial rift that Lan was looking for was in the old forest, and Charles was right next to the old forest.

During the leisurely journey in the fresh air, Bilbo often dragged his small treasure box onto the horse's back, and then frantically dug out parchment and quill pens from his own bag.

He began to lie on the box, thinking hard and writing paragraph after paragraph.

"By the way, what are you writing, meow?"

The kitten, who got along very well with the Hobbit, squatted on the pony's back and curiously watched the Hobbit write words that it didn't recognize.

This added to the already impatient pony's burden, but thanks to the fact that the fluff ball was eating the snacks he brought from Beorn's house, he would occasionally lean over and stuff a handful of food into the pony's mouth.

So the Hobbit ponies had no problem with that.

"I'm writing, uh" Bilbo was a little embarrassed at first, but after all his adventures, he was no longer the hobbit he once was.

So he finally said frankly: "I have always wanted to write a memoir, my memoir. I want to record everything about this adventure, everyone and everything."

"That way, even when I'm old, I can sit in a comfortable recliner at Bag End and look back at the things I've experienced."

At this time, they came to the hilly fields outside Rivendell.

It was here that Radagast led the way and Lan and the Lonely Mountain Restoration Expedition met for the first time.

At that time, the dwarves had just dealt with three trolls and searched their caves, where they found three good swords of the First Age elves.

It was morning at this time, and when they looked back, they saw the sun shining on the endless land.

Beyond was Mirkwood, dark green even at this season.

At the edge of the horizon is Lone Mountain, whose highest peak has never melted snow and still reflects dazzling light.

"After the raging fire comes pure white ice and snow, and even the evil dragon will have its doom."

The hobbits summed up their journey with a tone full of emotion, and their tone seemed to suddenly reveal countless fatigue and homesickness.

"I wish I could just lie down in my comfy couch in Bag End right now."

As the hobbit spoke, he bent over again and wrote down in his memoirs the inspiration he had just gained from the scene.

The witcher and the unicorn walked past the pony, the human head and the ancient dragon's head were very synchronized, both heads stretched forward curiously, looking at the hobbit's brushstrokes.

"How about adding 'Everything must come to an end' at the end?"

The witcher savored Bilbo's words and gave suggestions based on his artistic accomplishments on horseback.

But before Bilbo could respond, Lan shook his head.

"No, it's not good. Let's keep it as it is."

"The autobiography of a hobbit should be light-hearted, and it is just right to not explore in depth, and this level is very appropriate."

Mr. Baggins nodded casually and complacently, expressing his approval of Lan's appreciation.

"It's very well written, Bilbo. It's so natural and elegant, much better than those fancy, flowery poems."

The witcher continued to sigh, but Bilbo looked at Lan in surprise.

"Ok?"

The hobbit looked at the parchment in his hand, then at the witcher, with an awkward expression. "I actually used a lot of rare and gorgeous affixes, but they're really not gorgeous enough. Did I say 'complex'?"

"Trust me, Bilbo." The witcher made an accordion-like gesture with his hands on his horse. "No one understands the so-called 'flowery style' better than me."

"I know a very talented poet, but he always uses his brain to write poems to please women. Although it is considered to be the fulfillment of his talent, it becomes hypocritical if he writes too much, you know?"

"Ah oh."

Bilbo, who wanted to write his memoirs in a more glamorous way, couldn't tell whether he was encouraged or discouraged. He could only nod in frustration.

Gandalf was puffing smoke rings leisurely in the front, and only listened attentively when the people behind him talked about poetry. He nodded with his eyes closed, as if he agreed very much.

Then I immersed myself in the fragrance of pipe weed.

The three of them walked for several weeks and finally reached the edge of the old forest at a leisurely pace.

Further ahead is the Shire, and this is the unspoken moment of farewell.

"May your heroic deeds be recorded in epic history forever, Lan."

When they reached the peaceful green grassy land, the hobbit held out his hand to the witcher.

The tall demon hunter bent down and took it.

On his shoulder, the ball of fluff also smiled and waved at Bilbo, squinting his eyes.

"Bye meow!"

Felynx is naturally optimistic and cheerful. Although he is reluctant to leave his new friends, he is also very happy that Bilbo has returned home as he wished.

Lan bent over and looked the hobbit hard in the eyes.

"I must reiterate how honored I am to have made your acquaintance, Master Baggins."

"I have a present for you."

"What?" Bilbo was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head to refuse. "No, no, Lan. I've already gotten enough."

"It's not gold." Lan pulled his hand away, but did not straighten up. He just took off a ring with a square sapphire from his finger and handed it to the hobbit.

"This is magic. No, it's the Soul Square Stone Ring. It can protect your soul, to a certain extent."

The magic of the fire world is to shape the soul and then project it out to form attack power.

The magic square stone ring can enhance the wearer's resistance to magic, which, to a certain extent, enhances the resistance of the soul.

Bilbo was confused and didn't know why Lan gave him this, even though the dangerous adventure was over.

"Gandalf told me on the way that you might need this."

The witcher tilted his head towards the old wizard who was standing upright behind him.

The old wizard now looked at the hobbit with an unfathomable, unsettling smile on his face.

"You didn't think I hadn't noticed, did you, Master Baggins? You can come and go without a trace, and escape danger along the way. It takes more than luck and courage to do it."

"You got a magic ring along the way, right? I don't know who made that little thing, but I have to give you a piece of advice: it's best not to use it as much as possible."

Gandalf vaguely realized that Bilbo must have obtained a magic ring when he was crossing the Misty Mountains.

This is not a big deal. After all, the magic ring is neither precious nor ordinary. Being able to become invisible is not a very powerful ability.

But out of concern for Bilbo, he decided to make the problem more serious and scare him.

As expected, Bilbo, who had returned to his hometown and relaxed spiritually, quickly waved to the wizard.

"Come on Gandalf, what would I do with it if there's no danger?"

"But you should still take it." Lan pressed the ring into Bilbo's hand, "Just in case."

"But this is too expensive, Lan En!"

"Take it. Consider it for the sake of our friendship. Besides, I have one condition."

The demon hunter said this cunningly, but with his silver hair scattered on his forehead, he looked impossible to dislike.

"Please go ahead." Bilbo's expression was serious and solemn, as if he was ready to start a long adventure again the next moment.

"We will always be true friends, Bilbo," Lan said with a chuckle.

"I heard that your afternoon tea time is at four o'clock, but you know that I am not sure where I am. If I pass by your door in the future and knock on the door to visit you at a time other than the hour, I hope you will not refuse me."

The hobbit looked at each other seriously and let out a long breath.

"I will never, ever turn you away, Lan. Never."

"Great friendship." Gandalf smiled with his hands on his hips. "If everyone can value laughter and despise gold and silver as much as you do, there may be no place for evil in this world."

(End of this chapter)