it's clear.
The sky is blue and cloudless.
April in Middle-earth.
It’s the beginning of the hottest summer of the year.
The weather has become hotter.
Especially around noon.
A round of fiery red light hung high.
It radiates endless light and heat wantonly toward all things on the earth.
Rivendell is on the Eastern Avenue heading west.
At this time, a tall figure was riding a horse and galloping through the wilderness, running towards the forest far ahead.
The weather is getting hotter.
The galloping horse's breathing became heavier and heavier, and foam began to form at the corners of its mouth.
Close.
Closer.
Finally, the horse rushed into the forest carrying the tall figure on its back.
The tall figure immediately jumped down from his back.
One hand grabbed the reins to control the horse, and a bucket of water appeared out of thin air in the other hand.
"Gulu gulu..."
As the horses bowed their heads and guzzled water from the bucket.
The tall man was also holding a large kettle and drinking heavily from his mouth.
For a while.
When the horse lifts its head and leaves the bucket.
Morgan put down the kettle in his hand.
The heavy breathing of one person and one horse returned to normal.
Then the tall man once again took out horse feed out of thin air and poured it into the bucket to feed the horse.
He also sat on the overgrown forest floor and began to eat.
This lone ranger-like man is naturally Morgan.
nearly two months ago.
After sending Tariel back to Mirkwood, he stayed with Tariel for another month in the Woodland Kingdom.
Morgan bid farewell to Tariel, left Mirkwood, and embarked on a journey to the Shire to find Bilbo and Gandalf, his two good companions.
Along the way, we have passed through forests and wilderness, across mountains and deep valleys, until we reach now.
When a person travels a long distance, he will inevitably encounter some troubles and dangers.
But for Morgan, those troubles and dangers are just fun and embellishments on a long and boring journey.
Compared to those small external dangers.
Morgan feels that the weather in Middle-earth in April is the biggest trouble.
The previous snowy winters were fine.
Morgan has a strong physique and is not afraid of the cold even if he wears a little clothing.
But obviously not in summer.
Morgan was now wearing sturdy boots, trousers, leather armor and a dagger, which was not much different from his previous outfit.
But on the upper body, Morgan only wore a pair of loose long sleeves made of silk.
No other armor, leather or anything else.
If it weren't for the fear of mosquito bites, Morgan would actually like to go shirtless.
"call..."
He chewed up the last bite of dried mutton and spit it out, then drank a large amount of water.
Morgan let out a sigh of contentment.
In such hot weather, it is unrealistic to travel at noon.
Even if Morgan could bear it, the horse beside him, borrowed from Beorn, the skin-changer, couldn't bear it either.
He didn't want to tire the horse.
This vast wilderness has no villages or shops. If the horse dies and only relies on Morgan's legs, he doesn't know how long it will take to reach a place where humans gather.
The horse next to him was still chewing horse feed.
Morgan stood up after eating and drinking. After standing at the edge of the forest and looking around, he found that the area looked familiar.
Soon, he remembered why it looked familiar.
This is the place where the expedition team originally camped. In the wilderness not far away, you can even see some debris such as the tent fragments left behind when the expedition team was sneak attacked by the orc army and had to abandon the camp and escape.
Although it has been eroded by wind and rain, the distance is not too long, and it is easy to see the traces if you look closely.
Seeing this, Morgan immediately thought of the three giant trolls.
Also, the elf sword on his waist, and the treasures in the troll cave that were buried by the dwarves because they were difficult to take away.
after an hour.
Morgan stood in front of the huge troll cave that was already overgrown with weeds.
Stepping into the cave, the cave still smells so bad.
Morgan moved forward with a long sword in hand. Perhaps because of the powerful aura of the troll, there were no traces of other animals in the abandoned cave.
Go all the way to the treasure house deep in the cave.
Morgan saw the dilapidated weapon rack where the sword on his waist had been placed, as well as the dug-out ground.
That was where the dwarves buried the box of treasure, but there was nothing left at this time.
Except for the members of the expedition team, no one else knew that there was treasure hidden in this troll cave.
At this time, all the dwarves of the expedition were in the New Erebor Kingdom in the Lonely Mountain.
So the treasure here has been dug up, except for Bilbo and Gandalf who passed by this road a few months ago.
There shouldn't be anyone else.
Since the treasure has been dug away.
Morgan quickly emerged from the troll cave.
At this time, the weather outside the forest was still scorching hot.
Return to the forest from before.
Morgan closed his eyes and rested in the shady forest until the sun was no longer hot outside. Then he rode out of the forest and galloped towards the distant road.
One month later.
Morgan reaches the edge of the Shire.
...
A summer morning in The Hobbiton.
I woke up to the sound of cockcrows and the rising smoke.
It was just getting dark.
In an exquisitely decorated Bag End, Bilbo woke up from his sleep on time.
After washing up.
Started preparing today's breakfast.
When he had prepared breakfast for two people and was making milk tea.
Gandalf, who was sleeping in the side room, walked into the kitchen with a cigarette stick in his mouth.
"Good morning Bilbo."
Gandalf smiled and spoke.
"Morning, Gandalf..."
Bilbo raised his head and said hello, then continued: "You sit down for a while, the milk tea will be ready soon."
Gandalf smiled and sat down at the dining table, smoking a pipe and watching Bilbo busy.
It didn't take long.
Bilbo carried the teapot on the campfire stand and slowly poured a large cup of rich milk tea into each of the two tall, thick wooden cups on the dining table.
Milk tea is made by mixing black tea and milk, with sugar and a small amount of spices added.
So whether you drink it or smell it, it is particularly fragrant.
After finishing his work, Bilbo sat down at the dining table, took a long sip of hot milk tea, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"call..."
"Drinking a cup of milk tea in the morning can make you energetic all morning long."
Putting down the tea cup, Bilbo picked up the knife and fork to enjoy breakfast. When he raised his head, he saw that Bilbo was still smoking slowly.
"What's wrong?"
Sensing something strange about Gandalf, Bilbo couldn't help but ask.
"Bah..."
Gandalf took the last puff of his cigarette, then knocked the stem, then slowly put away the stem and said: "It's time for me to go, Bilbo."
After the words fell, Bilbo looked stunned, and then a trace of disappointment appeared on his face.
However, after his constant efforts to stay, Gandalf had been living with him from spring to summer for quite some time.
After all, Gandalf couldn't live forever.
Gandalf has always had a lot on his plate, which can be seen when he was in Rivendell.
It is rare for him to have lived in the Shire for so long.
Bilbo couldn't help but put down his knife and fork, looked at Gandalf and said, "Don't you wait for Morgan?"
"Morgan must be on his way to the Shire now."
Hearing Bilbo's words, Gandalf couldn't help but sigh.
When Morgan left Rivendell, he agreed to arrive in the Shire in the summer.
Summer is already halfway over now.
There was no sign of that kid yet.
This made Gandalf feel helpless.
He really couldn't be as free as Bilbo or Morgan, he still had many things to do.
It’s just that they have already made an appointment with each other.
He didn't want to break his promise.
We can only wait any longer.
Gandalf was seen sighing.
Bilbo smiled again.
Every time he heard Gandalf ask to leave, he would never be wrong when he mentioned Morgan.
Seeing that Gandalf no longer mentioned leaving.
Bilbo was enjoying his breakfast in a cheerful mood.
at this time.
"Bang bang bang..."
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Who could it be so early?"
Bilbo immediately put down his knife and fork and walked quickly towards the door.
"Bang bang bang..."
The knock on the door came again.
"I'm coming..."
As Bilbo spoke, he quickened his pace and came to the gate. When he opened the gate, he saw a tall and handsome man with a tall body and a dusty body standing in front of the gate of his house holding a horse.
Who else could it be but Morgan, the good friend he and Gandalf always talked about.
"Morgan!"
Seeing the figure outside the door, Bilbo immediately shouted in surprise and shouted to Gandalf in the kitchen and dining room: "Gandalf, Morgan is here."
After shouting, he immediately turned around, looked at Morgan and smiled happily: "You're finally here Morgan."
"Long time no see Bilbo."
"I hope you can forgive me for being late."
"But this time, I plan to take a good look at the four seasons of Shire. I may stay here for a while. I hope you don't mind."
Morgan looked at Bilbo and said with a smile.
"mind?"
Bilbo immediately shook his head and said happily: "No, of course I won't mind. Morgan, you can stay as long as you want."
"You are welcome here..."
"Come, give me the reins and I'll settle your horse. Gandalf is in the kitchen. You know where my kitchen is..."
"You can have my share of breakfast first, I haven't touched it yet..."
Bilbo happily led the horse away.
Morgan lowered his head and walked into Bag End, and saw Gandalf bending down and walking out of it.
"Gandalf..."
Morgan immediately smiled and said.
"Morgan, you're here..."
Gandalf, also smiling, stepped forward and hugged Morgan.
The corridor is too low, making it somewhat inconvenient to talk here.
The two soon arrived at the dining table in Bag End.
I happened to see Bilbo's breakfast that had not yet been started.
Morgan, who was still hungry after traveling all night, started eating without any ceremony.
Morgan and Gandalf chatted as they ate.
It didn't take long.
Bilbo is back.
His little breakfast portion was not enough for Morgan to eat.
So Bilbo got busy again.
Morgan and Gandalf sat aside, smoking and drinking tea. It was so pleasant for the three friends who had reunited after a long absence to chat together.
It didn't take long.
Bilbo made two new breakfasts.
The three of them sat around the dining table.
Chatting easily.
Soon, they started talking about the common hobby of the three of them: fishing.
He looked at Bilbo who was particularly enthusiastic when talking about fishing, and looked at Gandalf's somewhat helpless expression.
Morgan knew that Gandalf must have been tortured by Bilbo because of fishing.
At this moment, Morgan seemed to regret that what he said before about enjoying the four seasons scenery of the Shire seemed to be too full.
Finally, this breakfast comes to an end.
Bilbo decided that the three of them would go fishing together today to celebrate Morgan's arrival in the Shire.
The next time was the happiest time in Bilbo's life.
With Morgan arriving.
The three friends drank, smoked, fished, played cards, and bragged together every day. Not to mention how leisurely they were.
It's just that the happy time is always short.
When the three of them finished their last drink of summer together.
On the first morning of autumn.
Gandalf bid farewell to Morgan and Bilbo and embarked on his journey to the north.
After Gandalf left, Morgan's holiday at Bag End continued.
Morgan this time kept true to the words he had told Bilbo when he arrived at Bag End in the summer.
From summer to autumn.
Then from autumn to winter, and then to the spring of the next year.
Morgan lived in Bilbo's Bag End for four seasons.
I also thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Shire in different seasons.
On the morning after the end of the second spring.
That is the first morning of summer.
Morgan bid farewell to Bilbo and prepared to return.
Where can he go on his return trip?
Of course, back to the woodland kingdom of Mirkwood.
Tariel's existence is like an anchor, and it is Morgan's only concern in this world now.
When Morgan thought of it for the first time, he felt warm in his heart.
Let him no longer be a homeless wanderer in this world.
"Goodbye Bilbo..."
Morgan, who was riding on his horse, smiled and waved goodbye to Bilbo.
"Bye Morgan!"
Bilbo waved vigorously at Morgan with a disappointed look on his face.
When Morgan gradually moved away and was about to disappear, Bilbo suddenly shouted to Morgan: "Morgan, remember to come to the Shire as a guest when you have time!"
Morgan turned back to Bilbo and smiled and waved.
Then he walked into the cool breeze of the clear summer morning and disappeared.
On this day, Bilbo returned home with an extremely depressed mood and wrote the first line in his notebook: "That was a long time ago, in a land far away in the east, where there was a river valley town. ..”
...
Before the end of summer in Middle-earth.
Morgan, who left the Shire, returned to the Woodland Kingdom of Mirkwood and lived leisurely with Tariel.
In the last few days before the end of autumn that same year.
Morgan received an invitation letter from the dwarves of Erebor, the Lonely Mountain.
The invitation letter was written by King Thorin Oakenshield himself, inviting Morgan to participate in the major restoration celebration of the Kingdom of Erebor. The celebration was held on the day of Turin, the day of the dwarves.
Morgan then went to the Lonely Mountain to participate in the dwarf celebration.
When the celebration was over, they bid farewell to Thorin Oakenshield, the student Kili and the dwarves of the expedition team, as well as Bard and his three children.
Morgan returned to Mirkwood.
Since then, Morgan has been living with Tariel in the Woodland Kingdom, rarely stepping out of Mirkwood.
Time flows like water.
It always flows and disappears inadvertently.
In the blink of an eye.
Sixty years passed by in a flash.
Sixty years, suddenly like a dream.
