"That's really good news."
"I have been waiting for this news for ten years."
Morgan looked at Gandalf and smiled. After speaking, he picked up the tall wooden wine glass in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.
These extremely low-alcohol fruit wines are no different from drinking flavored drinks to him now.
"Ten years of waiting?"
Hearing Morgan's words, Bilbo couldn't help but be surprised: "Morgan, what equipment did you ask Thorin to forge for you that took so long?"
"Aren't the dwarves' forging skills very good?"
Morgan said, looking to Morgan and then to Gandalf and asked.
"The skills and abilities of the dwarves in forging are indeed the best among the races in Middle-earth..."
"Morgan, what did you ask Thorin and the others to forge that takes ten years to forge?"
Gandalf pondered for a moment and then said, looking at Morgan opposite who was equally puzzled: "I'm curious too."
Morgan never mentioned this matter in front of others. It was normal for the two people in front of him not to know.
Morgan picked up the wine bottle again and poured himself a full glass of fruit wine before continuing: "Back then, I dived into the water and took off a lot of things from the dragon Smaug."
"You have all eaten the dragon's flesh."
"You've also seen the giant dragon's horns."
"And there are some scales that were ripped off Smaug's body."
"What I gave to Thorin were the dragon's horns and those scales."
Morgan was eating as he talked, and his appetite was now getting bigger and bigger.
In order to get to Bilbo's house as soon as possible today, he hadn't eaten anything except for some dried meat early in the morning. Just to fill his stomach, he came to Bilbo's house for a big meal.
"Can those things really be used to forge armor and weapons?"
After Morgan finished speaking, Bilbo immediately continued to ask doubtfully.
He had seen similar statements from adventures before.
But adventure is just that, and it is different from reality.
"Well, there is such a saying, but in fact, the materials in some monsters are far less hard than steel, so there is no point in using them for forging."
Gandalf finished smoking a bag of cigarettes, knocked on the cigarette rod and continued: "But the evil dragon is different. Since ordinary arrows cannot hurt it at all, it means that the scales on those evil dragons are comparable to steel."
"And Morgan has faced it head-on and certainly knows it better than we do."
Gandalf said, looking at Morgan and smiling.
This is indeed true, unless those materials are much harder than steel, or lighter in weight.
Otherwise, there would be no meaning and value in forging it.
Looking at the two people's eyes, Morgan smiled and said: "I just saw that the scales and horns were strong enough, so I gave them to Thorin and the others to try."
"I had given up all hope. I almost forgot."
"I didn't expect that it would actually be forged by Thorin and the others now."
"Speaking of which, I really want to see what the equipment forged from the dragon's scales and horns looks like."
Morgan said with a smile.
At this moment, Frodo's voice came over.
"Uncle Morgan, do you have any news that the raven should take back..."
Frodo walked to the table, looked at Morgan and asked, "It's almost full."
Several people looked at Frodo's expression. It was obvious that he was having a lot of fun with the messenger raven.
Morgan pondered for a moment and nodded: "Of course..."
"Forget it, I'll talk to Raven."
Morgan said as he put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up to look at Frodo: "Where is it?"
"Just in the hall, eating corn."
Frodo laughed immediately when he was asked about the raven.
As he said that, he immediately walked towards the hall.
Morgan followed, his mind immediately spinning at high speed.
He was present when Gandalf interrogated Gollum in the Woodland Kingdom last year.
I know that before Gulu was caught by Aragorn, he had just escaped from the orcs of Modo.
At that time, Modo should have already known that the Supreme Ring was in Bilbo's hands.
According to the plot in my memory, the Nazgul team sent by Sauron, the Great Demon King of Mordor, to search for the Supreme Lord of the Rings is probably already on its way to the Shire at this time, and will arrive soon.
I don’t know if Gandalf will leave temporarily to verify the authenticity of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.
In short, Morgan can't leave at this time.
Frodo will be the next ring bearer, and he must stay with him to make a breakthrough in the exploration progress of his system.
However, the weapons and equipment entrusted to Lonely Mountain Thorin Oakenshield to be forged are already ready.
If I want to escort Frodo next, I will face various dangers, and I will definitely need to get the equipment.
But how to get it without delaying your trip?
Soon, something seemed to come to Morgan's mind.
In the hall, the black raven was still almost full and was picking corn kernels from the dinner plate.
He didn't feel scared when he saw Morgan coming.
Morgan walked up to the raven and stretched out his hand. The raven naturally jumped onto Morgan's arm.
Morgan quickly spoke the news he wanted to bring to Lonely Mountain in Raven's ear.
The raven immediately jumped on the dinner plate and quickly pecked out the remaining corn kernels, then spread its wings and flew out of Bag End from the gate, quickly disappearing into the night sky.
Morgan and Frodo returned to the long table.
The four of them continued eating and chatting.
But it didn't last long.
Bilbo is getting very old and can no longer stay up late drinking with Morgan and Gandalf as he once did.
When the night begins to darken.
The four people in Bag End soon turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Early the next morning.
When Morgan woke up, it was already bright outside.
This night, Morgan slept well.
Running around in the wild for several months.
No matter how disciplined he was, he overslept today.
When they got up, Bilbo and Gandalf Frodo all three got up.
"Good morning Uncle Morgan..."
"Morning, Frodo..."
After Frodo said hello, he quickly walked outside carrying a big bag.
Today is Bilbo's one hundred and eleventh birthday celebration.
As Bilbo's adopted heir, Frodo will certainly be busy.
When Morgan finished washing and came to the kitchen.
Bilbo is preparing breakfast.
Gandalf was sitting at the table in the middle of the kitchen, smoking and drinking tea.
Seeing Morgan arriving, Bilbo immediately smiled and said, "Morgan, please sit down for a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."
Morgan nodded and sat down at the dining table. After pouring himself fragrant black tea, he took out his oak pipe, filled it with tobacco and started smoking.
The two of them were puffing away smoke and had not yet finished smoking a pack of cigarettes.
Bilbo brought out three full plates.
Fried eggs, fried sausages, mushroom soup, and good white bread.
"call..."
"Finally done."
Bilbo sat down at the dining table, took a long breath and smiled.
Morgan put away his pipe, took a big sip of the hot soup, cut half an omelette and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a few times and swallowing it, he looked at Bilbo and asked, "You're leaving after the birthday celebration?" "
"confirmed?"
Hearing Morgan's words, Bilbo couldn't help but pause for a moment with the knife and fork in his hand, and nodded: "Sure."
Bilbo put down his knife and fork as he spoke, looked at the two old friends in front of him and said, "Maybe it's because I'm old, I really want to see the mountains again."
"Then find a quiet place and finish the rest of my book."
"What about Frodo? Are you going to tell him?"
At this time, Gandalf answered, took a big sip of the black tea at hand, and continued: "He has begun to doubt you."
"certainly..."
Bilbo nodded and said immediately: "He is from the Baggins family, not a stupid kid from the Baochu family."
"Frodo loved you very much..."
Gandalf continued to speak.
As soon as the words fell, Bilbo fell silent. After a while, he nodded and said softly: "I know."
"As long as I ask, he will definitely follow me."
"But in my opinion, he must still love the Shire homeland deeply."
"Love the green trees, grass, streams, everything here..."
Bilbo said softly, looking towards the woods outside the window with complicated eyes.
"I'm old..."
Bilbo sighed and spoke, his eyes returning to the two old friends in front of him.
Gandalf is okay because he is a wizard.
But he was envious that Morgan was still so young.
But Bilbo knew that this envy would not come, so he continued: "I need a holiday, a long holiday."
"And I'm not planning to come back either..."
Bilbo shook his head softly and said with a lonely tone.
Listening to this made both Morgan and Gandalf feel a little uncomfortable.
Time has always been the most ruthless.
"Stop talking about this, Morgan, it has been many years, but you are still so young and you don't look like an ordinary human being?"
Bilbo changed his voice and immediately looked at Morgan and asked.
"Well..."
"I really don't know about this."
When Bilbo mentioned this, Morgan smiled and shook his head helplessly.
He was able to remain so young after sixty years. Apart from the system, he could not think of any other reason.
But there is no way to tell this to others.
"Morgan should have Dúnedain blood..."
Hearing Bilbo ask Morgan about this again, Gandalf immediately smiled and continued: "Black hair, far longer than the life span of other humans."
"It's only possible that he belongs to the Dúnedain."
"I just don't know if Morgan is a descendant of some prominent bloodline."
Gandalf cut a piece of sausage with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth. He looked at Morgan and continued to laugh: "Have you really forgotten your parents and don't you plan to investigate your identity?"
When the three of them got together in the past, they had talked about this matter many times.
Morgan also mentioned his physical parents to Gandalf and Bilbo.
[The Númenóreans: also known as the "Dúnedain" and the "Dúnedain", are the noblest human race in Middle-earth, and their life span is more than three times that of ordinary humans]
Morgan could only shake his head when he heard Gandalf's teasing.
There is very little memory of the original owner's parents in his body.
I just remember that I was raised by my mother.
The original owner's father was already dead when the original owner had memories.
Later, my mother died of illness.
The original owner lived in a local tavern to support himself.
"Wait, the original owner's father..."
Suddenly, Morgan's heart moved slightly: "In my memory, the original owner's father also seemed to have died of illness."
"Thinking about it this way, is it really possible that the original owner is the so-called Dúnedain?"
"After all, he himself doesn't know the specific reason why he can live so long without aging, and he is only suspicious of the system."
Thinking of this, Morgan frowned immediately.
This is not good news for him.
But now is not the time to think too much. Looking at the two gossiping people in front of him with great interest, Morgan smiled and shook his head: "It's not important anymore."
It sounds like Morgan doesn't want to talk more about this topic.
Gandalf and Bilbo were no longer mentioned.
“I haven’t fished for a long time.”
"Shall the three of us go fishing together after dinner?"
At this time, Bilbo, who was eating, suddenly looked up at the two old friends in front of him and said, "How is it?"
Gandalf was helpless: "Bilbo, today is your birthday celebration."
"The celebration is in the evening, it's still early."
Bilbo didn't care and looked at Morgan: "What do you think, Morgan?"
Morgan stopped his knife and fork and said, "Then let's go together."
“After we separate this time, I don’t know when we will fish together again next time.”
"that is..."
When Morgan finished speaking, Bilbo immediately became happy: "I'm so old, I don't even know if I'll have a chance next time."
"Let's go, I'm full..."
"..."
...
evening.
At that moment, the light group in the sky completely disappeared from the horizon.
The sky began to darken.
Not far from Bilbo's Bag End, there is a wide, open, green meadow.
Already the flickering lights were on.
Tents, banners, ribbons, music, dancing, dining tables, barrels, all kinds of food, and a lot of smiling hobbits.
Bilbo's birthday celebration begins.
Almost all the hobbit families in Hobbiton came to Bilbo's birthday party with their families.
The scene was full of jubilation.
Young hobbit boys and girls sang and danced to the music.
The elderly people were sitting at the dining table and started eating and drinking.
Morgan and Gandalf were sitting at one of the tables, drinking ale and eating dried fruits, chatting every sentence.
As for the host and birthday boy, Bilbo was sitting in front of the small stage in the square, with a large group of children surrounding him, listening to his adventure stories.
Time passed slowly.
At this time, several hobbits carried a huge cake into the birthday party.
Placed in the center of the venue.
Amid the blessings of everyone, Bilbo walked up to the stage in the square and began to deliver a speech.
Bilbo stood on the stage with a red face and kept saying something, and the hobbits below the square also cooperated and cheered.
The atmosphere was noisy and jubilant.
But it was in such a lively banquet hall.
As Bilbo spoke, he suddenly disappeared in the square in full view of everyone.
At this moment, Gandalf's eyes widened.
Morgan on the side laughed. Bilbo fooled everyone in the banquet hall just as he remembered in the plot.
At this time, noticing Morgan's strange expression, Gandalf turned his head and asked: "Morgan, you don't seem surprised by this?"
Morgan nodded: "Bilbo once performed in front of me."
Gandalf: "Then why didn't you mention it to me?"
Morgan: "You didn't even ask!"
...
Bag End.
When Bilbo opened the door and walked into the living room, he hummed a tune.
He was startled when he saw the two tall figures sitting in front of him.
"Do you think this move is very clever?"
Gandalf said unhappily.
Bilbo was extremely happy: "Didn't you see their expressions Gandalf?"
"Ha ha..."
"There are many magical rings in this world, but you can't use them casually..."
"I was just joking..."
Bilbo happily began to pack up his salute.
Gandalf kept saying something.
Bilbo sat on the bench and looked at the two bickering men, smoking their pipes leisurely.
Half an hour later.
Bilbo is gone.
In the living room, Morgan and Gandalf looked heavy, each sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette.
On the carpet not far in front of the two of them, a pure gold ring was lying there quietly.
At this time.
The door to Bag End was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"Bilbo..."
Frodo walked quickly into the living room, and the first thing he saw was the golden ring lying on the floor.
So, he naturally reached out and picked it up.
this moment.
Morgan and Gandalf's eyes widened.
