Rivendell.
Inside the exquisite and luxurious hall.
When the dwarf Groin placed a parcel of gray cloth in his hand.
Morgan felt the weight of the package and realized that it was the dragon scale armor he had asked Thorin Oakenshield and the others to forge ten years ago.
"Thank Thorin for me."
Morgan took the package, his eyes were slightly dazed, and he immediately reacted, looked at Groin in front of him, and said with a smile.
"To thank Thorin, you have to go to Erebor. You haven't been there for a while." Groin said directly.
"Of course, I will go and have a drink with you after I finish this busy period."
Morgan laughed in response, meeting an old friend which made him feel better.
We briefly reminisced about old times in the main hall.
Everyone quickly separated.
Because Lord Eldron has already ordered him to prepare for the banquet.
In the past few days, not only Groyin and Gimli, who represented Erebor of the Lonely Mountain, had come to Rivendell, but also several other important members from other forces had arrived one after another.
Rivendell has been getting a lot of guests recently.
Morgan Aragorn and several hobbits also arrived, so naturally a banquet was held.
There were a lot of people at this banquet.
In order to avoid being rude, Morgan, Aragorn and several little hobbits naturally needed to take a good bath first to remove the dust from their bodies.
It just so happened that there was still some time before the banquet started.
Gandalf has always had his own chamber in Rivendell.
Morgan has it now too.
The four little hobbits lived a little far from Morgan's house.
As for Aragorn, he has grown up in Rivendell since he was a child and has lived for decades, so he doesn't have to worry about where he lives.
Send away the elf attendants.
When I walked into this room that I had lived in many times.
There is a huge bathtub in the room, and mist is rising in the bathtub.
"Click..."
After closing the door, he casually placed the package containing Gro Yin's hand on the table.
Morgan stripped himself naked as quickly as possible and then walked into the tub.
When his whole body was soaked in the hot water, Morgan couldn't help but moan, it was so comfortable.
This journey escorted several hobbits from Hobbiton to Rivendell.
Although it looks majestic, it is not at a disadvantage when fighting against those terrifying ring spirits.
But only Morgan himself knew the danger involved and the fatigue accumulated in his body.
At this time, he was soaked in scalding hot water.
Morgan only felt that all the fatigue he had experienced during this period was dissipated in this bucket of hot water.
So, naturally, he lay down in the tub and fell asleep.
When Morgan opened his eyes again, the water in the tub had already cooled down.
But no one knocked on the door. It was obvious that not long time had passed and the party had not started yet, otherwise someone would have knocked on the door long ago.
Morgan slept very comfortably during this short sleep.
Of course, this comfort does not mean that the sleeping tub is comfortable.
After all, sleeping in a tub is not as good as sleeping in a bed.
This comfort refers to the fact that Morgan was able to let go of the constant vigilance he had in the wild in Rivendell.
Let your mind relax and your spirit relax.
Take a short nap in this comfortable state, and wake up naturally in a good state.
In the cold water of the tub, Morgan carefully scrubbed his entire body clean.
After getting out of the bathtub, he took out the spare clean clothes from the dimensional ring, a set of luxurious and exquisite light green robes.
This was prepared for Morgan before his departure by his daughter-in-law Tariel who was far away in the Woodland Kingdom.
After putting on her robe, Morgan walked to the table, looked at the gray package on the table, and reached out to untie it.
Soon, a piece of armor with exquisite shape, fine lines, and dark red scale-like armor appeared in front of him.
It's grand, heavy, noble, and equally eye-catching.
This was Morgan's first impression of the armor forged from the scales of the dragon Smaug.
very good!
When Morgan saw the armor in front of him for the first time, he immediately let go of his worries.
It has been ten years since the materials were given to Thorin Oakenshield.
The other party's commitment started from one year, to two years, to three years.
In the end, Morgan had almost given up hope and almost forgot about it.
Thorin Oakenshield gave him a surprise.
What a surprise. He had not expected it. After all, Thorin Oakenshield and Balin had explained to him that the forging of dragon scales was difficult.
But even Thorin and the others gave them a surprise.
Morgan was looking forward to it, but also a little worried.
The dragon scales were difficult to forge, and he was worried that the armor would look ugly.
But the crimson armor that appeared in front of him completely shattered Morgan's worries.
He was very satisfied with the shape and color of the armor.
The craftsmanship of the Lonely Mountain dwarves is indeed extraordinary.
Morgan reached out and touched it. The armor scales were cold, smooth, thick, and hard.
This kind of touch immediately reminded him of the hardest armor he had ever come into contact with so far: the armor on the Nazgul.
But Morgan felt that the dragon scale armor in front of him was obviously harder than the armor on the Nazgul.
This dragon scale pattern armor is a half-length armor, which means it can only be worn to the waist and abdomen.
But in addition to this half-armor, there are also two relatively small leg armors in the package (leg armor, as the name suggests, is tied to the legs).
And, there is a dagger, a dagger half a meter long with a handle and a blade, and a dark red blade.
This dagger was probably forged from the dragon horn he gave to Thorin Oakenshield.
Although there was only one handle, Morgan was already satisfied.
"very good..."
Morgan held the dark red dagger and played with it casually, feeling happy in his heart.
"Armor can have no name..."
"But this short sword is not good. After all, it is forged from the horn of the famous evil dragon Smaug in the north. It deserves a name after all..."
Morgan looked at the dagger and thought to himself.
At this time, a name suddenly appeared in his mind: "Dragon Slayer".
Sixty years ago, Morgan said he and Bard killed the dragon Smaug.
However, only Morgan knows.
Although he put in a lot of effort in that battle.
But by killing Smaug, he did take credit for Bard.
Although Bud doesn't think so.
But Morgan knew better.
Name this short sword "Dragon Slayer".
It can be regarded as a goal and a wish that Morgan has set for himself in his heart.
One day, he must kill a giant dragon with his own hands.
"Bang bang bang..."
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Who's knocking on the door..."
Morgan said casually, reaching out and quickly putting the dragon scale armor leg armor in front of him into the dimensional ring, and then inserted the dagger dragon slaying sword into the dagger scabbard at his waist.
"Bang bang bang..."
No one outside the door said anything, and the knocking on the door continued.
Morgan turned and walked towards the door, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
The only person who can be so rude is a friend.
"Click..."
Morgan opened the door and saw a short old man with white hair and wearing off-white clothes standing in front of him with a smile.
"Bilbo..."
Morgan made a sound of surprise, and immediately bowed slightly and hugged Bilbo.
Although he knew that Bilbo left the Shire and went to Rivendell.
But not long after Morgan hurried to Rivendell, the dwarf Groin brought dragon scale armor, and he really didn't think of Bilbo for a moment.
"Morgan, my friend..."
Bilbo let go of Morgan and said with a smile: "I got the news from the elves that you were here, so I came over to take a look..."
Bilbo smiled happily, with obvious wrinkles on his face, but he was in good spirits.
"Where are you living right now?"
Morgan asked Bilbo with a smile, and Bilbo immediately pointed to the side not far away: "It's the same room as before."
"That's great. We live as neighbors again, and we don't have to go far to call for help when we have a barbecue at night."
"Barbecue, I haven't had barbecue for a while..."
Bilbo spoke with a smile on his face. Although he was in good spirits, he was indeed old and his tone of voice had become a little weak. He was far different from the young Bilbo sixty years ago.
"It's not just me who's here this time, Gandalf is also here, and there are some others you won't be able to guess..."
Morgan smiled and said: "Wait for me, I'll pack up and come out..."
Then he turned around and entered the room, quickly picking up the clothes on the floor.
Morgan walked out of the room wearing shoulder-length short hair and an exquisite light green luxurious robe.
"Let's go visit old friends together..."
Morgan led Bilbo towards the road ahead and said, looking at his old friend beside him: "Bilbo, you must not have guessed who else came to Rivendell besides me and Gandalf?"
"Who else..."
Bilbo said and immediately smiled: "Wait, you have to let me think."
"Okay, you can think about it, but you won't be able to guess it anyway."
Morgan smiled calmly.
Among the many friends he came to this world to make friends with were wizards, dwarves, hobbits, elves, and humans.
Among them, the wizard Gandalf and the elves are excluded first.
Their lifespan is so long that there is no end in sight.
As for the dwarves, most of their life spans are between two hundred and three hundred years old, and a few dwarves can live to be more than three hundred years old.
Hobbits live between ninety and one hundred years.
The lifespan of an average human is about the same as that of a hobbit.
Due to different lifespans of different races, Morgan has already given away several friends.
First, there is Bard, the king of the Riverdale Gang and the dragon-slaying warrior;
Then there is Bader’s eldest daughter Snowge;
then Baan, son of Bard;
After sending away these three people in succession, Morgan finally understood some of the mentality of those long-lived races.
But even so, looking at Bilbo who is almost looking older and older beside him.
Morgan still had some complicated feelings in his heart.
Speaking of which, he is now over eighty years old.
When it was first passed through, this body was twenty-six years old. Adding the sixty years that followed, it was eighty-six years old.
An eighty-six-year-old human... Fortunately, he is different from ordinary humans.
Otherwise, even if he is immortal now, he will be too old to be ridiculous.
Thinking about it this way, it was indeed very courageous for Tariel to dare to fall in love with him.
...
"I see, it's Frodo, right?"
At this time, Bilbo's voice came from beside him: "You and Gandalf are both here. You will definitely not leave Frodo behind."
Bilbo looked at himself with a smile.
Morgan came back to his senses, nodded and smiled: "You guessed it right, Frodo is indeed here."
"But, there is someone else, and you know it..."
Morgan continued laughing.
Bilbo was stunned: "Is there anyone else, or someone I know?"
Bilbo: "You have to let me think..."
Morgan: "Of course."
Bilbo hesitated: "Is it possible that the people I know are Thorin Balin and others from Erebor?"
Morgan shook his head: "No, let me give you another hint. They are also from Shire."
"I know him from Charles..."
"How can you guess this? I know all the big families in Hobbiton."
Bilbo was confused by Morgan's prompting.
at this time.
"Frodo..."
A voice came from far away from the side.
Bilbo looked up and saw four hobbit figures of about the same size standing in the distance in front of him.
One of them was running towards him excitedly.
It was his adopted Frodo.
"Bilbo..."
Frodo rushed forward excitedly and hugged the white-haired Bilbo.
Bilbo patted Frodo on the shoulder with a kind smile, and couldn't help but said happily: "Frodo, my good boy..."
At this time, three hobbits, Sam and Meripipin, who were in the distance, also came over.
Bilbo and Frodo chatted briefly and then looked at Morgan and smiled: "Now I know."
"of course..."
Morgan smiled and said, "The three of them are standing in front of you."
"Let's go, it's almost time to start the party."
Morgan said, turning and walking forward, followed by Bilbo.
Frodo and Sam followed behind.
Speaking of which, Sam and Meri Pippin naturally knew Bilbo, the Hobbiton and even the richest man in the Shire.
However, just as they faced Morgan, they were also a little reserved when it came to the somewhat legendary Bilbo.
Apart from just saying hello to Bilbo, there was nothing more to say.
A group of people walked along the road.
Before he had gone far, he saw an elf coming from ahead.
Morgan is very familiar with Rivendell now and knows many elves, including this one.
After saying hello, I found that the other party was here to invite me and others to the banquet.
Follow the elf all the way through the Garden Fountain Loft.
Finally, we walked into a huge open-air garden.
The group of people walked into the garden and found that many people had gathered here.
Morgan taking Bilbo and four little hobbits into battle was no small feat.
Gandalf, who was chatting, saw Morgan's arrival and immediately saw Bilbo beside him. He quickly walked over and said with a smile: "Bilbo..."
"Gandalf..."
The two briefly hugged.
Gandalf let go of Bilbo, took two steps back, looked at Bilbo and smiled: "You look very good."
"Of course, no one is making noise here, which will affect my writing of the book..."
Bilbo said with a happy face.
"Bilbo..."
Suddenly, a rough voice came over.
The red-haired and red-bearded dwarf Groyin came forward with his son Gimli. Bilbo looked slightly stunned and immediately said excitedly: "Gluyin, you are Groyin."
"Of course it is me..."
Seeing that the once strong and brave little friend in front of him had turned gray-haired, Groin couldn't help but sigh: "Bilbo, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
It's been a long time indeed.
Ever since the Battle of the Five Armies sixty years ago, we have been separated from each other.
The two never met again.
Groin was not the only one who had never met Bilbo.
The former Lonely Mountain Expedition, except for Balin the Whitebeard, went to the Shire with Morgan to visit Bilbo more than twenty years ago.
None of the other dwarves visited Bilbo.
As for the lonely mountain with its high mountains and far away roads, Bilbo also never returned to the lonely mountain because of his age.
Compare the "real home" dwarves and Bilbo.
Morgan, who runs around, is very diligent.
at this time.
There was a sudden sound at the garden door.
Morgan turned his head and saw Lord Eldron walking in with "Lord of the Golden Flower" Glorfindel and a tall human man with long black hair.
