Until the end of his life, Bilbo could not remember how he did all the following: he signed his name in an inexplicable way, put on his coat, did not wear a hat, did not bring a cane, did not bring any money, and did not bring any ordinary things when going out. Something to bring.
I just randomly stuffed two pieces of clothing, wrapped them in a small bag, and ran out of the house like a whirlwind.
ah.
He ran so fast, like an excited deer, that he ran through the streets, past the big mill, and across the river, startling the whole Hobbiton.
Someone shouted: Bilbo, what are you going to do?
Bilbo Baggins's face showed unprecedented excitement and happiness.
His heart seemed to fly, and he felt that everything was so joyful. He found the mood and gratitude he felt when he ran alone to the Grain Packing Forest to find the elves. He said loudly: I am going to take an adventure.
Then he quickly ran out of the lovely, peaceful, and always slow Hobbiton.
The people in Hobbiton looked at each other and shook their heads.
Poor Bilbo.
They said: His madness has struck again.
But our Mr. Baggins was long gone by now. He ran for more than a mile in excitement.
When he was out of breath, he finally reached the waterside road when the clock struck eleven, and then he realized that he didn't even bring a handkerchief!
At this time, everyone else also emerged from the Green Dragon Hotel. One by one, they were holding the pony or saluting while grooming the horse's back.
They brought a lot of things with them, and each pony carried a variety of luggage, packages, and various paraphernalia.
There was also a very short pony, evidently reserved for Bilbo.
"You are almost late!" Thorin said, with the word "unhappy" clearly written on his stern face: "Master Baggins! We thought you wouldn't come."
"I'm really sorry," said Bilbo, "but I forgot my hat, I left my handkerchief at home, and I don't even have a dime on me. To be precise, I didn't see it until ten forty-five. It’s your message.”
He stretched his head and looked around again and again, as if he was looking for something. One, two, three, well, all dwarves.
Keep the change, please.
Balin jumped out from the corner and mounted a sturdy pony: "He's not here."
He lowered his body, raised his head, and whispered in Bilbo's ear like a cute little old man: "Do you think, if people find out, ah, that the Silver King is here, do you think our adventure can still be successful? "
Bilbo's thoughts were revealed by the wise old dwarf, and he seemed a little embarrassed.
He said, "No, I didn't mean that. I was just curious, where is the wizard?"
The dwarves all laughed.
"He's waiting for us in front." Bofur was the friendlier to Bilbo among the dwarves. Perhaps he was embarrassed for scaring him last night. Bofur smiled and explained to Bilbo: "The man we talked to Together."
He blinked with a look that said you know who I'm talking about.
Dwalin also said, "You have to do without handkerchiefs and many other things on this journey. As for hats! I have an extra set of cloaks and hoods in my luggage."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Thorin said: "If there is no problem, Hobbits, it is time for us to set off."
Facing the hat and cloak thrown by Dwalin, who, like Thorin, always had a straight face, Bilbo seemed a little at a loss. Coupled with Thorin's scrutinizing eyes, he hurriedly raised the contract. , said: "I signed the contract, here it is."
Balin was the auditor and chief steward among the dwarves. He finally took a look and nodded to Thorin.
In this way, Bilbo Baggins officially became a member of the adventuring party.
One fine morning before May, they slowly set out on their journey together, riding on their ponies loaded with luggage.
Bilbo wore a dark green hood (somewhat worn) and a dark green cloak borrowed from Dwalin. Both items were too big for him, making him look rather comical.
However, Bilbo didn't dare to say it because he was afraid that the dwarves would dislike him for not being able to suffer even a little bit.
At first they passed through the land of the Hobbits. They went all the way east, passing through the countryside and rivers. There were green lands and plains everywhere. The residents here were upright and decent people. The roads were smooth and dotted with One or two inns, and occasionally you will meet a dwarf or farmer who is walking calmly.
The peace and singing of the Shire are almost the most enchanting in Middle-earth.
It wasn't until they passed Bree and began to enter the wilderness that they could no longer see people and the road became dangerous. Bilbo finally saw the wizard and the Silver King ahead.
They rode horses and walked slowly and leisurely on the road.
More like a trip than an adventure.
"You guys are so laid-back." Thorin caught up with the two people in front of him and said loudly with a somewhat unhappy tone. "But you left me with this gentle hobbit who was as weak as a ball of dough. He complained more than once on the road that he was allergic to horse hair, which made my head explode."
The two burst into laughter at the same time.
Gandalf turned back and said: "Maybe you should be more patient, Thorin. He is just a little guy who is traveling far away for the first time. It is certain that he will not get used to it, but believe me, he will eventually impress you."
The silver-white king wears a long gray cloak, his face is hidden in the shadow of the hood, and the Holy Spirit under his crotch is as white as silver.
"Bilbo Baggins, I'm glad you finally chose to take the difficult step. I hope your journey is worthwhile and you have a wonderful journey!"
He said gently to the hobbit who followed him: "When you go back, you will have your own legend."
"Can you guarantee that I can go back?"
Bilbo, who had suffered a lot along the way, said gloomily, completely losing the joy and excitement he felt when going out. He sat stiffly on a pony, his nose extremely red due to allergies to horse hair.
Looking at this little guy, who was not as tall as Nahal even if he was riding a horse, a smile appeared on Turka's lips.
"Don't worry, you will live a long life (note)." He said: "Maybe I will also attend your record-breaking birthday celebration."
"That is really a day worth looking forward to." Bilbo suddenly became happy: "Old Tuc is the longest living among us, 130 years old. If I want to break his record, then I have to work hard. Live for 80 years! Oh, my lord, you suddenly made me full of confidence in the future."
"Then maybe we can catch up with you for your birthday party." The dwarf also came forward laughing, making good-natured jokes.
Naturally, Bilbo also hummed and laughed with everyone.
So, the journey suddenly became interesting again.
They told stories and sang songs all the way, only briefly interrupted when they stopped to eat.
At this time, the wizard and the silver-white king always looked at them with smiles, seeming to appreciate the vitality and bravery of these little guys.
Only in the dead of night, Turka and the wizard would discuss something quietly by the fire or in the shadows.
Sometimes you can see them worried, and sometimes you can see smiles on their faces. Occasionally you can even see the Silver King, the Wizard, and the Dwarf King sitting together, quietly taking turns singing some very beautiful songs.
There are elves and dwarves.
This makes Bilbo even begin to slowly feel that taking risks is not so bad after all.
special.
Along the way, Bilbo kept looking at the holy horse with curious eyes, and several times he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.
ah.
After being out for a week, the hobbit became bolder. In the past, Bilbo had never imagined that he would have such a disrespectful thought.
However, every time he couldn't suppress the 'evil' thoughts in his heart, the Holy Spirit would always notice his little thoughts immediately, and his big black eyes would immediately stare over, scaring Bilbo to death.
In fact, he was not the only one, many dwarves also respected and longed for the Holy Spirit.
"That's the legendary Holy Spirit." Brothers Qili and Fili are always talking secretly: "If we touch it, will it bring good luck?"
Whenever this happens, Bahrain will hit them on the head hard - he is the king's cousin and their elder, so he will teach them without mercy.
"May Turin burn all your beards." He said: "How can you have such an idea! That is a real adult, not a mascot! He has existed longer than the history of the dwarves. , when his shadow was galloping wildly across Middle-earth, the sun and moon hadn’t even appeared yet!”
At this time, Bilbo would always prick up his ears with interest, pretending not to care and eavesdropping.
His thoughts would always follow the old dwarf's sincere voice, slowly flying, as if he had returned to those fascinating prehistoric years, running and wandering on the Middle-earth continent with those sacred shadows, exploring the vitality. The vigorous earth.
certainly.
What happens along the way is not always good.
Several times, when Bilbo woke up in the middle of the night, he would always find that the majestic figure and the holy Holy Spirit were missing. Only the wizard and the dwarf king were left muttering quietly beside the campfire.
According to the dwarves, the silver-white king took advantage of the night and rode the magical Holy Spirit back to Annuminas as fast as he could. Something bad is happening there, something very serious is happening, and the Northern Kingdom needs its king to return to care for and protect it.
At this time, Bilbo would realize that he was indeed no longer a safe home in Bag End, and that the process of history was before him.
The reason why I and many ordinary Shire residents cannot feel it is because these dangers and shadows from the waves of history have been resisted by the great silver kings and wizards, and even big figures like the dwarf king. Only then did they have a happy and comfortable pastoral life.
Thinking like this, Bilbo quickly fell asleep again.
Note: The lifespan of hobbits is generally between 100 and 120 years old, but there are also longer-lived hobbits who can live to 130 years old, such as the famous Old Took in history. Turka here only describes Bilbo's health and longevity.
