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Finally, Turka and Bilbo met the dwarves at a place called Cal Rock.
This is an island in the middle of the Anduin River. The top is flat, and there is a stone step carved on the rock wall that leads directly to the river beach below. There is also a clean small cave next to the bottom of the stone step.
The surrounding river water is shallow and clear, and the river beach is covered with pebbles. Therefore, it is an important crossing point through the great river Anduin.
This is the farthest place that the eagle can reach.
The big eagles landed one after another and placed the dwarves on the top of the rock.
The Eagle King said: "The Silver King will meet you here. The Holy Spirit Nahar has noticed us, and they will arrive here soon."
"Bye now."
The eagles all shouted, "No matter where you go, I hope you can return to your nest safely at the end of your journey!"
These are the best wishes from the Eagles when they say goodbye to each other.
Just like Gandalf's parting words, he also wished that the strong wind under their wings would take them wherever they wanted to go.
Then they parted.
Later, in order to thank the eagle for its rescue, Thorin ordered people to use gold to forge a crown and a golden collar for the eagle king and his fifteen leaders. If you see some eagles with gold in the sky, then It was the Eagle King and his fifteen men.
When Turka and the others arrived, they happened to see the heroic figure of the big eagle flying high.
They let out a long chirp to say goodbye.
"Gandalf!"
Bilbo first looked at the big eagle in the sky in amazement, and then saw the wizard standing on Carr Rock looking into the distance from a distance, and couldn't help but cheered with joy.
When Gandalf saw the Hobbits returning intact with Turka, he couldn't help but smile. His long snow-white eyebrows twitched: "Ha, Hobbits! You are such an amazing race. I am so excited." I thought you were lost in the orc dungeon, but you suddenly reappeared in front of me like a magic trick. Well, I have to say, this really surprised me."
Nahal's golden horse's hooves stepped heavily on the thin pebbles and stopped.
The dwarves were also very surprised to see Master Baggins really coming back.
"Welcome, Master Baggins," Balin said. "May this journey not frighten you."
Filikili and Bofur also expressed their welcome.
Others were sitting feebly on the cold rocks, looking tired. They were trapped in the cave for a day and a night, and experienced a thrilling battle. They were hungry and tired, and their good mood was washed away.
Thorin said: "Now is not the time to celebrate! We have lost our horses, we have lost our supplies, everyone is tired and hungry, and the shadow of the Lonely Mountain has not yet been seen! Turin Day is imminent, and we have no time here There’s a celebration party!”
Balin, Filikili, and Bofur immediately shut their mouths.
Turka and the wizard looked at each other, and both saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.
"I do know someone nearby. Maybe we can get some help from him." The wizard seemed confident, as if no problem could trouble him: "Even the stone steps on this big rock were carved out by him. He is Beorn, a good man who is very hospitable."
The dwarves had never heard of this name, but that didn't stop them from being happy to hear that there was a place where they could get food and rest.
So they jumped up one after another and said loudly: "Then what are we waiting for?"
Hearing this familiar name, Turka's eyes flashed with understanding, but he didn't say anything.
In fact, Beorn is not a simple good person.
He was a skin-changer, sometimes he was a big black bear, sometimes he was a strong black-haired man with thick arms and a thick beard.
Some say he is a descendant of the ancient bears who lived in the mountains before the arrival of giants; others say that he lived here before Smaug or other dragons came here, before orcs came from the north to the Misty Mountains. Descendants of the human ancestors here.
But no matter which one, it is enough to prove that Beorn is not a simple good guy.
After all, being able to survive the persecution of dragons and orcs requires more than just good intentions.
Turka had not dealt with him during his travels, but that did not prevent him from understanding this human being who was more like a druid. The most important reason why there was no objection was that Beorn was a friend of the brown-robed Radagast.
If you can make friends with a wizard, at least you're not a complete bad guy.
And that's enough.
In this way, the dwarves and hobbits continued on their way.
Sometimes they climbed up the slope with difficulty, and sometimes walked into the valley with heavy steps. They were tired, hungry, and almost exhausted.
It got very hot and sometimes they would rest under a tree, and Bilbo would regret it very much.
I regret why I came down from the Holy Spirit so early.
Seeing the scorching sun beating down on them, making the big guys wilted from the heat, but the silver-white king was riding leisurely and leisurely on the Holy Spirit's generous and comfortable back, Bilbo couldn't help but curse himself in his heart.
"Idiot Bilbo, you were the first Hobbit to ride on the Holy Spirit, but you foolishly got off it! Now, your feet are all broken!"
But soon, everyone was urged by Thorin to get up and move forward again.
Our Master Baggins could only follow the big guys to a certain place while absentmindedly reaching out to play with the ring in his pocket.
Although the Silver King asked him to decide whether to tell the wizard about the ring, Bilbo somehow didn't want others to know.
this is mine.
In Bilbo's heart, a voice kept whispering and confusing him. Sometimes Bilbo himself was in a daze, wondering if this was his illusion.
Finally, it was not until the afternoon, almost into the evening, that they noticed that there were large tracts of flowers nearby, all of the same kind of flowers growing together, as if they were artificially planted.
A buzzing sound can be heard in the air, that is bees are busy around.
Bilbo had never seen so many bees. He felt that if one of them stung him, he would be swollen like a pig's head!
Because these bees are much bigger than a dwarf's thumb, the yellow stripes on their dark black bodies sparkle like gold.
"We are not far from him," said Gandalf. "We have come to his apiary."
This is indeed good news. This made the dwarves and Bilbo, who were almost paralyzed from exhaustion, a little more energetic. They all said: "Please hurry up and lead the way, we are almost starving to death."
In fact, Turka could already see a tall and wide manor a kilometer away from them.
It's the oddity of having a big garden and a lot of low wooden buildings, some built of rough logs with thatched roofs - these are barns, stables, stables.
On the south side of the interior of the large hedge lay rows of beehives with bell-shaped thatched roofs. Huge wild bees were flying around, working busily and orderly.
In the center of the yard stood the trunk of a large oak tree, with many branches cut from it beside it.
A huge wooden house is located here.
Standing next to the tree was a huge man with thick beard and hair, with muscles on his exposed arms and legs. He wore a woolen coat that reached to his knees, and his hand rested on a large axe. Several horses stood around him, nuzzling his shoulders.
"Oh! They are coming!" he said to the horses. "They don't look dangerous. On the contrary, they look hungry and embarrassed. The leaders are the Silver King and another wizard! We don't know it, but Tur Even I have heard of Ca Aracano’s reputation! They are not bad people!”
As he said this, he put down his ax and walked to the gate to wait.
When the dwarfs came closer, he shouted: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"I am Gandalf." The wizard stepped out from the crowd and introduced himself. He seemed very polite: "Perhaps you have heard of me. I also have a brother, he is Brown Robe Radagast. He lives on the southern border of Mirkwood."
The big man smiled suddenly, walked out, and said enthusiastically: "If you are talking about him, then I do know him. As a wizard, I think he is pretty good. I have seen him occasionally before."
"Then you must have met the remaining Turka Aracano and the dwarves." Gandalf immediately climbed up the ladder: "This is Thorin Oakenshield! These are his cousins, They were going to the Iron Hills to visit their relatives. You know, the dwarves are always scattered in all corners of the world. But this is a hobbit, a good man, our companion."
"Of course I've heard of the Silver King." Beorn bowed his head very respectfully, not like a simple wild man. "It is an honor to host such a distinguished guest," he said.
So Turka jumped down from the Holy Spirit and returned the salute.
At this time, everyone discovered that this big man was almost as tall as the Silver King, and he was also "long".
"As for Oaken Shield." Beorn frowned: "I don't like dwarves." This made the dwarves instantly change their expressions, and several of them couldn't help but hold on to their axes, hammers, and swords.
"They are greedy and blind, looking down on inferior creatures in their eyes." Beorn stared at them, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes: "Stupid and stubborn, they cannot see the difference between ourselves and the enemy."
Thorin Oakenshield immediately felt a strong anger in his heart. He glared and held Orcrest in his stubby fingers.
"Don't be stupid, Thorin." The wizard scolded the dwarf king and his cousin: "We are here to ask for help, don't forget this."
"calm."
Turka spoke, and he used a little magic voice to calm everyone at once: "There are no enemies here."
"Ah. Yes, yes." Beorn shook his head, shook the majestic voice out of his head, and looked at the silver-white king with even more awe. "If the dwarves can abide by the rules of guests, then the skin-changers will naturally entertain them warmly! Yes, that's it."
The anger in Thorin's eyes cleared. He thought for a moment and loosened his fingers.
