Frodo was angry, or rather, the young man felt a little ashamed. He does not mean any harm, but young people, who are full of vigor and pride at the age, will always feel a little overwhelmed and embarrassed when criticized by adults.
So he kept running, running across the creek, past fields planted with winter wheat and vegetable gardens, and plunged into Bangshui Town.
The people there were curious as to why the Baggins boy looked so angry. Old Gamgee outside the Ivy Tavern even said hello to him, but obviously Frodo didn't notice. He ran out of Bangshui Town like the wind.
By the time he reacted, he had passed through everything he knew and came to a three-way intersection. To the north are ponds and rivers, to the west is Dadong Town, and to the east is Wazetun.
However, Frodo thought for a while and did not choose any of these three directions. Instead, he crossed the fence and ran towards the green hill country in the south. Maybe he thought that only the still green mountains and countryside could make him feel relaxed and calm.
At that time, the sun was shining on the quiet and peaceful countryside, and occasionally one or two farmers could be seen. They were members of the Tuck family, and some were even related to Frodo.
So Frodo greeted them happily.
The people of the Tuke family were also surprised why a Baggins appeared here. They said: "Frodo, don't go too far. Sometimes there are wolves in the mountains. Even if there are not, some deer and foxes will sometimes let you Tough luck.”
At this time, Frodo would always try to speak in an adult tone: "Then my slingshot will be useful!"
Then he ran away.
Along the way, the rabbits under the bushes, the birds on the trees, and the bright sunshine really made Frodo feel happy, and he began to feel that he was making a little fuss.
Bilbo was only doing it for his own good, and he knew it. He had a clear understanding of the dangers of orcs from Bilbo's books and the old people's idle conversations. only……
"He should not treat me like a child," said Frodo. "I know more about adventures in the wild than they give me credit for, after all I am a Baggins!"
At this time, he had arrived at the mountains south of Green Hill Countryside.
Looking at the majestic mountains near the Shire and the cold wind whistling in the mountains. Frodo hesitated. He didn't want to take a reckless risk because of some 'ridiculous' dispute with an adult. He's not Tuke.
The warnings from those farmers before came to mind.
Frodo began to think this was silly. So he changed direction and no longer walked towards the mountains. Instead, he followed the shadow of the mountains and turned eastward, preparing to visit the end of the forest.
The road to the east was fairly smooth. Frodo's bare feet were walking in the peaceful wilderness of the Shire, and his mood continued to rise.
He walked and walked until the sun set and his legs became weak, only to realize that his destination was much farther than he thought. He was tired and hungry, and the excitement of the morning had completely disappeared. At this moment, he only thought about a table of delicious food and warm tea waiting for him. In addition, he began to miss the warm bed in Bag End.
But the feeling in his heart was supporting Frodo. He felt that it would be too embarrassing to just turn around and go back. He held on and continued to move forward.
"If you don't count Bilbo's adventure, I have gone further than him." Frodo thought, using this to comfort himself: "Maybe when we go back, Bilbo and Gandalf will not be together again." I feel like I don’t know anything about the wild anymore.”
Thinking this way, Frodo did feel a little inspired. Finally, when he climbed over a small low hill, a green forest suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Linweidi!"
Frodo shouted excitedly, feeling that all the fatigue in his body disappeared at this moment, and his strength returned to his body.
He sprinted down the hill, as excited as when he set out from Hobbiton.
By this time, the sun had almost completely set. The last touch of orange light illuminated the tall trees at the end of the forest like a golden ocean, swaying in the cold winter wind with waves.
Frodo only felt that this adventure was worthwhile. He opened his arms and let the wind blow by his ears, laughing and dancing.
However, when the sun in the west completely disappeared above the horizon, a coldness suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth in Arda. Some kind of power began to spread, making people shiver.
"It doesn't matter. The Forest Hall is at the eastern end of the forest. I can go there to rest." Frodo was cold and hungry, and began to think about the consequences. "I remember one of old Took's grandsons lived there, and I'm sure he wouldn't turn away a poor Baggins."
With this thought in mind, Frodo began to walk towards the east of the forest end with steps that seemed to be filled with lead.
The sky was getting darker, and Varda's star began to twinkle. The icy wind kept blowing across Frodo's neck and big feet, and the tired birds in the woods also returned to their nests one after another, and the world became silent.
At this time, Frodo was cold, hungry, and extremely tired. He was walking on a path in the countryside, with the end of the forest on his right. At this time, he had completely regretted that he had just left. He became angry and ran away from home.
He thought: "It is true that only people from the Took family can do such stupid things, but unfortunately, I have part of the blood of the old Took family. So, yes, I am the biggest fool."
Sudden.
Some instinct of life made Frodo's heart skip a beat. He quickly looked at the road to the east. At the end of the winding road, the dull sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly.
The trees on both sides seemed to have turned into eerie mountain spirits and ghosts, and the end of the winding road turned into a terrifying big mouth, swallowing everything. The sound of horse hooves is a life-threatening curse.
At that moment Frodo felt a sudden desire to hide himself from the rider.
And he did.
He quickly ran to the left, jumped into a small cave not far from the road, and lay down on the ground. In fact, this move later proved to be a wise one.
In the quiet evening, a dull sound of horse hooves came closer and closer. A large tree shaded the road, and he dove into the thick grass behind it in time, then raised his head and peered carefully from behind a thick root.
Four black horses turned the corner and charged this way. This was not a Hobbit pony, but a tall and well-built horse. Or rather, something like a horse.
Because normal horses don't have flames coming out of their eyes. Frodo just glanced at it and was frightened by the terrible scene.
I saw some tall people riding horses, seemingly sitting on the saddle with their waist hunched over. They were wrapped in a large black cloak with a hood, only a pair of boots standing on high stirrups were exposed.
They are the Nazgûl (Nazgul), monsters that wander between life, death, and shadow. Driven by Sauron, they come to the Hobbit's homeland to search for his ring.
Frodo felt an unspeakable terror coming from these black knights. His face suddenly turned pale and he couldn't help but tremble.
This alarmed these black knights who feed on fear. The leading knight suddenly stopped his mount and looked in the direction of Frodo with his empty face.
Frodo's heart was suddenly grasped tightly by some force. He opened his mouth in horror, unable to say a word.
The leader of the black knight rode his horse to the foot of the tree, and stopped when he was level with Frodo. The figure on the horse sat motionless, with his head lowered, as if listening. There was a sound coming from under the hood, like someone sniffing for some elusive scent.
Frodo didn't even dare to breathe out, his face turned red from holding back.
He thought he heard someone dismounting, which heightened his fear. Frodo only felt that the shadows around him suddenly surged over, suffocating him.
at this time.
"Hey hey dong! Happy dong! Ring ding ding dong!"
Ring ding dong! Dance ding dong! The willow tree is tinkling!
Tom bang! Happy bang! Bombadil Bang! "
A weird song with random, arbitrary and meaningless lyrics broke the gloomy atmosphere. These black knights immediately turned around and let out hoarse and sharp screams.
Frodo only felt that countless sharp needles were stuffed into his head, which was swollen and painful. He held his head and rolled pitifully on the ground.
The only good thing is that he didn't make any sound, which was a blessing among misfortunes.
Moreover, the black knights couldn't care about him at the moment. All of them drew out the black swords at their waists and stared at the way they came, as if facing a formidable enemy. The black knight who had dismounted earlier even hurriedly mounted his mount, spinning in circles uneasily.
After a long list of gibberish (or words that sounded like gibberish), a loud and clear voice suddenly rose up and sang such a song:
"Hey hey dong! Happy dong!
The breeze blows gently, and the birds fly gently,
The sun is setting in the west, and night shadows are coming,
Guests from far away, the door is open for you!
There is delicious food and delicious drinks here,
There is only one thing, the land of Shire does not welcome black people!
This is the agreement between Tom Bombadil and the Silver King. "
Then a bright light suddenly bloomed from the east, illuminating the path from the end of the forest to the forest hall like daylight! There is a figure in the light. He is short but very tall. He stood like a god at the end of the road.
The black knights' eyes were stung by this light that represented hope. Their dark faces let out extremely harsh screams, as if they were afraid and angry.
Frodo felt as if his head was about to burst.
The leading black knight tried to send out a bursting fireball, but was dismissed by the figure in the light with a wave of his hand.
"Go away."
The figure said, his voice no longer cheerful, replaced by a roar, like thunder in the sky: "Minions of darkness! You are not welcome here! Leave forever, and you are not allowed to come back again."
The Black Knights were shocked.
Their dark power has almost no power here in the figure in the light, and the master behind them really did not expect that there is such a number one figure in the north.
So, the four black knights turned their horses and fled north in embarrassment.
When the shadow completely left, the figure in the light revealed his true form. It was a stocky old man, wearing a tall old hat with a long blue feather on it. He wore big bright yellow boots on his thick legs, a blue coat, and a long brown beard. The eyes are blue and bright, and the cheeks are as red as ripe apples, but they are wrinkled with hundreds of smile lines.
The mysterious man is Tom Bombadil. He walked to where Frodo was hiding, bent down, and looked at Frodo, his blue eyes showing curiosity and worry.
"Well, a hobbit." He put his hand on Frodo's forehead and whispered a few obscure spells.
Frodo felt a warmth coming from the old man's hand, and his splitting headache suddenly felt much better. He got up from the ground and bowed deeply to Tom Bombadil: "Thank you for your rescue. I almost thought I was going to die!"
Tom Bombadil laughed immediately. He likes polite people.
"Who are you? I mean: it would be unwise to run into the wild at this time. Hobbit, are you lost?"
Frodo straightened up and saw that his face was still very pale, but his energy was much better than before: "I am Frodo Baggins, and I live in Hobbiton. If you have heard of that, then You must know that we are all kind and hospitable people. As for me." He sighed: "I'm just a poor idiot who ran out of the house in anger for some ridiculous reason and almost lost his life."
Tom Bombadil was even happier. He said: "It was indeed unlucky to meet the Black Knight, but now it's better. You are safe. Those evil minions were driven away by Tom. I hope they will not stop in the Shire again." . But, to be honest, I doubt that." Tom sighed.
Frodo was shocked and frightened to hear that those monsters might still be lingering in the wild. "What are they?" he asked. "And who are you?"
Tom Bombadil let out a loud laugh, took off his hat, blinked his bright blue eyes, and said: "As you can see, I am Tom Bombadil. Maybe you listen Maybe not my name, but I am who I am, and I am Tom Bombadil."
Frodo opened his mouth in surprise.
This name is indeed mentioned in the legend of the Hobbit. It is rumored that he is the master of the Old Wood. People over there in Buckland sometimes see him near the Old Wood, but Frodo always thought it was just a legend. .
"As for those guys on horseback." Tom Bombadil glanced at him and said, "They are just some evil guys. They were ordered to come to the north to find something. Maybe you have seen it. But those are not important now. You need warm fireplaces and delicious food more. Their screams are the roars of the dead. Although they have been dispersed, the shadows are still lingering in your heart."
Tom Bombadil's blue eyes seemed to see through everything. He said: "Maybe there is everything you need in the Forest Hall. It is not far from the Hobbit village. Do you want to go there?"
Frodo nodded blankly.
