There was a Hobbit living in an underground cave. This was not the kind of cave that was dirty, smelly, wet, full of worms, and filled with the smell of decay. However, it was not a boring cave with empty sand, no life, and no furniture. It was a Hobbit cave, and a synonym for comfort.
The cave had a round, green-painted door that looked like a porthole, with a shiny yellow doorknob in the middle. After the door opened, it was a living room that looked like a tunnel. It was a comfortable smoke-free living room with carefully decorated walls, carpeted floors and tiled floors, and many polished chairs. Since Hobbits loved visitors, there were many coat racks. The tunnel continued to extend, winding deep into the hill, which people for miles around called the Hill, and which was covered in small round doors in all directions. Hobbits don't climb stairs: bedroom, bathroom, wine cellar, pantry (tons of them!)）、The changing room (he had an entire room for clothes), the kitchen, and the dining room were all on the same floor and in the same corridor. The best rooms were all on the left (even if they kept going in), because only the rooms in this direction had windows. These round windows overlooked his beautiful garden and the green grass that stretched all the way to the river.
This hobbit was quite wealthy, and his surname was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in this part of the hill since time immemorial, and the neighbors respected them; It was not only because most of them were very rich, but also because they never took risks and would not do anything unexpected: You could have anticipated the Bagginses 'answers before you asked them any questions. There was no need to waste your energy. This story was about how a Baggins accidentally got involved in an adventure and did and said many unexpected things. He might have lost the respect of his neighbors, but at least he had gained-never mind! In the end, you will know what he has obtained.
About our Hobbit mother-yes, what exactly is a Hobbit? I think it is necessary to describe the hobbit more now; Because they have become rare and are more afraid of us (this is how they call us). They were a rather short race, about half our height, and shorter than the bearded dwarves, who do not have beards. They have no magic power (or only a little), and only when we, the big, clumsy guys, approach them like elephants will they disappear into thin air. They usually had a lot of fat on their stomachs, liked to wear bright clothes (mostly green and yellow), and did not wear shoes because their small feet would grow natural pads, and they would also have curly hair that was as thick as their hair. Hobbits had dexterous brown fingers, a cheerful face, and a hearty smile (especially after dinner, laughter was one of the necessary programs; And as long as they had the chance, they would usually have two dinners a day). Now, you probably have a rough understanding of them. As I said earlier, this Bilbo Baggins 'mother is the famous Belladona Tucker, one of the three outstanding daughters of Lord Tucker the Old. Old Tucker was the leader of the Hobbits who lived by the "river", which was a small river that bypassed the foot of the hill. It was often said that the ancestors of the Tucker Family must have married a woman who was a genius. Of course, the credibility of this was not high. However, their family was indeed a little different. Occasionally, some members would leave home and go on adventures. They would disappear mysteriously, and the family would keep their mouths shut and not reveal anything. Because of this, although the Tucker family was richer, everyone still respected the Baggins family.
Of course, after Belladona became Bongo Baggins 'wife, she did not do anything surprising. Bongo, Bilbo's father, was very protective of his wife, and built her (partly of her fortune) the most luxurious burrows near the hills and along the river. However, although her only son, Birbo, looked as honest and reliable as his father, he might have inherited the strange bloodline of the Tucker family and was just waiting for the right time to explode. It was not until Birbo reached adulthood, even when he was about fifty years old, that the time had not come. During this period of time, he lived peacefully in the cave left behind by his father. It could be said that he was at peace with the world.
However, a wonderful opportunity suddenly appeared. At that time, the world was greener and less noisy than it was now, and the Hobbits were still thriving.
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Bilbo Baggins had just finished his breakfast and was standing in the doorway smoking a very long pipe, so long that it almost touched his freshly groomed feet, when Gandalf appeared. Speaking of Gandalf! If you know half as much about him as I do, and the stories I have heard are but a drop in the ocean, you can expect the most wonderful things to happen. Wherever he went, adventures and legends would pop up like bamboo shoots after the rain, and they would happen in the most unexpected form. He hadn't been to the hill for many years. Ever since his good friend Old Tucker passed away, he had disappeared without a trace. Everyone had almost forgotten what he looked like. When they were children, Gandalf had been busy over the hills and the river.
However, what the innocent Birbo saw that morning was only an old man holding a walking stick. He wore a blue pointed hat, a gray cloak, and a silver scarf. His white beard reached his waist, and he wore heavy black boots.
"Good morning!" said Birbo sincerely. The sun was warm, and the grass was incomparably green. Gandalf, however, raised his long, bushy eyebrows at him.
"What do you mean?" Gandalf said,"Are you going to ask me how I am in the morning, or that the weather is always good no matter what I do? Or do you think this morning is good, or is it a morning that should be in a good mood?”
"You're right!" "And it's perfect for a pipe outside, too," said Bilbo. If you have a pipe with you, you may sit beside me and use my tobacco! There was nothing to be anxious about! There was still a whole day to go!”As soon as he finished speaking, Birbo sat down on the stool by the door, crossed his legs, and blew out a beautiful gray smoke ring. The ring of smoke was as good as new, and it floated over the top of the hill.
"So beautiful!" Gandaph said," It's a pity that I don't have time to blow smoke rings here this morning. I was looking for someone to join me in a future adventure, but I can't find any companions here!”
"In this area? Of course! We are ordinary people who live honestly. We don't need to take any risks. This was a very troublesome and uncomfortable thing. It would make you miss dinner! I really don't understand. What's so fun about taking risks?”Birbo stuck his thumb into his belt and blew out another bigger ring of smoke. Then, he took out the letter he had received in the morning and began to recite it, pretending that he had no time to pay attention to the old man. He had already made up his mind that this guy didn't get along with him and hoped that he would leave as soon as possible. But the old man still did not intend to leave. He leaned on his crutch and looked at the hobbit in front of him without saying a word until Bilbo felt that something was wrong and even a little unhappy.
"Good morning!" "Thank you for your kindness, but we don't need any risks here! You can go to the other side of the hill or near the river to ask around.”The meaning of his words was to ask the other party to get lost and stop being annoying.
"Your good morning is really useful!”Gandalf said,"This time you mean to tell me to get lost. If I don't go, it won't be good in the morning, right?”
"Dear sir, I didn't mean that! Let me think. I don't think I know you, do I?”
"No, you have this intention, you have this intention! My dear sir, I know your name, Mr. Bilbo Baggins, and you should know mine, except that you cannot associate me with it. I am Gandalf, Gandalf is me! I didn't expect Belladona's son to talk to me like that one day, as if I were a button salesman!”
"Gandalf, Gandalf-oh my God! Are you the one who gave Old Tucker a pair of magic diamond rings? The diamond rings would never fall off unless they received orders from their master! I still remember this guy. He would tell many wonderful stories at the banquet. There were evil dragons, beastmen, giants, and the story of the lucky widow's son saving the princess! Not to mention that this guy could also make amazing fireworks! I still remember that magnificent fireworks display! Old Tucker would release them on the night of the summer solstice! I'll never forget it! They would fly into the sky like fireworks and hang in the sky all night like a castle in the air! I still remember lotuses, dragonbeaks, and golden-chained flowers hanging in the sky..."As you may have noticed, Mr. Baggins was not as dull as he thought, and he liked flowers. "Oh my god! Good heavens!" He continued excitedly,"This Gandalf has also influenced many quiet boys and girls to dream of adventures! Some of them climbed the trees to find the elves, while others sailed the boat to the other side! Oh dear, it used to be peaceful here-oh, I mean, you used to cause quite a bit of trouble around here. I'm really sorry, but I didn't expect you to still be open for business!”
"Where else can I go?" "Still," said the wizard,"I'm glad you remember so much about me. At least you seem to have a good impression of my fireworks. Yes, for the sake of your grandfather and that poor Belladona, I will grant you your wish.”
"Please, help me. I didn't make any wishes!”
"Wrong, you do! He even said it twice. I will forgive you. In fact, I will even personally send you on this adventure. It will be very interesting for me, and it will be very beneficial for you. In fact, as long as you can complete this adventure, you will even have a good income.”
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Thank you for your kindness, but I really don't want to take any risks, at least not today. We said good morning! Remember to come for tea when you have time! How about tomorrow? Come back tomorrow. Goodbye!" With that, the hobbit hurried into the house and closed the door as soon as he could. After all, wizards were still wizards. It was best not to offend them.
"What the hell? Why would I treat him to tea?”He rushed into the pantry, blaming himself. He had just eaten breakfast, but after the shock, perhaps a piece or two of cake and some drinks would help calm him down.
At the same time, Gandaph was still standing outside the door with a kind smile. After laughing for a while, he retreated a few steps, made a strange mark on Birbo's lovely door with the tip of his cane, and then turned boldly away, just as Birbo swallowed a second piece of cake, rejoicing that he had cleverly avoided a terrible adventure.
By the next day, this fellow had eaten and drunk to his heart's content and had almost completely forgotten about Gandalf. Unless he wrote it down in his appointment book, his memory was not very good. Normally, he would write something like this: Gandalf uses tea on Wednesday; He had completely forgotten about this matter yesterday.
Not long before afternoon tea time, the doorbell rang at the front door. Only then did he remember! He boiled the water in a panic, prepared another cup and plate, and a few pieces of cake, and ran quickly to the door.
"Sorry to keep you waiting!" He was about to say this, but he realized that the person in front of him was not Gandalf. The other party was a dwarf who had stuffed Bluebeard into his golden belt. He wore a dark green hat and had a pair of very bright eyes. As soon as the door opened, he barged in, as if the master and he were good brothers who exchanged letters.
He hung the hooded cloak on the nearest coat rack and said,""Devarin, at your service!" he said, bowing deeply.
"Bilbo Baggins at your service!”The hobbit was so surprised that he forgot what question to ask. When the silence became awkward, he added,""I was just about to drink some tea. Please come and have some with me.”Perhaps it was a little stiff, but he was sincere. Moreover, if a dwarf came to your house uninvited without any explanation, what could you do?
They hadn't been sitting at the table for long-in fact, they had just eaten their third piece of cake-when the doorbell rang again, louder than before.
"I'll take my leave first!" The hobbit was at the door again.
"You're finally here!" He was going to say this to Gandaph, but the person who appeared in front of him was not Gandaph. It was a very old dwarf with a white beard and a red hat. Similarly, he jumped in as soon as the door opened, as if he had received an invitation 800 years ago.
"Everyone, start reporting!" he said, when he saw Dvarin's coat hanging on the rack. He also hung his red hat beside him."Ba Lin is at your service!" he said, touching his chest with his hand.
"Thank you so much!" Birbo was startled, it was not polite to say that, but the words 'everyone's starting to report' threw him off his feet. He liked visitors, but he preferred arranged guests and preferred to invite them himself. He suddenly had a bad feeling that there might not be enough cake. As the master, he had a etiquette that he had to follow no matter how painful it was. He had to treat the guests first, and he might not be able to eat it himself.
"Come in quickly, have some tea first!" After taking a deep breath, he finally said reluctantly.
"Kind sir, if it's not too much trouble, some beer would be better!”Balin, who had a white beard, said,"I don't mind if you have some fragrant seed cake."”
"Of course, of course, I have a lot!" Birbo was surprised to find that he actually answered like this, and his feet started to work on their own. He first went to the wine cellar to fill a large pot of beer, then went to the dining room to get two fragrant round seed cakes. He had just baked them in the afternoon and was going to use them for dinner.
When he returned, Balin and Dwarin were already talking like old friends (in fact, they were brothers). Birbo had just put the beer and cake on the table when the doorbell rang loudly again, twice!
"It must be Gandaph this time!" He had guessed as he panted down the corridor, but this time it was not. Two more dwarves arrived, both wearing blue hoods, silver belts, and yellow beards, each carrying a bag of tools and a shovel. The moment the door opened, they rushed in, but this time they couldn't scare Birbo.
"Dear dwarves, is there anything I can help with?”he said.
"Kili at your service!" one of them said. "Philip too!" Another person added. Both of them quickly took off their hats and bowed deeply.
"I'll be at your service!”Birbo finally answered them with courtesy this time.
"So Dwarin and Balin were already here," Kili said."Let's have some fun together!"
"Have some fun!" Mr. Baggins thought, This doesn't sound good. I'll have to sit down and drink some tea first to think of a countermeasure.”He hid in a corner and took a sip. The other four dwarves sat boldly at the table, laughing and laughing loudly about the mines, the gold, the troubles caused by the orcs, the plundering of the evil dragons, and many other things that he did not understand and did not want to hear, because these things sounded too risky. And then, tinkling, his doorbell rang again, as though some mischievous Harpy child were trying with all his might to pull it off.
"Someone else is here!" he said, blinking.
" From the sound of that voice, I guess there should be four people," Philip said."Besides, we saw them following me before we came.”
The poor Hobbit sat in the living room, his hands holding his head, not knowing what was going on, and whether these evil guests would stay for dinner. Then the doorbell started blaring again, and he had to run as fast as he could to answer it. After opening the door, he realized that there were not four people, but five! While he was in a daze in the living room, another dwarf came up to him. As soon as he turned the doorknob, everyone rushed in and bowed."At your service!" They were Dori, Nori, Ori, Orin, and Gloin. Soon, two purple hats, one gray hat, one brown hat, and one white hat were hung on the coat rack. These dwarves put their hands into their gold or silver belts and swaggered into the ranks of their companions. It seemed that these people were as powerful as Le Yile. Some wanted ale, some wanted stout, and one wanted coffee, but everyone wanted cake. And so, the laborious hobbit busied himself for quite a while.
A large pot of coffee was brewing on the stove. All the spice cakes were dead. The dwarves were attacking the cream-coated wheat cakes. At this moment, there was a loud knock on the door. This time it wasn't the doorbell, but a knock on the Hobbit's beautiful green door-someone was hitting the door with a club!
Bilbo dashed angrily down the corridor, his head in a whirl, the most confused Wednesday of his life. He slammed the door open, and everyone outside fell in, one after another, onto the floor. Four more dwarves came! Gandalf stood behind them, laughing as he leaned on his cane. He knocked on the door and left a lot of marks on it. Moreover, he also rubbed off the secret mark he made yesterday.
"Be careful! Be careful!" he said. "I say, Bilbo, it's not like you to let your friend wait at the door and then suddenly open it! Please allow me to introduce Beaver, Boffo, Pombo, and this Thorin!”
"At your service!" said Beaver, Beaufort, and Pombo, standing in a row. Then they hung up two yellow hats, one pale green hat, and a sky blue hat with long silver tassels. The last hat belonged to Thorin, a very important dwarf. In fact, he was Thorin Oakenshield. He wasn't very happy that he had fallen to the floor with Beaver, Beaufort, and Pombo on top of him. Because Pang Bo, who was covered in fat, was shockingly heavy. Thorin was rather arrogant. He did not say anything about obeying orders. However, poor Birbo had already apologized many times. In the end, he snorted," Don't say it anymore." His tightly knitted brows finally relaxed.
"Everyone is here!" Gandalf looked down at the thirteen brightly-colored party hats and his own pointed hat hanging on the hat rack, and said,"This is really rare! I hope those who are late have something to eat and drink! What was that? Tea! No, thanks! I want to drink some red wine."
" Me too," Thorin said.
"Blueberry jam and apple tarts," said Beaver.
"And mince pie and cheese," said Beaufort.
" And pork pie and salad," Pombo said.
"If you don't mind, please have some cake, ale, and coffee!”The other dwarves shouted through the door.
"There are still a few boiled eggs. You're really a good person!”As Birbo scrambled toward the pantry, they added,"And don't forget the smoked chicken and pickled cucumbers!”
"Why does this guy know so much about my food cabinet?”Mr. Baggins's mind was in a whirl, and he began to wonder if the most worrying adventure had come to his door. By the time he had put all the cups, bowls, ladles, cutlery, bottles, and plates on the big tray, he was sweating profusely, his face flushed, and he felt rather unhappy.
"These dwarves are too rude!”"Why don't they come and help?" he cried.”Oh my god, aren't Balin and Dwarin standing at the door? Philip and Kili were standing behind him. Before he could say another word, they had moved the tray and a few small tables out and rearranged the outside.
Gandalf was surrounded by thirteen dwarves. Birbo sat on a small stool by the fireplace, nibbling on a biscuit (his appetite had temporarily disappeared), trying to calm himself down, showing that everything was normal and that it was not a risky situation for him. The dwarves ate and chatted, and time passed. Finally, they pushed the chair aside, and Birbo was about to clean up all the cutlery.
"Everyone should be staying for dinner, right?”he asked in his calmest, most polite voice.
"Of course!" " We'll stay a little longer," Thorin said." It's not convenient to do things this late. Besides, we should enjoy some music." Hurry up and clean up the things!"
The twelve dwarves (not including Thorin, who was too high up and had to continue chatting with Gandalf) sprang to their feet and piled everything high. Without waiting for the tray, they immediately carried the mountain-like tableware with one hand. There was even a bottle on each of them. Birbo followed behind in panic and shouted nervously,"Please be careful!" "Please, don't trouble yourself! I can do it myself!" However, the dwarf continued to sing at the top of his lungs.
Smash the cups and plates!
Blunt the knife and bend the fork!
It was the look Bilbo Baggins hated the most-
Smash the bottle and burn the stopper!
She cut the tablecloth and threw cream everywhere!
He even poured the milk on the floor!
Bones were left on the carpet in the bedroom!
He even poured wine on every door!
He threw them all into the big pot of soup.
Beat it hard with a stick,
If there was still a complete container after that,
Just roll them into the living room!
Bilbo Baggins hated it!
We must be careful! Be careful with these plates!
Of course, they didn't do anything as terrible as the lyrics. Everything was cleaned up as fast as lightning and put away in the cabinet. The Hobbits were pacing around the kitchen, trying to see what they were doing. Then, a group of people came back. They saw Thorin with his feet on the table, smoking his pipe calmly. The smoke rings he exhaled were unprecedentedly huge. No matter where he asked them to go, they would listen obediently. The rings would burrow into chimneys, hide in the clock above the fireplace, and dance around the ceiling; However, no matter where these smoke rings drifted, they could not escape Gandalf's aim. Puff! He would blow even smaller rings of smoke from his potter, passing through each of Thorin's rings, and then Gandalf's rings would turn green and float back over the wizard's head. There were many smoke rings floating above his head, and he looked mysterious in the faint light. Birbo gaped at the scene in front of him, for he loved smoke rings the most; Then, he remembered how he had shown off in front of an expert yesterday and couldn't help but blush.
"Play some music!" "Bring out your instruments!" Thorin said.
Kili and Philip immediately ran to their backpacks and retrieved two violins. Dori, Nori, and Oli took out flutes from their clothes. Pombo took out a drum from the living room. Beaver and Boffo also went out and retrieved a few flutes from the place where the cane was placed. "Sorry, we left our instruments at the door!"”" Bring mine in too," Thorin said. They brought back a six-stringed instrument that was as tall as themselves, while Thorin's harp was wrapped in cloth. It was a beautiful golden harp. Sorin plucked the strings, and sweet music immediately flowed out, making Birbo forget all the troubles around him. He floated to the distant dark land, looking at the strange moonlight in the sky, far away from the nearby rivers and hills.
Night flowed in through the window facing the hill, the fire in the fireplace flickered (it was still April), and they continued to play, Gandalf's beard casting strange shadows on the wall.
Darkness enveloped the entire house, and the fire slowly extinguished. The shadows disappeared, but they continued to play. One by one, they played instruments and sang, their deep voices singing about their ancient underground hometown. The following was a part of their song. However, without the accompaniment of music, he did not know if this song was still as beautiful.
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