It was May 1st when the two finally arrived at the mouth of Rivendell Valley. This was the last Shelter in the world. Similarly, it was also evening, and the ponies were very tired, especially the one responsible for carrying the luggage. They all felt that they needed to rest. As the two of them walked down the steep slope, Birbo heard the elves still singing in the forest, as if they had not stopped since he left. When they rode on the grassland, the elves sang the same song as before. The content of the song was like this:
The dragon is finished,
The corpse lay at the bottom of the lake.
The scales dimmed.
The glory of the past disappeared in the smoke!
Swords and swords will eventually rust,
The crown and the throne will be destroyed,
People treasure precious stones,
He still believed in the existence of power.
The grass is still green here,
The leaves are still swaying,
The clear stream still flows, oh!
The elves are still singing,
Come! Hualala!
He returned to the valley again!
The stars were even more dazzling.
Better than precious jewels,
The bright moon is as bright as before,
Better than Silver Glow:
The flames were even warmer.
On the dark earth
How can we compare with the gold we dug up?
Why do you run thousands of miles?
Oh! Hualala!
He returned to the valley.
Oh! Where did you go?
Why are you back so late?
The stream is still flowing,
The stars were still bright!
Oh! Travelers carrying heavy luggage,
Why are you so sad and tired?
Fairy and beautiful master,
Welcome tired companions.
Let's use the clatter,
Back in the valley,
Rustle, rustle, rustle
The pitter-patter sounds,
Plop!
The elves in the valley walked out one after another to welcome them back. They led them across the river to Elrond's residence. They were warmly welcomed, and many were eager to hear their adventures. The one who spoke was Gandalf, because Birbo was already a little sleepy. He knew most of the story because he had been in it. On the way back, or at Beweng's house, he told the wizard most of the story; Sometimes, however, he would open an eye and listen to the part of the story he did not know.
Through this half-asleep method, he knew where Gandalf had gone from the conversation between the wizard and Elrond. It seemed that Gandalf had attended a meeting called the White Council, which was a gathering of history and good wizards. They had finally driven the Necromancer out of the southern base of Gloomy Jungle.
" Soon," Gandalf said." The forest will return to its former peace. I hope that the north will not have to face any fear for many years. However, I really hope that I can completely eliminate the necromancers from this world!”
" Maybe," Elrond said." But I'm afraid it won't happen in this era, nor will it happen in many eras after that.”
After the story of their adventures, there were many others, stories from long ago, new stories, stories of unknown ages, until finally, Birbo bent his head and began to snore comfortably in a corner.
He woke up to find himself lying on a white bed. Moonlight shone in through a window, and many elves were singing happily by the river bank.
Everyone, come and sing together!
The wind blew through the treetops and the earth.
Starlight shone, moonlight fell on the flowers,
The night window in the tower was extremely bright.
Come on, everyone, let's dance happily!
The grass was soft, and everyone was dancing as lightly as feathers!
The river was like silver, and the shadows were fading.
May is a good time, seize this moment.
We sing softly and let the beauty enter his dreams!
Let him fall into a deep sleep and stay in his heart!
Travelers should sleep, comfortable dreams!
Sleep obediently! Sleep obediently! Sweet dreams from the red poplar and willow tree!
The pine tree should not sigh, silent until tomorrow morning!
The moon fell! Darkness shrouded the area!
Shhh! Shhh! All the trees fell silent!
The water flowed quietly until the sun shone tomorrow morning!
"Well, happy people!”"What time is it?" said Birbo, sticking his head out. Your lullaby can wake up orcs! However, thank you."
" Your snoring could wake the statue up, but we still thank you," they replied with laughter. "It's almost dawn. You fell asleep when it was dark last night. Perhaps you won't be so tired tomorrow.”
" Just a short nap at Elrond's place will cure fatigue," he said."But I will try my best to recuperate. Good night again, beautiful friends!”After he finished speaking, he lay back down and slept until noon.
In that room, his weariness soon disappeared, and he laughed and sang with the elves, morning and night. However, even such a place could not delay his return home. His heart was still filled with the image of his hometown. Therefore, after a week, he said goodbye to Elrond and gave him some small gifts. Then, Bilbo and Gandalf left together.
When they left the valley, the sky in the west became dark. The wind and rain became their last act of returning home.
"May's Good Times!" As the rain fell on Bilbo's face, he quoted the Elven lyrics and said,"We have left the legend and are heading home. I think this is the taste of homesickness.”
"There's a long way to go," said Gandalf.
" But this is the last paragraph," answered Birbo.
They came to the river that marked the border of the wilderness and crossed the ferry before the steep banks. Perhaps you still remember this side. As summer approached, the melted snow and the recent heavy rain made the river flow much faster. However, they still managed to make it through safely. As night fell, they embarked on the final stage of their journey.
Apart from the fact that the team members were fewer and quieter, it was almost the same as before. Oh right, there was no cannibal female disturbance this time. At every special place on the road, Birbo would remember what had happened a year ago, and what everyone had said and done, but it seemed more like ten years ago to him. Thus, he quickly arrived at the place where the pony had fallen into the river. It was also here that they started a round with Tom, Bert, and Bill.
Not far from the road, they found the gold that they had buried earlier, but it was still undiscovered. " I've already taken enough. I'll have enough to eat and wear for the rest of my life," Birbo said when he dug out the gold."Gandalf, you'd better take it. I bet you will need it!"
"Yes, I am!" The wizard said,"But, keep it for now!" You might find out later that you need more gold!”
Therefore, when they put the gold into the bag and placed it on the horses, the horses did not feel happy at all. After that, they slowed down a lot because they walked most of the time. It was green everywhere, and the hobbits were enjoying themselves as they trod on the grass. He wiped his face with a red silk handkerchief-not his own, of course! He didn't even have a handkerchief left. He had borrowed it from Elrond. It was already June, and summer was approaching. The weather had become very hot.
Everything had an end, and this story was no exception. Finally, one day, they came to the hometown where Birbo grew up. Every blade of grass and tree here was as familiar to him as his name. When he reached a hill, he could finally see his hill. He stopped and chanted,"
The road continued to extend.
Over rocks and trees
Through the sunless depths,
Across the valley that never entered the sea,
I've gone through traces of snow in winter,
I pass through the sea of flowers in June,
Across the plains and lands of peace,
crossing the mountain pass under the moon.
The road keeps extending
Clouds and stars shine,
Wandering feet run back,
Finally, they were on the road back home.
His eyes were bright, and his sword was shining.
I've seen the horror of the underground hall
Finally stepping on the green grass
He saw the familiar image of his hometown again.
Gandalf looked at him. "My dear Birbo!" He said,"What's wrong with you? You're not the old Hobbit anymore.”
They crossed the bridge and came to the mill by the river, and at last stood in front of Bilbo's own house.
"Oh my god! What happened?" he exclaimed. It was crowded with people from all directions, regardless of their status, crowding around the door, and many people were going in and out, until Bilbo found to his annoyance that they did not even wipe their feet on the carpet at the door.
If he was surprised at this moment, then what happened next was even more confusing. He had actually arrived at an auction! There was a black signboard with red words hanging on the door. On the twenty-second of June, Mr. and Mrs. Grubbs and the Bross family will auction off all the property of Mr. Bilbo Baggins, who died in Bag End at the foot of Hobbiton Hill. The auction was scheduled to start at 10 o'clock sharp. It was almost lunchtime, and most of the items had been sold. The prices ranged from free to shockingly high. In fact, Bilbo's relatives, the Sackville Bagginses, were busily measuring his room to see if their furniture could be moved in; In other words, Birbo had already been " declared dead." When they knew that everyone's guess was wrong, many people actually heaved a sigh of relief.
The sudden appearance of Mr. Bilbo Baggins caused a considerable disturbance in the vicinity, and even the riverside district joined in. Not only did this make Hobbiton lively for a while, but the legal dispute also continued for several years. In fact, Mr. Baggins was not admitted to be alive for some time.
The buyers who had made a fortune in this auction were not willing to be outdone. In order to avoid trouble, Birbo bought back most of the furniture out of his own pocket. Almost all of his silver spoons had mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again, and Birbo himself thought it was the work of the Bagginses of Sackville. They had never admitted that Birbo had really come back to life, and they had never gotten along well with him since, all because they wanted to live in Birbo's cave so badly.
However, it was not only the spoon that Bilbo lost, but his reputation as well. Since then, he had indeed been known as the friend of the elves, and was respected by the dwarves, wizards, and everyone who had heard his story. However, the people in this area did not respect him that much. The nearby Hobbits all called him " weird " behind his back. The only exceptions were his nephews and nieces from the Tuck family. However, even their elders did not approve of these children dating him.
In fact, he did not care about all of this. He lived a relatively self-sufficient and comfortable life. After that unexpected gathering, the sound of the kettle in the kitchen became the most beautiful music in his peaceful life. His sword hung over the fireplace, his chainmail hung on a shelf in his room (later loaned to a museum), and most of his gold and silver were spent on expensive and rare gifts; This was another reason why his nephews and nieces liked him so much. No one else knew about his One Ring, because he used its power to avoid uninvited guests.
He began to write poems and visit elves, though everyone would rub their heads and sigh when they mentioned him.”Moreover, not many people believed his story. However, he still lived happily for a lifetime, and his appearance in this lifetime made people jealous!
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A few years later, on an autumn evening, Bilbo was sitting in his study writing his recollections (he wanted to call it Return from Adventures, A Hobbit's Holiday) when there was a knock on the door. It was Gandalf and a dwarf. In fact, he was Balin, whom they had not seen for a long time.
"Come in quickly! Come in quickly!"
said Bilbo warmly, and they all sat down by the fire. Balin noticed that Mr. Baggins's coat had become much more luxurious (with real gold buttons), and Bilbo noticed that Balin's beard had grown several inches longer, and that his jeweled belt was dazzling.
Of course, they immediately began to recall their past adventures. Birbo asked them how their country in the mountains was developing, and it sounded like everything was going well. Bard had already rebuilt River Cove Town. People from the south, west, and Laketown came to follow him. The entire valley became prosperous again. The original wasteland became full of life, with birds chirping and flowers blooming. Long Lake Town had also been rebuilt, restoring its former glory and even becoming more prosperous. The Torrential River became an important hub for a large number of goods and merchants. Elves, dwarves, and humans all established sincere friendships in this area.
The old mayor did not end well. Bard gave him a lot of gold and asked him to help the people of Long Lake Town. However, because he was afraid of the evil dragon's shadow, he fled from Long Lake Town with the money. In the end, he died in the wilderness of hunger and cold, and no one helped him.
" The new mayor is wiser," Balin said." He is also more popular because most of the people attribute their current prosperity to him. They created new ballads, praising the golden river flowing under his rule.”
"In that case, the ancient ballad has become a reality in some form!”said Birbo.
"Of course!" Gandalf said,"Why can't it be true? Don't you believe it just because you participated in it yourself? Don't tell me you think that all these adventures and escapes are just because you're lucky, and that the entire world only cares about your safety? Mr. Baggins, you're a good man, and I like you, but the world doesn't revolve around you!”
"Thank God!" Birbo smiled and handed the tobacco can to Gandalf.
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