legend begins with lord of the rings

"Oh, Gandalf...wait..."

Frodo saw the wizard from a distance. He picked up the fruit beside him and ran down the hillside excitedly.

"Mr. Frodo Baggins, are you okay?" Gandalf tightened the reins and let Frodo climb into the carriage.

"I'm fine Gandalf, you're late..." Frodo smiled, with a bit of complaint in his tone. Then he picked a large green orange and handed it to the wizard and said: "Try this orange, it's very sweet.

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"Thank you. Wizards are never late, and of course they are never early. It's just in time to attend Bilbo's one hundred and eleventh birthday..." Gandalf said as he took the green orange and took a big bite.

tangerine.

Instantly, an unspeakable sour smell rushed straight into the wizard's brain, causing his facial features to wrinkle together.

"Hahaha..." The prank succeeded, and Frodo looked happy when he saw the wizard making a fool of himself.

The wizard wiped off the juice that had flowed from his beard, looked at the big orange in his hand, shook his head and threw it to the side of the road. Then he rubbed Frodo's hair kindly.

"How is Bilbo lately?" Gandalf asked casually.

"On the whole, it's okay, but..." Frodo seemed hesitant to speak.

"But what?" Gandalf demanded.

"He's been a little strange lately, feeling farther and farther away from me." Frodo thought for a moment and said.

"Why do you say that?" Gandalf continued to ask, staring at Frodo who looked a little confused.

"When he returned home, he only focused on writing his book. He never had too much contact with outsiders..." Frodo paused and continued: "But last night he said that he would invite everyone in Shireton to follow

He celebrated his 111th birthday together. Although this is good, it is not like his style..."

"Perhaps." Gandalf responded with an unknown meaning, then looked at the scenery on the roadside. He had no intention of continuing to talk about Frodo.

In fact, Frodo also discovered that Bilbo often stared at the map of Middle Earth in a daze recently, as if he wanted to travel.

But when he saw the wizard next to him who had become quiet, he didn't say anything more.

The carriage pulling a carriage of fireworks drove into Shiretun from the alley.

Gandalf looked at the leisurely residents of Shiretun on the roadside, and his brows slowly widened.

When the carriage was about to reach Bag End from the village entrance, Gandalf's eyes happened to meet the eyes of a little girl on the hillside.

The wizard nodded to the curious little girl and then looked away awkwardly.

It was at this moment that the little girl on the hillside recognized the identity of the fireworks wizard.

"It's Gandalf..." the little girl shouted loudly, her voice alarming the other children around her.

"Fireworks... wizard..."

"Magic...magic..."

"Gandalf..."

The children loved Gandalf's annual fireworks display so much that they rushed down the hillside, chasing the carriage and cheering.

Frodo looked at Gandalf, who was staring intently beside him, and then at the child chasing the carriage behind him, as if he was expecting something in his heart.

Gandalf listened to the cry of the child behind him, quietly took out his wand and waved it lightly.

"Crackling..."

A string of sparks exploded from behind the carriage. Some of these fireworks formed colorful flowers, and some turned into beautiful butterflies.

"Very good……"

After seeing the fireworks, the children in the back kept clapping their little hands and jumping up and down...

After Frodo finished admiring the fireworks behind him, he turned to look at the wizard who still looked serious, and showed a knowing smile.

After bidding farewell to the happy children, the carriage quickly arrived at Bag End.

"I went over there to help arrange the venue. You can go in by yourself." Frodo jumped out of the carriage and ran towards the venue where the birthday party was being prepared. After running a few steps, he turned around and shouted: "By the way, Mr. Abel

Also in the house..."

"Roger..." Gandalf waved to Frodo and saw the banner "Bilbo Baggins, Happy Birthday~" hanging on the other side of the field.

Gandalf smiled and looked away, then he adjusted the wizard's robe, opened the door and walked into Bilbo's yard.

"Dong dong...dong..."

Gandalf knocked on the door of Bag End.

"The party won't start until tonight, and we won't accept guests here now!" Bilbo's impatient voice came from the room.

"What if it's your old friend who comes?" Gandalf said with a smile.

"Oh, Gandalf~"

Bilbo's exclamation came from the room, and then there was a murmur of items being knocked over. Then, the hobbit appeared at the door.

"Gandalf, long time no see..." Bilbo opened his arms happily after seeing the wizard.

"Long time no see, Bilbo. You are still so young..." Gandalf knelt down and gave the hobbit a big hug.

Bilbo has often worn the One Ring over the years. Although his hair has turned more than half gray, his face still looks young, only in his fifties or sixties.

"Bilbo, you knocked something over..." Abel, who was in the study, heard the noise outside, and when he stuck his head out, he happened to see Bilbo and Gandalf embracing.

"Gandalf, you are finally here." Abel put down "Return from the Adventure", walked to the door and hugged the wizard.

"You look very good." Gandalf sighed as he looked at Abel, whose appearance had not changed in sixty years.

"Stop standing at the door, let's go in." Abel said, avoiding the wizard's probing eyes.

The wizard had asked about Abel's situation many times before, but he was always put off by Abel. This made the wizard full of curiosity about Abel's identity.

"Yes, let's go in and chat slowly." Bilbo welcomed the wizard into the door and asked, "What do you want to drink, fruit wine? Red wine?"

"Thank you, I'd like a cup of black tea." Gandalf said.

"I want black tea too." Abel also gestured to the hobbit.

"Please wait a moment..." Bilbo smiled at the two of them and carried the kettle to the kitchen.

"Let's go to the study for a walk. Abel's "Return from the Adventure" is almost finished." Abel invited.

"Okay." Gandalf looked at Bilbo's leaving figure and replied absentmindedly, then turned around and walked to the study.

"Watch your head!" Abel noticed that Gandalf was not looking at the road and his head was about to hit the ceiling of the room.

"Oh~" Gandalf hit the chandelier after Abel reminded him.

Bilbo's house is very exquisitely decorated, but the space seems a bit small for a wizard who is over two meters tall.

Abel looked at the big bump on the wizard's head and held back his laughter. He stretched out his hand to hold the swaying chandelier on the roof.

"I was a little distracted, sorry..." Gandalf said, turning around and hitting the edge of the corridor door with a "dong" sound.

This time the sound was louder, and the wizard covered another big bump on his forehead with an aggrieved look.