legend begins with lord of the rings

At this time, Thorin and Balin were "eavesdropping" by the door of the side hall.

From the wizard's advice before, they knew the importance of Bilbo as a snitch, so they were here.

When the hobbits still refused, their faces turned bad.

“We don’t have the Snitch anymore…

We don't have the strongest fighters, and there aren't many of them. Will we succeed?" Bahrain was a little depressed.

"No, we have warriors." Thorin stared at Balin. In his eyes, Balin was the best warrior and best partner.

The two once fought against Smaug together in the Lonely Mountain.

"Maybe, but I'm too old." Bahrain's beard has turned gray for nearly two hundred years.

"I believe in you (referring to all the dwarves who came this time). You are upright, brave, and strong... Gushan is my home. For the honor of my ancestors, I must succeed this time, even if I pay any price." Thorin was determined.

Said.

No longer "eavesdropping", the dwarf left the door disappointed.

…

There were four people at the table, and two of them had no appetite. So soon, the four of Abel also finished their dinner.

They ate from the bag of food that Galen sent before, and there was still a lot left. Heili repackaged it.

Bilbo had a much better impression of the three of them, so he arranged a bedroom for the three of Abel.

Abel was assigned a single room with a small bed. He curled up and considered whether to make a bunk on the floor.

"Dong dong, dong~"

"Please come in." Abel heard the knock on the door and sat up.

"Mr. Abel, the temperature will drop at night, so I brought you a warm blanket." Bilbo held a thick blanket in his hand.

"Thank you." Although Abel didn't need it, such a blanket could only cover half of his body.

"that……"

After delivering the blanket, Bilbo still didn't leave, staring at Abel curiously.

"If you have anything to say, you can just say it. We are already friends."

Bilbo's emotions were all written on his face, like a child who couldn't hide his thoughts.

"Um, do you still have a... tape recorder here?" Bilbo's voice became smaller and smaller. He was a character who didn't like to trouble others, and now he was asking for things from others, which made it difficult for him to say anything.

What happened was that after Bilbo took the wizard and Blackli to the room, they both took out a small box in which they could play songs and tell stories.

Through questioning, he learned that this thing was called a tape recorder and that he got it from Abel, so he also wanted to own one.

With his character, he shouldn't have come to Abel so late. But like Galen, he liked this thing very much and couldn't bear it.

It turned out that he wanted a tape recorder. Abel took out the tape recorder from the "inside" of his wallet, stamped a smiley face on it with his seal, took out a few tapes, and handed them to Bilbo. Then, he handed the basic parts of the tape recorder to Bilbo.

The operator explained the operation to him.

Bilbo was very happy to get the tape recorder: "Thank you Abel, I don't know if this bag of gold coins is enough."

Bilbo took out a money bag and saw that there were a lot of gold coins in it. It seemed that this hobbit was really well off.

"Put it away, Bilbo. Just think of it as a gift from us for disturbing you today. Good night and have sweet dreams." Abel did not go to get the money.

"This..." Bilbo didn't have the habit of taking advantage of others. The kind-hearted hobbit wanted to say something else. He was interrupted by Abel: "We are friends. This is a gift. Okay, please remember to close the door for me when you go out.

.”

Bilbo looked at the tape recorder in his hand, and then at Abel who was huddled under the quilt with most of his body exposed. He nodded and then walked out of the door, closing the door gently.

The corridor was very quiet, and suddenly Bilbo heard a faint singing.

He followed the singing to the door of the side hall, which was a warehouse. Bilbo carefully pushed the door open a crack. The dwarves were all here, clinging to each other and singing an ancient song.

“The majestic foggy mountains stand in the distance~

We are standing on the hill here~

The past will definitely happen again~

Our home ~ the light at the end of the road ~

…”

As he listened, Bilbo was fascinated. He heard the vast and primitive feeling in the singing, and also heard the dwarves' longing for their hometown.

…

the next day,

Because the bed was really uncomfortable, Abel got up early. As soon as he left the door, he heard something moving in the living room. He walked over and saw that it was a dwarf.

Some of them were packing packages, and some were having breakfast. They looked lively and full of energy.

…

After Abel and Heili had finished washing and had breakfast, the dwarves were all ready.

Before the sun came up, everyone gathered at the door. Thorin looked at the number of people in the team, and everyone except Bilbo was there.

"Let's go~"

Thorin glanced to the east and saw that the sun was almost rising above the horizon.

The adventure begins here.

Before the wizard left, he glanced at Bilbo's little house with his deep eyes: "Child, I hope you won't disappoint us."

A group of people rode horses and walked along the path to the outside of Chartun.

Their first stop was the Green Dragon Tavern on the edge of the Shire. The dwarves wanted to replenish resources there.

The road to Gushan is still very long, and most of the way ahead is a mountain road. Experienced travelers know that taking this kind of road depends not on speed but on supplies and patience.

Abel followed the wizard beside him. The morning fog had not completely dissipated, and the slightest chill made his mind clear.

The hazy distant mountains are covered with a layer of gauze, and their shadows are blurry, far and near in the misty clouds and smoke, almost as if they are far away, like a few strokes of light ink smeared on the blue sky.

The exotic flowers and plants on the roadside, the "ding-dong" stream at your feet, and the chirping of birds in the forest not far away all make people feel relaxed and happy.

This kind of beautiful scenery can make people excited, and Abel can't help but want to recite a poem:

"Ah~

Forest~

You are all a tree~"

Abel's voice brought life to the silent team.

The dwarves at the back of the team started talking:

"What is he shouting?"

"It should be poetry. When I was in a human city, I heard the priest read poetry."

"Shit, that's a prayer pastor, not a poem at all..."

"I think what he recited was better than what the pastor recited, and it was easy to understand. I have never understood the pastor's recitation."

…

In the team, Thorin, the wizard, and Abel are considered the first echelon. Behind them are Balin and Heli, and behind them are some young dwarves. At the end of the team, there are a few experienced old dwarves who are in charge along the way.

Being alert at all times can prevent accidents from happening.

Abel's voice just now almost startled Thorin next to him. He glared at Abel dissatisfied.

Abel glared back unceremoniously, indicating that the other party did not understand the beauty of modern poetry. He did not directly shout: Fuck, so beautiful.

It’s already very respectable.

The team walked for a short distance, the sun rose, and the surrounding scenery became clear.