legend begins with lord of the rings

The dwarves at the back were already talking about Black Power from Abel, and from Black Power to Bilbo.

"I bet that Baggins won't come. He can't protect himself and is not suitable for our team." Bofur, wearing a small hat made of cowhide, said.

"I don't think they will come either. Hobbits all like a stable life, and Baggins is no exception." The bald Dwalin agreed. He is recognized as the person with the highest martial arts value among this group of dwarves. He advocates martial arts. Look at him.

Not as weak as Bilbo.

"I think on the contrary, Mr. Bilbo will come." Kili, the youngest archer, said.

"How is it possible? What basis do you have?" Dwalin asked.

"It's a...feeling. My feeling is pretty accurate," Kili replied.

This answer obviously did not satisfy Dwalin, and he said loudly: "Feeling? Damn feeling.

I bet that coward was so scared that he was hiding under the bed and crying, and he didn’t dare to come. Do you dare to bet with me?”

"Just bet, I'm betting that Mr. Bilbo will come." Kili was still young, and he accepted the bet when he was excited.

"Anyone else want to bet with me that Baggins will come? This opportunity is not to be missed." Dwalin asked the other dwarves.

"I bet he will come." The fat Pangbo said. He had a triple chin and looked very rich.

"Okay, I'll accept your bet," Dwalin said happily.

In his eyes, people who bet on Bilbo's arrival were giving him money.

"I also said that Baggins didn't dare to come. Is there anyone who wants to bet with me?" Bofur, who had felt that Bilbo didn't dare to come at the beginning, took the opportunity to speak.

"I don't think he dares either." Noli, whose hair and beard were styled into a five-pointed star, shouted.

…

The dwarves behind him all placed their bets, most of them thinking that Bilbo would not come.

In fact, when the group left Bilbo's house, Balin left a contract on Bilbo's table. It was the contract that Balin had re-drawn last night.

Before setting off on this kind of contract, Abel and Heili also signed one. It's just that theirs was different from Bilbo's.

"Do you think he will come?" Thorin turned to the wizard and asked.

"I believe him, Bilbo is special." Gandalf replied with a smile, looking confident.

"Then let's make a bet. I don't think he dares to come." Thorin said.

"Okay." Gandalf smiled.

The dwarves have a very optimistic attitude towards life. They often make bets when chatting and disagreeing. However, the amounts they bet are not large. They are just playing.

"Add me too, I'll bet Bilbo will come too." Abel also decided to join in the fun.

"Okay, I'll take it." Thorin's expression remained serious.

…

"Well, old man, can we also bet?"

Almost everyone had placed their bets. The big man Heili looked at the old man Bahrain next to him and asked tentatively.

"Okay, what do you choose?" Balin asked with a smile.

Balin is the most mature and steady among the dwarves. Perhaps his age has made his character very gentle.

"I choose too, Bilbo will come." Heili made the same choice as Abel.

…

In the hut at Bag End, Bilbo didn't wake up until the sun came up.

This is his living habit, he sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day. Not to mention that so many things happened yesterday.

Moreover, after he returned to his room last night, he listened to the tape recorder until midnight.

"Good morning~"

He has not forgotten that he has guests at home.

But when he walked to the living room, there was no dwarf in it.

"Mr. Abel~" Bilbo shouted and pushed open the door of the guest room. The bed inside was neatly folded.

"Gandalf~"

"Gandalf~"

"Have they all gone?" Bilbo stood in the living room and was stunned. If the dining table hadn't been in the living room, he would have thought it was a dream yesterday.

"Are they really all gone?" Bilbo realized that there were no dwarves at home. He suddenly became happy and shouted: "It's great, it's finally quiet. I can enjoy a good life again."

By the way, there is also music..."

Bilbo took out the tape recorder and played a cheerful song, and his whole body seemed to relax.

He listened to the music and was about to move the dining table back to the dining room. When he walked to the dining table, he saw a parchment left on the table. It was a contract, a contract inviting him to become a snitch.

Grabbing the parchment, Bilbo planned to throw it into the fireplace. After thinking about it, he put the contract back on the table.

He moved the table back to the dining room, and he tidied up the living room and kitchen. Looking at the tidy room, he felt completely comfortable.

When everything was ready, he brought some food up from the underground storage room.

Singing a ditty, he ate two breakfasts in a row.

After his stomach felt comfortable, he lay down on a chair in the yard and faced the rising sun. He was surrounded by happiness that he had never felt before, and he sighed: It turns out that ordinary life can be so happy.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the bald flowers in the yard that had been gnawed by the dwarf's horses. He wanted to prune them, but it was too comfortable to listen to the tape recorder and bask in the sun.

He lay down again and took a puff of the pipe in his hand.

After basking in the sun for a while, for some reason, his mind kept recalling the scene he saw in the side hall yesterday. A group of dwarves hugged each other and sang sad songs.

"That's because I miss my hometown!"

The kind-hearted hobbits were very sympathetic to the plight of the dwarves.

"No, you can't think wildly, it's too risky. I want to enjoy my wonderful life." Bilbo just had the urge to help the dwarves regain their homeland. This idea was too dangerous for him.

But the more he forced himself not to think about it, the more Bilbo wanted to know where the dwarves were now and what happened to Abel and the wizard.

Perhaps because the adventurous blood of the Took family was activated in his body, Bilbo couldn't lie down anymore. He walked back to the room, picked up the contract on the table, and what Abel said to him rang in his mind: When you get old, don't worry about being busy.

Be ashamed of doing nothing, don't regret wasting your years.

The wizard told him about the legendary experiences of his ancestors again. The parchment in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He glanced at the living room and dining room again, which seemed a little deserted now.

When I lowered my head, I saw the smiley face icon on the recorder again: "I don't want to be mediocre all my life, and I don't want to regret it when I get old.

Life should always have an exciting and thrilling adventure.”

Thinking this way, Bilbo felt his head getting hotter and hotter, and he wanted to take risks.

Then he seemed to be going crazy, and the room became a mess. He quickly packed the packages for going out.

He put his bag on his back, grabbed the parchment and contract, and rushed out like a bird out of its cage.

He felt: This is the breath of freedom, this is the feeling of being unrestrained.

Bilbo was very familiar with the route in and out of the Shire. He climbed over fences and took shortcuts.

He remembered that Gandalf told him yesterday that the first stop of the team was the Green Dragon Tavern near the Shire.

Heading towards the destination, Bilbo was full of energy. After more than half an hour, he saw a team in the distance.

"Hey~" he shouted, jumping up and down and approaching everyone quickly: "Wait for me~Abel~Gandalf~"

"Wait for me~ I promised to go with you."

The horses were not walking fast, and everyone heard the shouts behind them. The team stopped.

"I have signed a contract, let me come with you." Bilbo ran over and handed the contract to Balin, the "strategist".

Balin nodded with a smile, took out a presbyopic magnifying glass, put it on the parchment and carefully checked the signature. He said with a smile: "Welcome, Mr. Bilbo, you are already our companion."

Bilbo's arrival caused a small cheer from the team. Even Thorin's face looked better.