A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 395 Why not cooperate?
Damn it, I have seen that hobbit's skill with my own eyes, how could I still...

Tao Ruier frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, took Seymour's hand and walked out.

"Come on, Seymour, I'll show you the way. That hobbit shouldn't be far away. If we take a shortcut, we might be able to stop him before he reaches Long Lake Town!"

"late!"

Seymour broke away from Tauriel's hand, shook his head and said: "If he can sneak into Erebor to steal the treasure as my teacher said, then we will never be able to find him in the dark forest." trace."

"Should we just let him go?"

Tao Ruier looked a little unwilling and regretful.

Seymour thought for a while, and suddenly remembered a sentence that Master said.

I think the Snitch has a good relationship with the dwarves... a good relationship!
Seymour's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "You said that the hobbit and the dwarves are purely employed. Is this your idea, or did the hobbit say it himself?"

"Of course the hobbit said it himself, and he also took out the contract. What's the matter?"

Tauriel looked puzzled, but Seymour had a smile on his face.

"I have a solution."

……

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That night, in the deepest prison underground.

All dwarves are kept in solitary cells.

Thorin Oakenshield leaned his head against the cell door, looking tired and melancholy at the dancing candles outside the cell. On the table opposite him, there was a sufficient amount of rough bread and a bucket of clean water.

Woodland elves are elves after all, and they are proud, even if they treat their mortal enemies, they will not lose their sense of proportion.

The poor dwarves, after a day of hunger and thirst, finally had a good meal in the elf's cell, even Thorin himself did not know whether it was luck or misfortune.

But one thing is for sure, if they don't think of a solution quickly, that cold and proud elf king will really lock them up for 100 years.

Thinking of this, Thorin began to regret his rude behavior in the palace.

But then, he strengthened his belief once again, feeling that what he did was right. These woodland elves were too indifferent to life and allowed the dragon Smaug to ravage Lonely Mountain and Long Lake Town.

"I was right, they were wrong, I was right..."

Thorin murmured unconsciously.

Suddenly, he noticed that the candlelight not far outside the cell turned to one side.

Sorin thought it was his hallucination, but in the next second, the candle flame turned to one side with a greater range, and then went out without any suspense.

"Damn it! These elves locked us in a haunted cell!"

A slightly panicked cursing came from the side, and Sorin's eyes widened immediately, and he grasped the cell door tightly with both hands.

But it's a pity that the dwarves far away from the lonely mountains and mines obviously don't have such good night vision ability as before. After falling into darkness outside the cell, he can't see anything. near.

A ghost was not uncommon in the darkened Mirkwood, so no one doubted the dwarf's judgment.

Until a familiar voice came from outside Sorin's cell.

"Looks like you need a ghost to save you and get out~"

A low voice came, and a head full of curly hair appeared outside Thorin's door, raising his arms towards Thorin with a typical gentle smile of a hobbit.

"Bilbo??"

"That's the key to the prison?!"

"Oh my god, you actually touched it"

A series of voices mixed with surprise came from the adjacent cell.

The smile on Bilbo's face disappeared in an instant, and he waved wildly at everyone.

"Shh, keep your voice down! Don't talk!"

After all the dwarves were quiet, Bilbo heaved a long sigh of relief, and patted his chest lightly with his right hand to soothe the little boy who was frightened by the group of pig teammates.

To be honest, he was so frightened that he almost put on the Supreme Lord of the Rings just now!
And in front of Thorin and several other dwarves...

Thinking of this, Bilbo felt a little rejoicing subconsciously.

Then, he picked up the key in his hand and approached Thorin's prison door.

Sorin gripped the cell door tightly with both hands, and his tone was full of suppressed surprise and surprise.

"How did you get in, Bilbo? Where's the guard outside?"

"Drunk," whispered Bilbo, opening the cell door, "the elves seem to be having a party tonight, and they brought out a lot of dusty wine and a human merchant who traded with them." Team."

"What banquet?"

Thorin asked immediately, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

"It seems to be called Miris Gilis..." Bilbo said with some uncertainty, and immediately opened Thorin's cell door, "Don't worry about it, you come out first!"

Seeing that the prison door had opened, Sorin had no choice but to walk out.

Bilbo went on to unlock the other cells around him.

"Miris Gillies, Miris Gillies..."

The old dwarf Balin with white beard and hair muttered a few words, then suddenly raised his head.

"That's right, the Starlight Feast! They're having a Starlight Feast!"

"what is that?"

asked Bilbo in a low voice as he opened the lock.

The old dwarf Balin smiled and opened the cell door, looked at Bilbo and explained in a low voice: "In the eyes of all elves, the lights are sacred, but the forest elves prefer starlight, so they hold starlight festivals on starry nights." A feast to commemorate these beautiful memories that deserve to be remembered."

"So it is!"

A red-haired and red-bearded dwarf next to him looked stunned, and turned his head to look at the sky outside the prison window: "Great, tonight happens to be a cloudless night with bright stars!"

"Looks like fate still favors us!"

The dwarves were filled with a sea of ​​joy.

A young dwarf took Bilbo's key, and with a vigorous hand he opened the lock for the other dwarves.

Thorin held Bilbo's arm, his expression was a little moved, his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something beautiful, but he couldn't think of it for a while, so he could only speak in a low voice.

"I owe you a favor."

"It's not just you, it's us! We all owe you a big favor!"

Bilbo's features were crumpled at the sound after sound.

He wanted to stop these dwarves with a voice, but he couldn't get in at all. He could only wave his hands depressed and helpless, and stopped them with gestures.

That's what Bilbo hated most about dwarves-even being in danger didn't stop them from starting to babble and complain.

"Stop talking!"

Bilbo finally found a chance to speak: "Leave from here first!"

"Bilbo is right," Thorin said in a deep voice, "we should get out of here first."

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from above, and all the dwarves fell silent instantly, and all raised their heads.

I saw the figure of the elf king Thranduil appearing at the top of the cave, with his hands behind his back, and his sea blue eyes were condescending, staring coldly at these messy dwarves.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but you don't want to go anywhere!"

A series of fierce footsteps came, and two teams of palace guards wearing silver helmets and silver armor came out from the passage, holding longbows in their hands, carrying quiver on their backs, and a willow leaf-like slender sword around their waists. Long machete.

Thorin grabbed Bilbo by the collar and growled angrily.

"Didn't you say they were having a party?"

"Yeah, I clearly saw them..."

Bilbo was completely stunned, and looked blankly at the cold-looking elf warriors around him.

A silver armored warrior at the front took off his helmet, and it was Legolas after changing his clothes.

Legolas sneered and said: "Put that poor hobbit down, we are indeed holding a banquet, and if we don't hold a banquet, how can we give you a chance? Hobbit, you have good patience, but unfortunately, drinking at the banquet It's not wine, but water, you should be more cautious."

Bilbo looked stunned: "But I clearly smelled it..."

"Smell the wine, don't you?" Legolas glanced at Bilbo faintly. "That's the wine that was spilled on the floor. We wasted twenty barrels of good wine trying to catch you."

"Catch me? Why do you want to catch me?"

Bilbo looked even more bewildered.

With the sound of howling wind, Thranduil jumped down from a height of five or six meters, and Yiyin fluttered to the ground.

With his hands behind his back, his gaze passed the humiliated and resentful Thorin's face without a pause, and landed on Bilbo who was beside him, and there was a trace of surprise in his originally indifferent expression.

"Interesting hobbit, you actually entered the prison cell under my nose. It seems that your Excellency is right. You do have the ability to sneak into Erebor and help me get back the white diamond necklace... ..."

"Let me tell you, the teacher will definitely not lie to me!"

The shorter elf beside Legolas also took off his helmet, and it was Seymour who was smiling.

Looking at the somewhat familiar face, Bilbo opened his mouth blankly.

Suddenly, he remembered Thranduil's last words, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "You want to hire me to steal things in Erebo?"

"Yes." Thranduil said calmly.

Bilbo's eyes widened. He looked at Thranduil in front of him for a while, and Thorin next to him for a while, with a hint of deep puzzlement in his eyes.

"Then...why don't you cooperate?"

The dwarves and elves fell silent upon hearing this.

Thranduil said flatly, "You have to ask him about that."

Bilbo looked at Thorin suspiciously.

Thorin was silent for a while, and said with anger in his tone.

"Woodland elves are not to be trusted!"

"I will return the same to you, Thorin Oakenshield."

Thranduil responded indifferently, and immediately set his sights on Bilbo.

"How about it, Hobbit, as long as you help me get back the white diamond necklace from the Lonely Mountain, I will release these dwarves and give you a very rich reward..."

Speaking of this, Thranduil paused slightly, glanced at Thorin and said.

"However, unlike these greedy dwarves, I will not draw any illusory pie for you. If you want, you can get your reward in advance now."

"..."

The voice fell, and the atmosphere outside the cell became silent again.

Bilbo looked at Thranduil for a while, and Thorin for a while, with a hint of confusion in his expression.

At this time, the silent old dwarf Balin suddenly spoke.

"Your Majesty the Elven King, I have a doubt, and I don't know if you can help me answer it."

(End of this chapter)