little gentleman

Pippin's aunt lives in a wealthy life, her husband is a simple and honest old man, and her aunt is very pungent. She has inherited the curiosity and courage of the Tuke family, but the former is used in gossip, while the latter is used in her husband. .The aunt was very hospitable, and she especially liked the visits of young hobbits to her house, who, she thought, could bring life into the house and save life from dullness.Whenever she has guests, she will serve out a variety of hearty food.

Rosso complimented Pippin's aunt: "Your house is so beautiful. Look at this comfortable living room. The decoration style reminds me of King Thranduil's small hall!"

My aunt's face changed suddenly: "Really? This really makes me happy!" She was already planning to cancel Rosso's second snack and all subsequent meals.

Bilbo hastened to explain: "King Thranduil's palace is a very magnificent building, and I believe Lothor is complimenting your drawing room."

"Really? Then I want to say thank you, Mr. Rosso," the aunt didn't look very happy, "would you like another piece of vanilla cake?"

"Very happy! Your cake is as sweet and lovely as yourself!" Rosso smiled.

My aunt finally smiled: "For the time being, I believe this is a compliment! Mr. Rosso, would you like to accompany me to play a few games at the table over there?"

"It's an honor," Rosso turned to Merry, "if only my dear cousin agrees to let me go."

"Of course, go ahead!" Merry agreed hastily, very happy to push Rosso to Pippin's aunt.Then with great relief he and Pippin ran off to the other side of the hall to play with the elves.

The four young hobbits were having fun with the other elves, and Bilbo was sitting alone with Legolas.The beautiful elf is full of aristocratic demeanor in every move of his hands and feet. He sips tea gracefully, but doesn't touch the snacks on the plate much.

"Wouldn't you like to try these lovely little biscuits, Your Highness?" Bilbo looked regretfully at the pretty little desserts that had just been baked.

"I'm not hungry, so you can eat it for me." Legolas pushed the whole plate of pastries in front of Bilbo. "And call me Legolas."

Bilbo, flattered both by the delicious treats and by Legolas's affability, ate them unceremoniously, refilling tea for himself and Legolas in due course.The moment Legolas looked away, Bilbo looked at the handsome Elf again, and he thought that Legolas looked very young, almost like Frodo.But Bilbo also knew that the age of an elf would not be written on his face, and the elf prince in front of him might be older than Shire's history.

"Mr. Legolas, are you going to spend the winter in the Shire?" asked Bilbo.

"Come on, Bilbo, just call me Legolas!" Legolas smiled charmingly. "We won't spend the winter here, but it's a nice place, and maybe we'll come back next summer."

Frodo and the others in the distance heard the conversation between Bilbo and Legolas, and thanks to the keen hearing of the hobbits, they could hear it even if they didn't want to eavesdrop.

"Frodo, I dare say Bilbo is in love with that Elven Prince!" laughed Merry. "Look how happy he is. I haven't seen Bilbo laugh so much for a long time!"

"Not necessarily, Bilbo was only curious about elves, and he never said he would find me an elf aunt." Frodo smiled, covering his mouth.

"Prince Legolas is so handsome that anyone with eyes would love him, not to mention a wise man like Bilbo!" said Pippin proudly. Mr. Bilbo Baggins has it for himself, and what a thing it is that a noble elf should be our kinsman!"

"I think Merry should think first of all that he is going to be Lothor's kin." Frodo winked at Merry.

Merry was suddenly discouraged: "My God! I really don't understand why he is pestering me. He should be chasing Frodo, right?"

"Apparently he doesn't have high taste," sneered Sam.

Legolas cast a glance at the chattering young hobbits, and said to Bilbo, "Your nephews, it seems, won't be bored anywhere."

"Aren't they all..." Bilbo was about to clarify the relationship between them, but suddenly stopped talking, who knows when the news will reach Rosso's ears, "Yes, my nephews always learn I won't shut up, but at least it's better than the boring gourd."

Legolas chuckled, "Such a family is enviable."

"Our lives are very simple and happy indeed," said Bilbo, "as it usually is." He was pleased to find that Legolas was not at all as cold and arrogant as he had feared, and that his kindness was from the bottom of his heart, unlike Thor Lin behaves completely differently.

"The Shire has given me many surprises," said Legolas, "I like the pastoral scenery here, and you happy hobbits." He looked into the living room: "I don't seem to see Aragorn The king and his friends."

At the mention of Thorin, Bilbo turned a little mean at once: "I suppose the friends of the King of Aragorn must think that the occasion is demeaning."

Legolas seemed surprised by Bilbo's attitude: "Are you familiar with the King of the Mountain?"

"King of the Hill?" Bilbo repeated the word blankly.

"It is the lord named Thorin Oakenshield," Legolas laughed. "It seems that you don't know his great title."

Bilbo suddenly realized, and then said without interest: "I've known him only a few days, and I haven't spoken a few words to him."

Legolas smiled melancholy: "I have known him for many years, since he was a child."

Bilbo was very surprised. He remembered the cold attitude of the two when they met in the street. It was not like the behavior of people on good terms: "But..."

"I don't blame you for being surprised," Legolas said slowly, "You probably noticed that our meeting was very awkward."

"I did find out," admitted Bilbo.

"Excuse me," said Legolas, looking at Bilbo inquiringly, "do you know Thorin well?"

"I spent four nights with him under one roof," said Bilbo, "and in my limited acquaintance I found him to be a very disagreeable fellow!"

Legolas expressed disbelief: "I thought no one would think that but me."

This time it was Bilbo's turn to wonder: "Nobody likes him in Hobbiton! Every hobbit has had enough of his arrogance!" Maybe Pippin didn't care so much, Bilbo added in his mind. Well, that boy Pippin said, if he was as rich as Thorin, he didn't care how arrogant he would be, and he'd keep a lot of ponies and drink a cask of wine a day.It was a good thing Pippin was not so rich, thought Bilbo, otherwise he would have been responsible for taking Pippin's glass every day.

Legolas pretended to look around casually again: "Do you know how long he plans to stay in Shire?"

"I don't know," said Bilbo in a soothing tone, "but I hope his presence won't interfere with your plans to stay here for a while."

Legolas raised his chin slightly: "Thank you, but I shouldn't be hiding from Sorin. If Sorin doesn't want to see me, he can leave by himself." He lowered his head thoughtfully: "I have nothing to do with him. Well, it's all because he treated me unfairly. Both he and I lived for many years in Rivendell, the domain of Elrond, the half-elf, where Thorin was brought up to be precise, and we were very close at the time. But then I But he was sent to the Lonely Mountain as a hostage, because he refused to make an alliance with my father Thranduil if he didn’t use this method to reassure Sorin. Later, I fled the Lonely Mountain privately, which made the relationship between the two countries tense. Lin hated me even more because of it."

Bilbo was deeply angry immediately, and he complained for Legolas: "I really didn't expect Thorin to be so bad! Forcing his childhood friend as a hostage to gain benefits, it is almost a loss of the king's status! He should be recognized by the public. blame!"

"Perhaps in the future his behavior will be clearly seen by everyone," Legolas said, "but I should not be the one who exposed him. I have to take care of King Elrond who has taken care of us for many years." Legolas Si didn't tell the real reason, only he knew that he was still nostalgic for the days when three inseparable good partners lived carefree in Rivendell many years ago.

Bilbo was still indignant: "I don't understand why Thorin has the right to be so arrogant. If I had something like you, I would be much angrier!"

Legolas smiled wryly: "Anyway, I finally returned to my father safely. I have not lost my freedom, and I can still visit such a beautiful place as Shire. At least my current life is satisfactory to me." Although he said so Said, but the shadows in his eyes didn't look like the slightest bit of satisfaction, he must still care about the past, and now the unpleasant past was brought up again, because of Thorin's appearance, or someone or something.

In the evening, Bilbo told Frodo about Legolas. Rationally he thought it wrong to share these dark secrets with his young nephew, but emotionally he felt uncomfortable.

Good Frodo refused to believe that Thorin was such a despicable person at any rate: "Mr. Thorin admired his grandfather and father very much. He put the honor of the family above his own life. How could he do such a small thing?" What about man's behavior? If he's so bad, how can his friends not notice?"

Bilbo insisted: "I'd rather believe that Aragorn and the others were deceived by Thorin than that Legolas was lying."

"I suppose you're in love with Legolas, Bilbo," said Frodo helplessly.

Bilbo didn't hide it: "I like him, yes, who wouldn't like him? He's so frank and kind, and I guess he's also a man of taste, and loves life and new things."

Frodo smiled childishly. "I'm glad you're in love with someone, Bilbo. I can't trust the new elf prince completely, but I only hope you're happy."

Bilbo also laughed: "I'm not like you, a fledgling young man. I know how to judge a person's character. Don't worry about me!"

So Frodo left Bilbo's study, and returned to his own bedroom in his rather long nightshirt.After watching his nephew leave, Bilbo closed his book contentedly, and had already started to plan some beautiful things in his heart.