little gentleman

Following the custom of the hobbits, the king chose a sunny and warm night to hold the banquet in the open air on the river beach, which was the only place in Hobbiton that could accommodate enough hobbits.There will be plenty of food and plenty of wine at the banquet, after all, nothing is more important to a hobbit than eating.

The human king named Aragorn entered the arena with his friends. He was dressed in human clothing, not too luxurious, but it showed his tall and straight figure. With a friendly smile on his face, he surrounded everyone decently The hobbit nodded.His friends are also elegant and calm, and the gorgeous but not exaggerated costume of the beautiful female guest attracts the envious eyes of all the hobbit girls.

A friend beside Aragorn attracted everyone's attention. He was an unsmiling dwarf. Although he was shorter than Aragorn, his face was more handsome. People fall.Everyone talked about this dwarf named Thorin Oakenshield. They have already asked around and learned that Thorin is also a respectable king. Unlike Aragorn, Thorin is also quite rich. His palace is piled with mountains of gold and precious stones, which is unparalleled in other countries.

The girls couldn't take their eyes off Thorin. They talked about him in low voices, their hearts were pounding, and some bold ones even went up to talk to Thorin.

But soon everyone discovered that Thorin was so arrogant that it was infuriating!They stopped complimenting him, and whispered that Thorin was far less amiable and lovely than his friends, and even though he was rich, he couldn't offset his annoyingness, so Aragorn's image in the eyes of everyone was even more stalwart, and this king got more respect and admiration.

Although everyone loves Aragorn, not everyone can be loved by Aragorn.At the banquet scene, there were not many lucky people who were really noticed by the human king, and Frodo was one of them, the only one to be precise.From the very beginning, Aragorn's eye was attracted by this handsome little hobbit, and he asked the older hobbit who this little fellow was, and asked for an introduction.Hobbits don't understand human etiquette. In Shire, if you want to meet a girl or boy, you just need to go up to her/him and say hello, but the upper class of human beings pays attention to social etiquette. People, no matter the same sex or the opposite sex, must be introduced by a friend they both know before they can talk. This kind of formality seems strange and troublesome to the hobbit, who hates all complicated things.

Frodo, who had never seen the world, was a little nervous and overwhelmed when Aragorn came to him. It was not until Aragorn condescended to squat in front of him and looked gently into his eyes that he finally smiled simply, which was quite polite. Greet the king.Then Aragorn politely took him by the little hand, and led him into the midst of the dancing hobbits--there was no real dance-floor here, and the people were all dancing on the grass.The two of them just held hands and circled among the jumping hobbits. Aragorn was not familiar with the local dances, and Frodo was not used to dancing with such tall partners.Although Aragorn was very careful, the size gap between humans and hobbits was too large, and the petite Frodo was almost lifted off the ground.

Bilbo was very good at dancing, but there were no girls left alone, so for a long time he had to sit on one side.He nervously watched his nephew bouncing about the dance floor--it was just a bouncing--fearing that Frodo would be accidentally swung out by the humans, and secretly cursing Aragorn for not wringing himself before the feast began. ankle.

Perhaps a day before Frodo could have said frankly that he had no special affection for the King of Men but was only interested in new things, but now he was indeed in love.Bilbo could see the strange brilliance on Frodo's face, which made him more beautiful and lovely. Frodo looked at Aragorn with eager and focused eyes, which were obviously no longer simple curiosity and admiration.

Poor Frodo, the silly boy is at last in love with the King of Men!

Now was not the time to moan, and in any case, Bilbo could not fault Aragorn, who was a handsome human being and not the flamboyant liar he had imagined.And Aragorn was evidently intent on winning Frodo's favor, and there was nothing or anyone at this feast to separate the two of them, and Bilbo could not talk to Frodo until after the feast was over.Thinking of this, Bilbo picked up a large glass of ale and took a swig so hard that he almost choked himself.

Thorin Oakenshield floated around the banquet scene like a gloomy shadow, looking at the people around him with critical and disgusting eyes. He only had a relationship with the human female guest--the female guest was human but tall Petite, and Thorin was tall for a dwarf, and they were about the same size—danced a couple of dances, and stood by the side ever since.Although there were many hobbit girls who became wall girls because there were fewer male guests than female guests, Thorin was still indifferent.

Aragorn couldn't bear to see his friend's behavior anymore, he took time to get close to Thorin: "Sorin, I can't let you stand here stupidly, you must come and dance!"

"Your sister is dancing with someone else, and all the women here are too stupid for me to bear except her!" Thorin said irritably.

"Oh, you difficult dwarf! There are so many lovely girls here. I have never seen so many beautiful girls in my life!" Aragorn said what he really thought.

"Of course you think so," Thorin said meaningfully. "The only pretty little fellow here is dancing with you!"

"Frodo is really likable, he is the purest and most beautiful creature I have ever seen!" Aragorn admired sincerely, "But I know that Frodo has an uncle who is very nice and good-looking , Do you want my dance partner to introduce you? Oh, I saw him sitting there!" Aragorn saw Bilbo sitting not far away.

Thorin turned his head and looked at Bilbo, and said, "He's all right, but not handsome enough to impress me. I advise you to go back to your partner and admire his smiling face, and don't waste your time with me. body, Aragorn."

Aragorn heeded Thorin's advice, and he soon returned to Frodo, and Thorin continued to stand alone in the shadows.

They did not know that Bilbo had heard the conversation just now, and that hobbits could hear much better than men and dwarves, and they obviously did not know it.Of course, Bilbo was not the only one who heard the conversation, and Sam, Merry and Pippin around him had already understood it. The kind Sam lowered his head and pretended nothing happened, but Merry and Pippin couldn't help laughing. sound.

The ball was a good one for the most part, with full bellies and good dancing among the young people--Merry and Pippin most of all, who hopped and danced over the tables, and trampled many plates over.

At the climax of the ball, Gandalf appears.Aragorn embraced his old friend warmly, and offered him a mug of beer himself, but Gandalf declined, and asked for a little glass of red wine.

"You are always like this, old man!" Aragorn smiled and patted Gandalf on the shoulder.

The children yelled, "Gandalf! Fireworks! Fireworks!"

Gandalf smiled calmly and set out some weird-shaped fireworks. With a wave of the staff in his hand, the beautiful fireworks shot straight into the night sky, changing into various wonderful shapes, including eagles, rabbits, fire-breathing monster dragons, and so on. A hobbit with Padfoot.

The children cheered.

Then it was not so worth cheering, with a loud noise, the small tent where Gandalf stored the fireworks was blown up into the sky, all kinds of fireworks flew up, and two hobbits were also blown black.

"Merry! Pippin!" Bilbo ran towards him, angry and frightened. "You two bloody boys! Look at what you've done!"

The two raised their two dark faces at the same time.

"Pippin did it! He insisted on touching those fireworks!" said Merry, angry and frightened.

"I'm just curious..." Pippin murmured carefully knowing that he was wrong.

"Go home! You should have had enough!" Bilbo snapped.

The two young hobbits staggered to their feet, and went home in despair.

Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no danger.

In the distance, proud Thorin was watching Bilbo.Although Thorin didn't like Bilbo at the first glance, and found him completely unattractive, but in a blink of an eye, he found that the hobbit ran very lightly, like a little rabbit; he was picky. Bilbo was not handsome enough, but he had to admit that his dark-gold curls were lively and playful, and his rosy cheeks were delicate and lovely; , but unconsciously felt that this little guy was full of vitality and healthy beauty.

At this time, the banquet was coming to an end, and people left in twos and threes, chatting and laughing from time to time.

Aragorn seemed unable to bear to let Frodo go, and he insisted on sending Frodo home.But Frodo declined: "Our house is just across the way, my lord, and there is never any danger in Hobbiton save to trip over your own feet."

"Call me Aragorn!" Aragorn corrected.

His tone was a little too authoritative, and the little hobbit was startled and nervous again.

Aragorn thought it was funny, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by another hobbit.

"Sorry, Sire, I think I'll take my nephew home, it's his bedtime!" said Bilbo politely.

"Uncle, I am of age!" said Frodo, who did not want Bilbo to treat him like a child to outsiders.

"Mr. Bilbo talks a lot, and Frodo is tired, I suppose," said Aragorn, bending his noble form to look at Frodo. "Good night, Frodo!"

"Good night, my lord... Aragorn!" said Frodo, smiling.

"Good night, Your Majesty," Bilbo saluted Aragorn briefly.

"Good night, Mr. Bilbo." Aragorn smiled and watched the two leave.

Bilbo led Frodo away without looking back, not noticing Thorin was watching him.