little gentleman

The eagles flew as far as the capital of Rohan, and set down gently the adventurers to safety.Thorin ran to Bilbo as soon as his feet hit the ground, while the hobbit was still unconscious and bleeding from his brow.

"Bilbo, wake up!" Thorin hugged Bilbo's soft body and called softly. He didn't dare to shake Bilbo or slap Bilbo's face, which might cause further damage.

On the other side, Legolas finally had a chance to face Aragorn.

"I didn't expect you to come," Legolas smiled softly, a little bitterly. "For whom did you come? For me or for Frodo?"

"For both of you," said Aragorn.

"I don't believe you, you probably just took me along to save little Frodo." Legolas said angrily.

"No, if you were alone, I would come too," said Aragorn. "You are my most important friend, and that will never change." He put his palm on Legolas' shoulder reassuringly, Gives the elf's favorite smile.

Legolas returned a somewhat disappointed smile: "Thank you, Aragorn." He walked away, leaving space for another person.

Frodo had been standing a little far behind Legolas, and he felt that Aragorn and Legolas stood so harmoniously together, as if no one could get between them.He wanted to walk away while they were not paying attention, but found that Aragorn had already walked towards him.

Aragorn knelt down and looked Frodo in the eye. "Hey, little fellow!"

"Thank... thank you, Aragorn." Frodo avoided Aragorn's affectionate gaze.

"You are frightened, are you?" Aragorn asked mildly.

"No, I'm not afraid... perhaps a little... but I'm not afraid now." Frodo's little fair face turned red, and it was lovely.

Aragorn really wanted to take the little guy into his arms and kiss his cute little face.But he remembered what Thorin had told him, that Frodo did not love him equally.

"Don't worry, you are safe, and soon you will be able to return home and live happily as before." Aragorn said with a smile, "As long as your uncle recovers, I will send you back."

Frodo felt extremely sad. When he saw Aragorn come to rescue him, he had once again rekindled hope, but now it seems that Aragorn will save him only because of integrity and nobility-maybe Aragorn wants to save him. Only Legolas was saved, who would give up a beautiful elf for a dwarf?

"Thank you, I..." Frodo hesitated to speak, his little face flushed.

"Huh?" Aragorn waited patiently for him to speak.

"I... I am glad... to see you again," said Frodo, and suddenly he could not help crying, and the crystal tears welled up from his clear eyes, shining pure like diamonds.

"What is it, Frodo?" said Aragorn for a moment in a panic, not knowing why the little hobbit was crying.He grabbed Frodo's shoulders in a panic. "Why are you crying, Frodo?"

"I thought . . . I was going to die . . . never see you again!" Frodo tried desperately to stop his sobs, but the tears grew more and more.

Aragorn took Frodo into his arms, and Frodo wept on Aragorn's warm and generous breast.Aragorn would touch Frodo's curls whenever he looked down, and the lovely little curls tickled his nose, and it smelled as warm as sunshine and grass.

Bilbo came to himself slowly, and soon he felt a terrible headache. His vision gradually recovered, and Thorin's anxious face came into view.

"Bilbo! Can you hear me? How do you feel?" Although Thorin was anxious, he didn't dare to call too loudly in Bilbo's ear.

"It looks like someone's smashing my head for a walnut!" Bilbo frowned and rubbed his head.

Thorin pressed his hand: "Don't touch it! You're still bleeding!"

"Where is this?" Bilbo sat up with the help of Thorin's arm, and saw the sight of a human city.

From a distance, a tall and handsome man rushed over, it was Eomer: "Everyone, if you fall from the sky next time, please notify me in advance!"

The residents of the city thought that something terrible had happened when they saw the eagle approaching the border. When Éomer rushed to the square, he found that Aragorn and his party had returned.

Bilbo turned his head slightly, and looked at Thorin searchingly: "Are we back? Are we all back?"

"They're all back." Thorin said with a smile.

Bilbo remembered something important: "Where is Frodo? Where is he?"

Thorin raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and pointed in the direction of Aragorn.Bilbo looked carefully, and saw that Frodo was almost lost in Aragorn's arms.

"He didn't come to say hello to his wounded uncle!" Bilbo complained unhappily, and now his head ached again, and he hissed painfully. Hurrying through the valley full of bugs! Ah, the most hateful thing is that I was knocked on the head by a half-orc!"

Thorin couldn't help laughing. "It seems that there is nothing wrong with your head, Bilbo."

"My skull is harder than the average hobbit," said Bilbo gruffly.

With Thorin's help, Bilbo staggered up from the ground, and he went to Aragorn and Frodo.Aragorn saw Bilbo and let go of Frodo sheepishly.Frodo stopped crying at last, and looked at his uncle with red rabbit eyes: "Bilbo, are you all right?"

"Not dead yet!" Bilbo scowled. "Listen, you wretched boy: run away from home again and I'll knock you over the head with a goblin club! And cancel all your desserts!"

"Bilbo!" said Frodo, half bowing his head in embarrassment, ashamed of being taught by his uncle in front of Aragorn.

"Come here!" said Bilbo, pulling Frodo past him, and clasping the young nephew in his arms. "I'm glad you're all right!"

Frodo put his arms around Bilbo again, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Bilbo."

Bard and Gandalf argued endlessly.

"You should have summoned the eagle in the first place, it would have saved us a lot of trouble!" Bud said.

"This spell cannot be used casually. The eagle is a dignified race and will not obey the call easily." Gandalf said mysteriously.

"You mages always like to play tricks!" Bard scolded with a smile.

"We are called wizards because we have something special, don't we?" Gandalf said triumphantly.

"For example, this kind of immodest attitude is beyond the reach of ordinary people!" Bud sneered.

Thorin came over: "Bud."

"Oh, Your Majesty, what else do you want?" Bard asked Thorin mockingly.

Sorin was not annoyed by his attitude, but said solemnly: "You were indeed treated unfairly back then. If you wish, you can return to Changhu Town at any time."

Bud was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm used to living outside. Besides, I have a personal grievance to settle. I want to find that bastard liar Smaug!"

"Smaug? The thief?" Thorin's voice rose.

Bilbo heard the conversation between the two, and immediately came over: "Smaug is a thief?"

Thorin said coldly: "He stole the gold from the Lonely Mountain, and then flew away!"

"More than that," said Bud, "he experimented with a new potion he had stolen from gold, and it melted away! To escape, he swindled me of fish money—and I was caught shortly thereafter. expelled."

"I don't know where this guy is now, maybe he is still doing bad things in other places." Thorin said disdainfully.

Bilbo had to keep his mouth shut. After all, Smaug had helped him, and he had better not betray this strange fellow.

"No matter what, I will definitely find him and make him pay the price!" Bud said through gritted teeth.

Bilbo was taken aback. "Are you going to kill him?"

"Kill him? No, of course not!" said Bud. "I'll beat him up! And make him pay me back my fish money!"

I am afraid he has no money to pay, thought Bilbo.

The crowd was entertained by Theoden again in Rohan, and Gimli forced Legolas to drink, but he was the first to get drunk.No matter how many cups he drank, Legolas maintained an elegant image, but his fingers were a little numb.

At night, Legolas was blowing alone outside the castle, and the night wind blew his golden hair, which was more beautiful than moonlight.

"Hey, did drinking too much make you sleepy?" Jinli's mocking voice came from behind.

As much as he would have liked to stand shoulder to shoulder with Legolas, he was too short.

"I should ask you the same question." Legolas laughed.

Gimli snorted dissatisfiedly, and asked narrowly, "What the hell are you going to do in Mordor? Even if you want to run away from home, you don't have to go there, do you?"

"I didn't go to Mordor to run away from home," said Legolas. "I wanted to go to the East, where it is said that no warrior of any race can reach it."

"Oh? That's a good idea!" Jinli laughed while shaking his beard.

"It's a pity that I failed. I'm afraid my father is right. I will always be a stupid elf who can't even get out of the forest." Legolas said ruefully.

"No, what you lack is a reliable map and a thorough plan," Jin Li said in a drawn out voice, "and, a correct traveling companion!"

Legolas looked at Gimli with a little surprise, and then smiled: "Indeed, I need a good traveling companion!" He held out a hand to the dwarf.

Jinli didn't reach out to hold it, he lowered his head and kissed the elf's graceful hand.

Legolas froze, and even forgot to take his hand back.

Although Thorin thought that he should wait for Bilbo to recover from his injury, and Theoden and Eomer tried their best to persuade him to stay, but Bilbo insisted on returning the next day, and he couldn't wait to go back to Bag End.Although Frodo also longed to go home, but when it came to going, he was a little reluctant.

Aragorn and Boromir were going back to Gondor, and they decided to send the others to the northern border of Rohan and then return.Siuri lent them some good horses, and when they arrived at the station, these clever horses could go back by themselves.

Aragorn took Frodo to ride a tall horse, and Frodo was very disturbed for the first time on such a tall horse.Aragorn held him in his arms, and Frodo was nervous at first, but delighted at the closeness, and secretly resolved to cherish the short time and keep it in his memory forever. .Unexpectedly, due to the fatigue of the journey, Frodo soon fell asleep.Aragorn looked down at the little boy's soft and lovely sleeping face, and while everyone was not paying attention, he quietly left a light kiss on Frodo's slightly pouty lips.

Someone saw it, though, and Bilbo's eyesight was better than the others', and he kept his eyes on his nephew, but he said nothing.

Gimli and Legolas rode on the same horse. He sat behind the elf and hugged the flexible and slim waist in front with satisfaction. He felt that he was the first dwarf in history who was also happy riding a tall horse.

"Gimli, don't fall asleep, you will fall!" Legolas deliberately teased.

"How could I fall asleep?" Jinli yelled unhappily.He really couldn't sleep, the fresh smell of leaves on Legolas lifted his spirits.

Bilbo and Thorin rode on ponies, and they rode side by side.

"I can't believe it's all over," said Bilbo with emotion. "I was worried at first, but when it's over it's fun to take risks—if we're all safe."

"Adventure is a rare experience, which is much more exciting than reading many legendary stories." Thorin looked at Bilbo's face, he felt that this hobbit was different from before, but the simple and straightforward Temper, that was what attracted him to Bilbo.

After arriving at the inn, everyone will part ways here, Aragorn and Boromir will return to Gondor, Thorin and Gimli will return to the Lonely Mountain, Legolas will return to the Dark Forest, Bilbo, Frodo and Gandalf will continue peers.

Frodo didn't wake up until Aragorn let him down from his horse. He rubbed his eyes unhappily, regretting how he fell asleep so easily.

"I am going, Frodo, and hope to see you again," said Aragorn, stooping close to Frodo's face.

"I wish to see you again, Aragorn." But Frodo could not laugh.

Bilbo said farewell to Thorin alone: ​​"I should thank you, Thorin, for all that I have done for you."

Thorin didn't want to hear words of thanks: "I didn't do all this to ask you to thank me, I just wanted to do it for you."

Bilbo was moved for a moment by looking at Thorin's darkened blue eyes.

"We must go, Bilbo and Frodo, or we shall miss the stagecoach!" Gandalf interrupted them at the right time.

At last Boromir asked Bilbo to greet the Hobbiton boys, and Bilbo promised to bring his greetings.

Then, everyone set foot on their way home.