little gentleman

Now Bag End is either too lively or too deserted. When it is busy, Aragorn and the others visit, and when it is quiet, Frodo and Meripippin go to the Riverside Manor to play.

Today Frodo and the others went to the Bank Manor again, and Bilbo and Sam stayed at home, and Bag End seemed too quiet.Bilbo usually hated the noise of Merry and Pippin, but he found it a little lonely when the two boys were not at home.

Sam commented on it too: "Merry and Pippin are always running across the river more often than Mr. Frodo!"

"I reckon they call it home—since Boromir came," Bilbo said disdainfully.

"They all seem to like Mr. Boromir, but which one does Mr. Boromir like?" Sam was worried about the two silly boys.

Bilbo thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I can't see at all which Boromir likes better. It looks like he likes both."

After the second breakfast, Sam continued to clean up the garden. The tomatoes are growing well, and this year's competition is expected to come out on top.

Bilbo was reading in his study, and a line had just been written in the notebook in front of him.Bill had wanted to write a book of his adventures since his return from Mordor, but too much had changed these days to keep him busy.

Suddenly Sam cried out of the window: "What a big deer! Oh, it's an elf! He's so beautiful!"

Bilbo ran to the window to look out, and saw a deer with a pair of huge horns coming towards Bag End, followed by some elves who looked like entourage, and riding on the back of the deer was an elf in fine clothes, His glamorous beauty is slightly inferior to that of Legolas. He is the elf king Thranduil of Mirkwood.

"Why did he come here?" Bilbo ran to the door to greet him in surprise.He didn't know why this noble elf king came suddenly. Ithelanduil's temper would never put such a small place in Shire in his eyes, otherwise Legolas would not have gone to Shire in the first place Hide quiet.

Thranduil, who was riding a deer, had come before Bilbo and Sam, and he and his deer held their beautiful heads proudly: "Mr. Bilbo Baggins, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Bilbo saluted Thranduil. He wondered how the deer could be used as a tool for long-distance travel, and wouldn't Thranduil feel uncomfortable riding on it for such a long time?

Thranduil jumped off the deer lightly and gracefully, and walked slowly in front of Bilbo, still without losing a trace of dignity: "I guess, this is one of your nephews?"

Sam looked from Thranduil to Bilbo in bewilderment.

Bilbo remembered his trick of tricking Rosso, and could not help crying to himself: "Uh...that's right, this is one of my nephews, and he is the excellent gardener I introduced to you."

Thranduil lowered his long eyelashes obliquely, and glanced at Sam with his incomparably beautiful blue eyes: "He looks like an honest and responsible young man, he deserves admiration."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Sam didn't know which part Thranduil and Bilbo sang, so he could only follow along.

"Come in and sit down, Your Majesty." Bilbo let Thranduil in through the door.

The elegant and noble Elven King almost scratched his face on the chandelier. He was taller than Gandalf and Aragorn, but he didn't like to bend down. As a result, his beautiful face and the chandelier came into close contact.Fortunately, Thranduil had strong self-control, and without saying a word, he untied a strand of long hair at his side from the dangling chandelier, which was caught by the iron hook of the chandelier just now.

"I think I'm going to be jealous of the chandelier," whispered Sam in Bilbo's ear.

Thranduil had a keen ear, but he said nothing.

"Will this cave be very cold and damp in winter?" Thranduil asked critically.

"No, it's very warm in winter, and we always keep the fire burning brightly," answered Bilbo.

"The windows in the living room don't get enough light, don't you think it's dark?" Thranduil commented again.

"No, we think it's okay, the light in the study is better." Bilbo couldn't guess the purpose of Thranduil's trip, but it didn't look like there would be anything good—it doesn't look like the Elf King is here to guide Bag End Hole decoration comes.

Thranduil suddenly changed the subject: "I think the area under the hillside is quite wild, can you accompany me for a walk, Mr. Baggins?"

Although Bilbo thought the question was awkward, he agreed: "Of course, Your Majesty."

Thranduil and Bilbo walked all the way down the slope, where there were few people and it was a quiet place.Thranduil walked in front, and Bilbo swayed his short legs frequently to keep up, and he had to be careful not to step on the gorgeous rear train of the Elven King's robe.

Thranduil stopped suddenly, and Bilbo nearly bumped his head on his ass—Bilbo never intended to put his eyes there, but Thranduil was walking ahead of him, and his height Also just enough to see there.

Thranduil said quietly: "Mr. Baggins, I think you must know why I called you out."

The second monk Bilbozhang couldn't figure it out: "I'm afraid I don't understand what His Majesty means."

Thranduil suddenly became strict: "Please stop pretending to be confused, Mr. Bilbo Baggins!"

Bilbo hated the arrogant tone: "How shall I know if you don't make it clear?"

Thranduil raised his voice and said, "Have you nothing to say about Thorin Oakenshield? Are you not engaged?"

Bilbo was very surprised. He never expected that Thranduil would come to Thorin's affairs: "Where did the word of engagement come from?"

"You should ask yourself this question, Mr. Baggins." Thranduil frowned, "I heard that you seduced Thorin early in the morning, when you were a guest in Mirkwood!"

Bilbo remembered Thorin's proposal to him in Mirkwood, but only the two of them knew about it. How could it have reached Thranduil's ears?

"Your Majesty, not to mention the need for evidence to accuse a man—I'm afraid it's not your turn to accuse me of whomever I am engaged to, or intend to be engaged to," said Bilbo curtly.

"Is this the hobbit's manners? It really is the educational achievement of the community school!" Thranduil teased, "I have no interest in interfering in your affairs, but I have the right to intervene when it involves my beloved child Yes! You stole his fiancé!"

"Me? They broke off the engagement by themselves. What does it have to do with me?" Bilbo couldn't laugh or cry.

"At first I also believed this story," Thranduil stared at Bilbo fiercely with his beautiful eyes, "but then I found out that it was because of you, a little-known hobbit, that you Broken their engagement!"

"I repeat: I have nothing to do with the breaking of the engagement between Thorin and your son!" said Bilbo, word for word.

Thranduil seemed to be a little shaken at last: "Are you and Sorin engaged?"

Bilbo pondered for a moment: "No." He was not good at lying, and he didn't want to lie to Thranduil.

Thranduil's eyes shone with hope: "Can you promise that you will never be engaged to him?"

"No, I cannot," said Bilbo firmly.

Thranduil finally got angry: "You unreasonable hobbit! Are you deliberately trying to destroy my son's happiness?"

"What about breaking it? Their engagement is gone!" Bilbo was angry too. "Besides, it will be his misfortune if you force Legolas to keep that damned engagement!"

Thranduil was taken aback by Bilbo's brusque manner of speaking: "How dare you speak to me like that! Do you deserve an engagement to Legolas' fiancé, the King of the Lonely Mountain, as an impertinent countryman? "

"Why not?" said Bilbo, stiffening his neck. "Thorin is a gentleman, and so am I!"

"But who is your nephew?" Thranduil was very contemptuous, "Your nephew named Frodo, he actually did such a scandalous elopement! It was he who ruined Legolas' reputation, and perhaps also Indirectly ruined his engagement!"

Bilbo was already starting to walk back: "You've humiliated me enough, I don't want to hear you humiliating my nephew! If anything, I think your son got Flo bad." How much!"

"You stubborn hobbit! Are you determined to snatch Legolas' fiancé?" Thranduil pursued, "If you don't want to think about my son, you might as well think about Thorin. , marrying someone of low status like you, his prestige in the Council of Elders will plummet!"

"I will be very happy to be married to Mr. Thorin, and I don't need to think about anything else!" said Bilbo angrily.

"You are so arrogant!" Thranduil has never been so angry. "I have never seen such a selfish and arrogant person like you. Not only do you not deserve to be a spouse, you are even more unworthy to be a father! Even if it is just a foster father!"

Bilbo couldn't help sneering: "I dare not claim to be an excellent father, but my nephews live happily under my protection. And you, noble King Thranduil, your dominance makes Legolas very painful , you might as well be like Lord Elrond like his father!"

Thranduil was too angry to speak, but besides the anger, there seemed to be other emotions in his chest, ready to come out.At this time they were about to walk back to Bag End, and Thranduil flicked his gorgeous long hair: "I won't say goodbye to you, Mr. Baggins, you are not worthy!" more hasty.

Bilbo looked at the back of Thranduil and his entourage going away, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Looks like he's angry." Sam walked up to Bilbo at some point.

"Very angry!" said Bilbo.

"But he's just as beautiful and charming even when he's angry, so I don't think I can bear any grudges against him!" Sam looked at the elves who were fading away.

"I feel the same way. I'm obviously very angry, but now I want to find someone else to get angry with." Bilbo said helplessly.

"Here's a ready punching bag," said Sam, handing Bilbo a letter that had just arrived.

Bilbo took it to see that it was from Rosso, and frowned in disgust: "What does this bastard want to do?"

Shaking open the letter paper, the first half was full of congratulatory greetings, congratulations to Bilbo's nephew Frodo on his marriage with the King of Men, and so on. Bilbo skipped over it at a glance, but the second half was rather interesting:

My humble hearsay: After your nephew is engaged, your Excellency will also be engaged in a few days, and the person who chooses the marriage contract is the most honorable person in the world.However, the nobleman's former fiancé's father - Thranduil, King of the Mirkwood - will surely be furious upon hearing this, and it will be difficult to let it go.I am abrupt, thinking about the friendship of relatives, and hastily advised: Your Excellency knows the poverty of your house, you must think twice before acting, and don't try to favor the noble, so as not to humiliate the noble's family and damage your own reputation.Remember remember!

Bilbo sneered: "The letter is too late!"

Sam asked curiously: "Bilbo, what does that Rosso want? After you went out to see Mr. Frodo, the fellow came to Bag End, and he is still thinking about the property!"

"Hmph! I'm not going to let him have it!" said Bilbo. "I'm going to live for decades, and I'm sure I can think of a way in the meantime!"

Although Rosso wrote such a warning letter, Bilbo did not think that the informer could be Rosso, who was a nasty sycophant, very good at flattery, but not very intelligent in other respects.But now it doesn't matter who participated in Bilbo's book in front of Thranduil. Thranduil has already sent himself to scold Bilbo, and I don't know how he will retaliate afterwards.