little gentleman

The next morning, Bilbo, who was usually an early riser, did not get up until the sun was shining.Last night's party went on late into the night, and he'd had too much ale, enough to bring down a pony.Bilbo, though he drank well, seldom drank so much that it would cause many subsequent troubles, such as a headache the next day, and miss breakfast.Bilbo pushed open the window, and the bright sunlight streamed into the neat Bag End hole, and warmed his hairy insteps.He went into the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast--to Bilbo's chagrin there was only enough time for one breakfast.

Frodo was not up yet, and the little one was very tired yesterday, and he shouldn't have played so wildly.But as far as madness goes, those boys Merry and Pippin are the worst ones, and I hope yesterday's fire disaster didn't burn them.

Hard-working Sam was already busy in the garden, and he was weeding the rose-plants under the window.

"Good morning, Sam!" said Bilbo, yawning out of the window.

"Good morning, Master Baggins." Sam seemed to be preoccupied, with an absent-minded look.

"Sam, are you going to cut off that unopened bud?" Bilbo noticed Sam's abnormal state.

"Ah, bad!" Sam moved the scissors away as if his hands were scalded, but the delicate flower buds had already fallen off, and he was so scared that he apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean it!"

"I can see that you have gone off on purpose," said Bilbo. "Come in and have breakfast with us."

Sam entered the room listlessly, and sat down at the long table covered with a tablecloth.

Bilbo put the kettle on the stove, and brought up a tray of pastries. "You seem very unhappy. What's the matter?"

Sam fiddled with the saucer in front of him, and hesitated a moment, not daring to look directly at Bilbo, before whispering, "Mr Frodo had a great time yesterday."

"Yes, all the hobbits saw it," said Bilbo, "and God bless the boy's soles are not worn out!"

"He seems to like that king, the human king." Sam looked even more depressed.

Bilbo sighed. "It seems that Frodo can't be brought back. I never saw him so happy around anyone."

"Do you think Mr. Frodo would be happy, if he were Queen of Gondor?" asked Sam cautiously.

"All the girls in Hobbiton think they are very happy to be Queen of Gondor," said Bilbo. "As for Frodo, he doesn't know the King yet, and the King has just met him. Who can guarantee that they will be happy if they fell in love in such a hurry like two fools?"

"I do think happiness is happiness in having Mr. Frodo," said Sam, "even if we marry him one day after knowing him, and get to know him all our lives."

"I've raised him half my life, and he's made me suffer a lot!" Bilbo stood up, took the boiling kettle, filled a beautiful teapot with hot water, and poured hot water on two small teapots of the same set. Pour tea into the cup.He brought the tea to the table with the sugar bowl and the milk jug.

"Frodo will definitely make people happy, but that king may not be sure." Sam's eyes were full of distrust.

"Perhaps the same conversation is going on at the Strand now," laughed Bilbo, imitating the human voice, "'It would be a happy thing to marry the King of Aragorn, but to marry the Queen of the Hobbit But not necessarily!'"

"Haha!" Sam was finally amused, luckily he hadn't stuffed food into his mouth yet.

Frodo, who had just risen, came to the kitchen with the clatter of footsteps, his curly hair tousled, and his pajamas, half-buttoned, almost unbuttoned.He rubbed his eyes sleepily and asked, "Bilbo, what are you talking about so funny?"

"Telling you're going to miss your second breakfast!" Bilbo put down his third glass.

"Oh! that is impossible!" said Frodo, sitting down hastily to the table.

It was a bit late, but the breakfast was satisfying, but the king and his banquet would always be the talk of the king and his feast, which would be the biggest talking point in Hobbiton for a long time.

"It was a wonderful feast last night, wasn't it, Bilbo?" said Frodo with unconcealed excitement. "Aragorn was so generous, kind, and chivalrous, and..." His voice dropped, because See Bilbo's half-smile expression.

"He's still handsome, which is a lot for a single man," Bilbo said, jokingly, for him.

"No, he is respectable even if he is not handsome!" argued Frodo, blushing.

Sam's expression was unnatural.

"But it won't win the hearts of so many silly children." Bilbo gave Frodo another piece of cake. "Fill your stomach quickly, you must have been exhausted last night!"

Someone knocked at the green door of Bag End, and Sam went to open it, and in came Pippin and Merry.

"It is good to see that you two are not charred," said Bilbo. "We are having breakfast, and you are welcome to join us."

"Excellent! I only had one breakfast today!" shouted Pippin, running in, followed by Merry.

"Frodo, you were in the spotlight yesterday, you were the center of attention!" cried Pippin.

"It's the king who gets the show, and Frodo is only in the limelight," corrected Bilbo.

"Isn't the King dancing with him, every dance with him, that's not a show?" said Pippin, fussing.

"The hearts of the other girls would be broken, but the King was all Frodo's all by himself!" laughed Merry.

"You must have conquered the King, Frodo!" Pippin took Frodo's hands joyfully.

"Hey, he's eating!" Bilbo reminded Pippin, "get his right hand off at least!"

Pippin looked at Bilbo, then smiled as if suddenly remembering something: "Oh, poor Bilbo! Only 'tolerable'!"

"What 'passable'?" Frodo looked at his uncle suspiciously.

Bilbo made no answer, but went on eating his breakfast slowly.

"It's the king's dwarf friend," said Merry. "He's not friendly at all, and he's very arrogant!"

"And he spoke ill of dear Bilbo," added Pippin. "He thought we couldn't hear, but it would be a great mistake to underestimate the hobbit's ears!"

Then, Pippin and Merry described to Frodo how Thorin had said insolently about Bilbo, and Pippin imitated Thorin's tone exaggeratedly: "'He's all right, but Not pretty enough to impress me.'”

Several people couldn't help laughing, even Bilbo laughed too.

"Bilbo, next time that arrogant guy asks you to dance, you must not agree to him!" Merry complained for Bilbo.

"Of course, even if he gave me all the gems in his palace, I wouldn't pay him any attention!" said Bilbo lightly, for he wasn't interested in gems.

Meanwhile, another conversation was going on at Riverside Manor.

"This is such a terrible place. I have never seen such a primitive and uncivilized tribe!" Aragorn's sister, Princess Gillean, said while taking a sip of tea gracefully.

Aragorn corrected his sister: "This is not a primitive tribe, Jill, this is a hobbit village."

"All the same!" said Gilraine disgustedly. "These hobbits are loud and rude, and as small as a cripple."

"I think hobbits are simple and honest. As for their height, it is just a racial characteristic. Maybe we are tall monsters in their eyes." Aragorn completely disagreed with his sister's evaluation of hobbits.

Gilraine's beautiful eyes rolled: "But that Frodo Baggins is a sweet little darling."

"He is the cutest little guy I have ever seen!" Aragorn praised nostalgicly, "So pure and so beautiful!"

So it was decided that he was a sweet little chap, and Jillraine said, "We should have him at the Manor, and I'll write to him tomorrow!"

But Thorin didn't think little Frodo was perfect: "He laughs too much."

Gilleen looked at Thorin charmingly: "Hobbits can't control their mouths, they are either eating or laughing! Oh, and the famous Bilbo Baggins, I thought he would be a beauty Son!"

Thorin said coldly, "If he's a beauty, those two boys who got blown up by the fireworks will be wise men!" But he couldn't help thinking of Bilbo, and thinking of his expressive, round face. .