little gentleman

On Mondays, Pippin and Merry routinely came to Bag End for lunch--and usually supper too.Frodo complained about the behavior of the two of them: "You come to eat at least three days a week. Don't you have enough to eat at home?"

"Don't be so mean, Frodo," said Pippin, with his mouth full. "Bilbo is the best cook!"

Bilbo turned to Pippin this time: "Don't make such a fuss, Frodo, I've discovered long ago that I've actually adopted three—maybe four, and I dare say the silliest little hobbits in all the Shire sit In this room, there is another fool who accompanied him." He put the teacup on the saucer and continued to look at the documents in his hand.

Pippin and Merry looked at each other to see if Bilbo meant them both.

Sam came over with today's letters, sorted them out and put some of them on Bilbo's right hand.

"And this one," Bilbo smiled at Sam, "is the most sensible of the four, or the only one."

Sam handed Frodo a letter in a high-end envelope with an intricate and fancy pattern on the wax lacquer. Frodo looked at the address and said, "It's from Riverside Manor."

"A letter from King Aragorn to you? Great!" cried Merry. "Read it to us!"

Frodo opened the letter: "No, it was written by his sister Gilleen." He took out the valuable letter paper and shook it, and there were a few lines of beautiful handwriting on it:

Dear Frodo:

My cousin and best friend Louisa has just arrived in the Shire, and as soon as she arrives at the Strand, she screams to meet the cutest little hobbits in the area, which really annoys me!My brother and Thorin had both gone to town, and it was easy for two women to argue a lot when they were alone.If you don't come and have dinner with us today, my friendship with her is in danger like never before.

Yours faithfully Jillraine

"She invited me to supper," said Frodo, smiling.

"Of course you have to go, so you can see Aragorn again!" Pippin didn't know when he started calling Aragorn's name directly behind his back.

"No, he's gone to town, and I'm afraid I won't see him." Although Frodo was a little disappointed, he was still willing to go to the appointment. He felt that Gilraine was a noble and kind lady, and he hoped to become friends with her.

Frodo looked out of the window. The sky was overcast, and it seemed that it was going to rain. "Bilbo, may I borrow your rain blanket? Mine is broken."

"You use it to make a nest for stray cats, and of course it will be scratched." Bilbo snorted through his nose. "I think you'd better decline the invitation. You'll catch a cold going out in such bad weather."

Frodo was troubled: "But I don't want to disappoint my new friend."

"If she were your friend, she wouldn't let you go three miles in a thunderstorm." Bilbo didn't like that Princess Gilraine, who seemed to him as insolent as Thorin.

Suddenly Pippin jumped up and said, "You must go, Frodo! Put on your hat instead of your raincoat!"

"Why?" Frodo wondered at Pippin's suggestion.

"That's a very stupid suggestion. Do you want him to be soaked?" Bilbo scolded.

"Think of it, this is a rare opportunity! If Frodo came without his raincoat, they would surely have to keep him overnight, so that he could see Aragorn! Frodo, at last! , do you mean to come back without seeing him?" said Pippin triumphantly, as if he were a great wiser wiser than Gandalf.

"Pippin! How can I play such a game?" cried Frodo displeased.

"It is for your own good, Frodo, that an evening under the same roof is worth more than dancing at a party!" Pippin urged.

At last Frodo went out with only his hat on, and Pippin wished the rain as he saw him off.Bilbo had to grab him by the collar and drag him back through the door, lest his yelling be heard by all of Hobbiton.

However, the rain seemed to come a little earlier, which was not calculated by everyone.Five minutes had passed since Frodo had been out, when bright lightning flashed across the cloudy sky, thunder rolled in deafening thunder, and pea-sized raindrops came crackling and pouring down, beating the windows and chimneys rudely.

Bilbo looked out of the window worriedly, hoping that Frodo would come back without hesitation, but there was no one on the path before the door.He pictured with distress the little figure of Frodo running alone in the wilderness, driven by lightning and thunder, drenched in rain.

"I've got to go find him!" Bilbo strode to the wardrobe, and took out his rain blanket.

"You can't go, Bilbo," urged Merry. "He's much closer to the Strand than to Bag End now, and he'll be at the estate soon."

"I shouldn't have listened to Pippin!" said Bilbo regretfully.

"He'll be all right. He runs in the rain a lot." Pippin didn't care.

"That's light rain! And this," Bilbo said, pointing out the window angrily, "is a thunderstorm!"

"Essentially the same, except that there is a little more water..." The last part of Pippin's sentence was frightened back by Bilbo's fierce eyes.

"It's all your bad idea!" cried Sam. "I swear, if anything happens to Mr. Frodo, I'll beat you right over the frying pan!"

"Hey..." Pippin shrank behind the door.

Bilbo walked up and down like a warg in a cage, and the wooden floorboards of Bag End creaked under his bare feet.

The thunderstorm didn't last for a long time. After about half an hour, the clouds stopped and the rain stopped, and the sky cleared up. The bright sunshine after the rain was shining on the green fields washed by the rain, which was very fresh and lovely.

Frodo did not come home that night, and the supper at Bag End was not as rich as usual, Bilbo and Sam had no appetite, and Pippin and Merry dared not say a word.

At lunchtime next day Bilbo received a text from Frodo:

Dear Bilbo:

I got a little rainy on the road yesterday and started to feel unwell during dinner, I don't think it's a big deal, just a little dizzy and a sore throat, don't worry.Aragorn insisted that I stay, and Gilleen and Luisa were also very enthusiastic to persuade me to stay. I will probably go home tomorrow.

Frodo

After hearing Bilbo read the letter, Pippin cheered heartlessly: "He has seen Aragorn, and he will stay at Aragorn's house for one more day, which is perfect!"

Bilbo rebuked Pippin angrily: "If he gets pneumonia, if he dies in pain, I can feel at ease, because he followed your advice and died in pursuit of Aragorn!" Carrying to the door, he opened the door and threw the young hobbit who was still struggling: "You are full, get out and play outside! Or go to the Riverside Manor to pursue another king! May the weather turn bad!"