little gentleman

After throwing Pippin away, Bilbo threw on his cloak and went out hastily, for it was uneasy to let the sick Frodo surrounded by the strangers, and he had to see for himself that his boy was safe, and he was sure of Frodo's safety. You must also need his company.

Pippin had not gone far, Bilbo was on the path before him, and Merry was close behind him.

"Listen, Bilbo, it's not a good idea to walk three miles in the mud, and you'll be in disrepute then!" urged Merry anxiously.

"As long as I can see Frodo!" Bilbo strode forward-- strides for a hobbit.

"Wait a minute, Master Baggins," said Sam, chasing after him, "I'll go with you!"

"No, you'll keep an eye on the house, Sam," said Bilbo, "and keep an eye on my garden for me, before those naughty little things trample my flowers!"

"But Bilbo, did Frodo say he would be back tomorrow?" Pippin still did not realize the seriousness of the matter and the extent of Bilbo's anger.

"I'd like to tie you to Gandalf's firework and shoot you off!" Bilbo smacked Pippin on the head.

At last it was decided that Pippin and Merry should accompany Bilbo for a part of the way, and Bilbo did not want them to go with him to Frodo, but suggested that they should go and play with the Elves in the town.The two young hobbits thought the proposal was good, so the three walked for a mile or so, and then parted ways at a fork in the road.

Bilbo walked alone across the green fields, the wet grass curling and smelling fresh under his toes, the ground soft and muddy, and the mud gurgled from between his toes when he stepped on it.One deep and one shallow, Bilbo's feet were already covered with mud. He was glad that he was a hobbit who didn't need to wear shoes, otherwise it would be an extremely troublesome thing to clean his shoes.

At last he made it to the Strand, and Bilbo remembered that this was the first time he had visited the mansion.He walked into the courtyard at a slow pace, and looked around cautiously, in case a big dog that guarded the yard jumped out of nowhere.

It was a dwarf who jumped out: "Who are you?" The tone was blunt and vigilant.

Bilbo was taken aback, this dwarf had never been seen before, he looked taller than Thorin, and his eyes were fierce, staring at Bilbo closely guardedly.

Bilbo adjusted his clothes subconsciously: "Bilbo Baggins, I'm here to visit my sick nephew Frodo Baggins."

The dwarf looked him up and down distrustingly, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Bilbo broke the silence again: "Excuse me... would you please take me to him?"

"At your service, Dwalin!" said the dwarf gruffly, but he didn't sound like he wanted to serve Bilbo, or anyone, but as if he wanted to throw Bilbo out.

"Well . . . I'll be at your service, too," said Bilbo curtly.

The dwarf started walking towards the beautiful mansion, and Bilbo followed with small steps. Fortunately, his pace was relatively fast, so that the dwarves would not be left behind.

Both the host and the guests of the Strand are somewhat surprised by Bilbo's arrival, but for different reasons.

Thorin stood a little far away and looked at Bilbo in amazement. Although he was surprised by Bilbo's behavior, he was not disgusted.On the contrary, Bilbo's cheeks, flushed with exercise, looked very delicate and beautiful in Thorin's eyes.Why hadn't these amusing hobbits previously found this round face as endearing as a ripe peach?Thorin felt a little happy in his heart.

Bilbo was a little embarrassed that so many eyes were on him alone, but he did not forget the purpose of his visit, so he expressed his intention politely: "I am sorry to disturb you, honorable King of Aragorn. But I am worried about my nephew. Frodo is ill, and wants to see him."

Aragorn let him in kindly, not caring what disaster the mud on Bilbo's feet would do to a clean floor: "You are welcome, Mr. Baggins. Frodo is still asleep, and his fever has not abated. ' he said with concern in his voice, for he was the only one in the house besides Bilbo who really cared for Frodo.

Guided by Aragorn himself, Bilbo came to the upstairs bedroom. He found that the house was a little low for humans, and the stairs were a little narrow, but not so low or so narrow that they were uncomfortable for humans.It was said that old Took who built the house was a tall hobbit, and it seemed to be true.

Frodo was placed in a guest room, warmly wallpapered, with a white china writing desk and gilt-edged armchair, but occupying the greatest space was a large bed covered with soft white quilts and pillows, in which Frodo seemed even smaller in his sleep.

Bilbo approached softly, and saw that Frodo's face was flushed, his delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a bead of sweat on his smooth brow.

"He slept for a long time today, and he can't eat." Aragorn walked to the other side of the bed worriedly. He naturally curled up his fingers to stroke Frodo's forehead with the back of his fingers, and then suddenly realized that Bilbo It was also here, so his hands froze in mid-air.

Perhaps he had done it many times before, Bilbo thought a little amusedly.Bilbo tried Frodo's body temperature, and Frodo, in his sleep, unconsciously approached Bilbo's hand to absorb the cool air.

Aragorn looked at Frodo lovingly: "He is such a simple and lovely little fellow."

It was not long before Aragorn withdrew from the bedroom in good time to give Bilbo more space to relax.

Downstairs in the living room, there had been a blast, and Jillraine and Louisa were talking viciously about Bilbo's behavior in a womanly way.

"Bilbo Baggins is quite a madman! My nephew has only a little cold, and he walks three miles in the mud!" cried Jillraine.

"I think he's a madman!" Luisa interjected. "He looked horrible when he came in! Did you see his calves? The mud was up to his knees! He tried to cover them with a cloak." , but there's at least six inches of mud under the cloak!"

"I think Bilbo looks very touching today, but I don't see his mud-splattered calf." Aragorn retorted, "It is very touching that he came to visit his sick nephew, which shows that their uncle and nephew love each other. blood relationship."

Gilraine immediately turned to Thorin, and asked with a meaningful smile, "I think you must have seen it, Thorin? You don't want your sister or nephew to be as embarrassed as Bilbo is, do you? Damage to family style!"

"Of course, never hope." Thorin replied absently, but he was thinking about how to protect those bare feet from being polluted or hurt again.

"I'm afraid," Jillraine said triumphantly, "after today's catastrophic scene, your love for his beautiful pair will be greatly compromised!"

"Not at all," Thorin flatly denied, "his eyes are brighter and more attractive after exercise."

Jillraine felt bored, so she thought of other ideas: "I heard that a hobbit named Baggins lives in the commercial street of Gondor." The people who live in that area are the most shameful to the residents of Gondor , because profiteers and liars of all races gathered there.

"There's also Baggins running errands for Thranduil in the Dark Forest!" Louisa said contemptuously.

The two women laughed like silver bells, their delicate bodies leaning forward and backward.

"Even if their relatives filled the high street," cried Aragorn, "they would not lose their loveliness!"

"But the possibility of getting married with a noble family is very low." Sorin said quietly looking out of the window, with some inexplicable worry in his tone.

Bilbo was with Frodo most of the rest of the day, and Frodo, who had been awake not long after Bilbo's visit, was so comforted by his uncle's presence that he did not want Bilbo to leave him.Bilbo was suspicious. He guessed that Frodo had a bad experience here. Of course, it would not come from Aragorn who loved him, but it was hard to say about the others. Gilraine's hypocrisy was obvious, and Thorin's arrogance and indifference must also make Frodo suffer, not to mention a fierce strange dwarf Dwalin.Frodo insisted that Bilbo stay with him, and Aragorn was in full agreement with the proposal, and sent to Bag End to fetch Bilbo's clothes.

At supper time Bilbo came down to the dining-room, and the others were already seated, and Bilbo was seated next to Aragorn, with Louisa, the new noble girl, on the other side of him, and Thorin opposite.Dwalin was also sitting with them. Obviously this dwarf was of high status, but he said nothing, and it was difficult to guess his identity.Everyone greeted him politely, and he answered each one as tactfully as possible.Aragorn was the most sincere and enthusiastic. He asked about Frodo's condition, and repeatedly said that he would invite the doctor again tomorrow—Aragorn himself was good at medicine, but he didn't understand the hobbit's body.

Bilbo ate in silence, and he had eaten a lot without knowing it, which was quite normal for hobbits, but not necessarily so in the eyes of others.Still worried about Frodo upstairs, Bilbo did not notice these details.Besides, there was one more thing that disturbed Bilbo. He felt that Thorin was always looking at him, intentionally or not. He didn't understand what Thorin meant. It made Thorin even more unpleasant, so he received such attention.

Suddenly, Bilbo saw that Dwalin was looking at him, and he stopped chewing nervously, almost dropping his fork into the plate.

Dwalin squinted his eyes, and made what looked like a smile, and he had a terrible smile on his face, too, and suddenly he said to Bilbo, "I admire you."

"What... what?" replied Bilbo, stammering. "I thought... I should thank you, sir."

"I admire the way you eat," said Devlin. "A real warrior should have a good appetite and be able to eat any food at any time, and not be poor about etiquette."

"Thank...thank you!" Bilbo was uncomfortable with the praise, and he wondered if he would be able to finish the meal safely.

Aragorn relieved him: "Old man Dwalin, you are the most competent warrior-whether eating or fighting!"

Gilleen sarcastically said without losing the opportunity: "I'm afraid this cannot be generalized. Of course there are a lot of real warriors, but some people have astonishing appetites like mammoths, but they are just useless scumbags!"

Bilbo was sullen, but he kept quiet.

"Of course we can't generalize." Dwalin looked at Gilleen's plate, "but I know that although people who can eat are not necessarily warriors, those who eat as little as mice must be cowards."

Bilbo looked at Dwalin in surprise, who gave him an encouraging smile.