American TV series: Start with the little Sheldon's wool

Chapter 588 The Hobbit and the Hut

The next morning, when Mike walked out of the makeshift tent, he saw Gandalf with messy hair, still in the same posture as last night, leaning on a small slope and smoking a pipe.

The morning dew wet his robe and beard, making him look a little lonely.

Next to him, the two clever horses were using their tongues to search for tender shoots to eat.

"What's wrong? Are you worried about something?" Mike folded up the tent and came to the wizard.

The two could have entered Hobbiton last night, but Gandalf might not have decided whether to put the kind hobbit in danger, so the two had to spend the night in the wild.

It seemed that after one night, Gandalf still hadn't made a decision.

"Hmm..." Gandalf was awakened from his thoughts when he heard the question and looked up at Mike.

At the same time, the bright morning sunshine shone right into the old wizard's eyes, making his eyes gradually brighter.

Gandalf turned his head and looked at the beautiful scenery of the Shire. He seemed to have made some kind of decision. He put away his pipe and said, "Let's go. Today is the day for the adventure team to gather. Before that, I have to meet a special person. Maybe he will become the 'secret key' of our team..."

There are many Hobbits living in Sharnai. These hardworking and simple little people are generally about one meter tall, but have exaggeratedly broad feet, which are very suitable for running in the fields.

When Mike and his companion rode into the Shire, there were already quite a few Hobbits working in the fields facing the rising sun.

Seeing outsiders coming, these optimistic Hobbits were not shy and stopped what they were doing, nodding to Mike and the others to express their welcome.

Some brave children came near and played and frolicked behind the horses.
Gandalf liked this atmosphere very much. He would stop from time to time to distribute some candies and small gifts brought from outside to the Hobbit children, making the children laugh.

It took the two of them nearly half a day to walk on horseback from the Shire to Hobbiton and then to Bag End, a distance of several kilometers.

Bag End is located deep in Hobbiton, far away from most of the Hobbit settlements. It is not difficult to see that the person who chose to live here is definitely a Hobbit who likes quietness.

"The person we are looking for is right here..." Looking at the cozy cottage on the hillside in front of him, Gandalf smiled with reminiscence.

Then he stepped over the short fence, went straight to the cabin and knocked on the door.

"Wait, wait... I'll be there soon..."

With the clanging of pots and pans, and the friction of tables, chairs and benches moving, it wasn't long before a Hobbit with a small spatula in his hand appeared at the door.

Perhaps he was in too much of a hurry, for the young Hobbit almost tripped over the threshold after opening the door.

Until a pair of big hands supported him...

"Thank you..." Bilbo Baggins was about to say thank you, but when he looked up he realized something was wrong.

He raised his head as high as he could and saw clearly that there was an extremely tall old man with a long beard in front of him.

In terms of proportion, Bilbo is relatively tall among the Hobbits, with a height of over 1.1 meters.

But in front of the wizard who was over two meters one meter tall, he looked particularly small at this moment.

"Who... are you looking for?" Bilbo was frightened by the "giant" in front of him. He took two steps back and found that next to the bearded giant there was another young and handsome "giant".

"We are here to find a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins..." Gandalf said with a smile, "I am friends with his grandfather, Old Took. I held him in my arms when I was a child."

At the same time, the old wizard was also looking at the hobbit in front of him, and his eyes finally fell on the other's exceptionally wide feet.

In Gandalf's plan, the adventuring team consisting of thirteen Durin dwarves was obviously not enough to deal with the evil dragon on Lonely Mountain.

Therefore, the initial mission of the adventure team is to help Thorin, the descendant of Durin's dwarf king, to retrieve the Arkenstone in the Lonely Mountain, which symbolizes the rights of the dwarves. Then Thorin, holding the Arkenstone, will gather the forces of the seven tribes of dwarves to fight against the dragon and finally recapture the Lonely Mountain.

In this series of plans, it is particularly important who goes to the dragon and "steals" the Arken gem without anyone noticing.

Therefore, a "snitch" is needed in the team.

Hobbits, with their broad feet and silent steps, are very suitable for this role.

At this moment Bilbo didn't know what Gandalf was thinking, but he keenly felt that the bearded old man opposite seemed to be observing his big feet.

So he shrank his feet shyly and said, "I am Bilbo Baggins, but I don't remember meeting you when I was a child..."

Although Bilbo looks very young, he is actually over 50 years old. It is normal that he can't remember things from his childhood after so many years.

"It's okay, Bilbo. You'll remember it one day..." Gandalf confirmed that Bilbo had the talent to be a "snitch" and said with a smile, "Now, won't you invite us in and have a seat?"

"Oh, please come in~" Compared to other Hobbits, although Bilbo is a little lazy, he is also hospitable.

I was just too surprised before, so I was rude to let the guest stay at the door.

Of course, it could also have something to do with Gandalf’s “offensive” look.

"Is your food burnt?" Mike smelled a burnt smell as he entered the small room that looked like a doorway.

"Oh no, my fried fish..." The Hobbits enjoyed delicious food but also cherished it. Bilbo remembered that there was still fish frying in the pan, so he ran to the kitchen with a spatula, shouting as he ran: "You guys sit anywhere... I'll be right back..."

Bilbo's little house at Bag End is actually not small in size, and it is an integrated house with the living room, corridor, study and dining room all connected.

After he went to the kitchen, Gandalf bent over and walked through the doorway to the study, where many books were stored.

Looking at these travel books brought from outside, the old wizard unconsciously smiled again.

Mike, who was at the back, was bored and began to appreciate the wooden carvings in the small house and the exquisite pendants on the doorway.

It is not difficult to see that the Hobbits really know how to enjoy life.

"I thought you might want to try my cooking, even though it's past breakfast time." Soon, Bilbo, who had gone to the kitchen, came out with three breakfasts.

Three portions of fried fish with mashed potatoes and a portion of vegetable soup per person.

It doesn’t look very good, but it smells good.

The only bad thing was that one side of the fried fish on the plate in front of Bilbo was burnt black.

"No, thank you for the treat. We just didn't have breakfast either." Gandalf helped the Hobbit ease the embarrassment.

Compared with his fellow tribesmen who have been working outside for a long time, Bilbo, the hobbit, who is just starting to eat breakfast, seems a little too leisurely.

"That's good. I thought I was the only one who couldn't get up this morning..." Bilbo smiled happily as if he had found a confidant. Even the burnt fried fish in front of him seemed delicious.

Although the food here is not as fresh as that at Tom's, the breakfast with a homely flavor is unexpectedly to Mike's taste.

"Gandalf, can you tell me the story of my grandfather?" Breakfast brought the three closer together. Bilbo asked while eating fried fish: "By the way, I don't know what you want to see me about?"

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(End of this chapter)