I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 52 Bilbo's Shock
The sun shines obliquely on the wide lawn, and the golden light dances on the tips of the emerald green grass, like countless sparkling little diamonds inlaid.

The breeze blew gently, and the grass tips swayed gently, making a rustling sound, just like the bustling scene in Hobbiton.

A winding path, paved with quaint bluestone slabs, led Roger and D through this tranquil green space to a cultivated vegetable garden.

The vegetables in the vegetable garden are vying for beauty. The red tomatoes, yellow pumpkins, and purple eggplants appear particularly bright and vibrant under the sunlight.

Bees fly among the flowers, diligently collecting pollen, and occasionally the sound of butterflies dancing can be heard.

In a corner of the vegetable garden, a group of very short children were playing. Their laughter was clear and sweet, and their shadows stretched across the grass, changing shape as they ran.

The Hobbiton children were the first to discover Roger and D. They hid at first and then poked their heads out, looking at Roger and D with curiosity and fear.

"I think they might be afraid of the armor on you, Dallion." Roger noticed this and said with a smile.

D rarely refuted. Instead, he looked down at his twin suits of armor, touched his metal visor, and said, "Perhaps you're right?"

Now it was Roger's turn to be surprised. He looked at D in surprise and said, "You're not angry this time?"

"Angry? Angry about what? This is the hometown of Lord Tanes's friends. If I scare those children, I might cause them to be unhappy." D asked curiously.

Roger showed an expression of "as expected". D did not say anything else, but took off his helmet with both hands, revealing his handsome face which was a little pale because he rarely saw the sun.

He forced a smile onto his lips and nodded to the little hobbits hiding behind fences or vegetable racks.

As a result, the cute little hobbits shrank back, causing D's face to freeze.

Roger laughed out loud. "I think you should practice more on how to smile in a way that won't scare children. Do you know what that expression you just made looks like?"

D asked stiffly, "Like what?"

Roger said, "Like a dead person who just crawled out of a coffin, with a pale face and a stiff expression, trying hard to learn how to smile when he was alive."

D was about to sternly retort to Roger that he definitely couldn't look like a Deadborn, but when he saw the little hobbits poking their heads out again, he subconsciously softened his tone: "Don't compare me to those disgusting Deadborns, Roger."

Roger raised his hand and smiled comfortingly: "My, my. I will pay more attention next time."

Then he looked at the group of little hobbits, took off his wizard's hood, and looked at them gently with golden eyes. He squatted down, took out some snacks such as dried fruits and shook them: "Hello, we are here to see Mr. Bilbo Baggins. Could you tell him where he lives? Of course, you can get these snacks whether you answer or not."

The little hobbits looked at each other and suddenly ran away, leaving Roger frozen in place.

"Heh." D couldn't help but chuckle, "Is this what you call approachable? You seem even scarier than me. After all, I didn't scare those kids away."

Roger shook his head helplessly, stood up and put his pointed hat back on his head. "Maybe they are a little shy, which is normal."

D just pulled the reins of the packhorse, glanced at Roger calmly and said nothing.

Roger shrugged and continued walking forward.

Passing by the vegetable garden, Roger and D saw a pond.

The golden light of the sun danced on the rippling surface of the pond, as if countless elves were dancing on the water.

By the pond, a few ducks swam leisurely, occasionally making a few cheerful calls, disturbing the tranquility of the water and causing the hobbits fishing nearby to wave their hands in dissatisfaction and drive the ducks away.

Across the pond is a bustling market with crowds of people.

Some people were selling fruits and vegetables they had just dug from their own gardens, some were promoting fabrics they had just dyed, and some were simply joining in the fun, chatting with others, or gathering in groups of three or five around tables and chairs they had brought in to enjoy a pre-lunch meal.

Each of them had a smile on their face.

The Hobbits were all very short, a few centimeters shorter than the dwarves Roger and D had seen before. The difference was that these people did not have the dwarves' unique beards and sloppy clothes.

They were all dressed very exquisitely and gorgeously, and it was obvious that they paid great attention to their appearance and mental outlook.

However, none of them wore shoes. Their feet were several times larger than those of normal humans, appeared very rough, and their soles were covered with lush hair.

So humans of normal height like Roger and D instantly became "little giants" among these hobbits and attracted their attention.

After discovering Roger and D, the Hobbits in Hobbiton began to talk about it. Especially since D was leading a packhorse loaded with various goods behind him, some Hobbits with a bit of business acumen were thinking about what price to buy all the goods that Hobbiton didn't have, and then sell them to others at a slightly higher price.

D felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by these hobbits, so he put his helmet back on and showed his golden mask.

Roger recalled what Tanes said: "Bilbo Baggins's home was in a cave on a small hillside. There was a row of benches at the door, an old mailbox, green grass covered the entire roof, and flowers of different colors were scattered on both sides of the door. The door was a standard round brown wooden door."

Roger had an excellent memory. He recalled every word Tanes said with incredible accuracy, not forgetting even a single word.

But when he looked out from under his pointed hat at the entire Hobbiton, his eyes became confused.

Because there were so many houses that met these conditions, and each house seemed to be just as Tanes said, Roger couldn't tell which one was Bilbo Baggins's home.

D glanced at Roger and said, "So you still don't know which family is Lord Tanes's friend? Seeing our numbers increasing, I feel like I'm being treated like some kind of rare animal."

Roger could only helplessly say, "I really don't know. Perhaps Tanis didn't realize that the houses that Hobbits live in are all pretty much the same."

D paused and said, "Why don't we ask these people behind the fence? Maybe they should tell us where the person we're looking for lives instead of pointing and talking about us."

Roger agreed with D, but just as he was about to ask, a bewildered voice and the clamor of several children rang out. "I don't mind playing some pretend games with you after we've had our fill, but you should tell me where you're taking me. Otherwise, I'll tell your parents and ask them to give me some more delicious blueberry cheese and strawberry cookies!"

However, the children just chattered and pushed the man forward.

There is no doubt that this person is Bilbo Baggins. He is wearing a yellow plaid shirt, white baggy breeches, and a red vest. He is holding an extinguished pipe in his hand and is being pushed by several Hobbit children with a helpless look on his face.

He soon noticed Roger and D walking on the same road as him, and his expression instantly changed from helplessness at being pushed by children to surprise and suspicion.

"Wait, wait, you're not going to take me to those two tall guys, you naughty troublemakers, I don't know them." Bilbo Baggins waved his pipe and made a gesture to drive them away.

The children followed suit and ran to Roger with laughter, looking at him eagerly with longing eyes and hands stretched out.

Roger reacted immediately, smiled, and handed over the dried fruits that he had promised to the Hobbit children.

Then the children ran away, leaving only Roger, D, and Bilbo Baggins, who instinctively wanted to run away but stayed to look at the two of them because of his damn curiosity.

Roger took off his pointed hat again and saluted Bilbo. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Bilbo Baggins?"

Bilbo saluted Roger and straightened his clothes, which had been messed up by the children's shoving. He cleared his throat and said, "If you're looking for a hobbit, it's me. What do you two want from me? I have no need to buy anything behind you."

He quickly raised his hand and pointed at the packhorse behind D, then put it down as if nothing had happened.

Roger was about to answer that these things behind him were for you, when he heard a very sudden "plop" sound beside him.

Then he saw Bilbo's eyes widen, and he looked around in confusion.

"In order to thank you for your help to my king, His Majesty Tanis specially ordered me to go to Hobbiton in the Shire to visit Mr. Bilbo Baggins! These things behind me are all thank-you gifts from His Majesty Tanis to his good friend Bilbo Baggins!" D said loudly.

He knelt on one knee in the direction of Bilbo Baggins, causing an uproar among the hobbits who were already watching.

"What did he say? When did that fellow Bilbo save a king?"

"Oh, look at your memory. Didn't someone fall from Bilbo's roof about half a year ago?"

"I remember it, but it was a king?"

Bilbo was no less shocked than the hobbits around him. He exclaimed in a low voice: "Tannis is the king? Isn't he a wizard?"

Roger held his forehead in response to D's sudden action, then shook his head helplessly and said to Bilbo, "I can explain this to you, but I'm afraid we have to go to your house first. Otherwise, if we wait any longer, we won't be able to leave."

Bilbo glanced at the increasing number of fellow villagers who had come to watch the fun and nodded quickly. "You are right, Mr. Pointed Hat. Let your, uh, Mr. Armor, get up first. My house is not far behind here."

When Bilbo returned home with Roger and D, the news that he had saved a king and made a noble human knight kneel before him had spread throughout Hobbiton.

The story became more and more mysterious, and it was almost evolved to the point where Bilbo was going to marry a human princess. The two people who came were witnesses, and the things worn by the draft horse were the princess's dowry.

Bilbo carefully locked and closed the door, then looked at Roger and D, who were bent over, carrying large and small bags. He thought for a moment and pointed to the room on the right side of the door. "Just put the things there, thank you."

A few minutes later, Bilbo enthusiastically brought over a pot of boiling milk tea, a plate of cookies and a few slices of cheese. He came to the dining table, tied his napkin, and said to Roger and D with a smile, "Now we can have a good chat about Tanes and your affairs."

Then he quickly looked at D and said, "Oh, no need to use honorifics with me. Oh, not completely, anyway, just normal polite address, just call me Bilbo."

D had taken off his helmet again and nodded vigorously to Bilbo. "Yes, Mr. Bilbo."

"Actually, there's no need to add the word 'sir'... Well, as long as you're happy." Bilbo didn't insist any more.

Then he took a cookie that smelled of milk, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it down: "You guys eat it too, Tanes was not as restrained as you when he was here with me."

After all, it was him. Roger thought to himself as he smiled and pinched a cookie.

What was a normal-sized cookie for a hobbit was a bit too small for Roger's.

D took Bilbo's words as some kind of order and tasted the food Bilbo brought out very seriously.

Bilbo even felt that if he asked, this strange man in armor would even give him a serious food tasting report.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Roger and his name is Darien, but you can call him D." Roger said first.

Bilbo smiled kindly, "Yes, I see. By the way, how is Tanis doing lately? I remember he told me before he left that he wanted to rebuild his hometown. Judging from the looks of you, he should have succeeded, right?"

Roger smiled and nodded. "It's been quite successful, at least now we don't have to worry about having no shelter from the wind and rain."

Bilbo shrugged and said, "That's good. To be honest, I'm looking forward to his next visit, because the stories he told me were very interesting. I have already written down some of them. But there are still some things that are a little vague in my memory. I plan to ask him about them when he comes again."

D replied, "His Majesty Tanes has been quite busy lately, but he asked him to write a letter and asked me to bring it to you."

As he spoke, he took out a well-preserved envelope from the lining of his armor.

As Bilbo took the letter, Roger said, "Could I read your story about Tanis? I once traveled with him, though only briefly, but perhaps I can help to add something."

Bilbo's eyes lit up and he grinned, "Aha! That couldn't be better."

　I'm going to watch The Battle of Rohan tomorrow night, and I bought the new Lord of the Rings game today. We all have a bright future (fog)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)