Chapter 1898: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon (6)

—The Third Age, 3001, September 22 —
Shire.
"[September 22, 1400, Shire Years,]"
"[Bag Bottom Hole, Bag Lower Road, Hobbiton, West End, Shire, Middle-earth,]"
"["Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit's Story".]"
"[By Bilbo Baggins.]"
"Well, where do you start writing?"
With warm bonfires, piles of firewood, a wide variety of books and old and exquisite furniture, the low hobbit residence is bright and warm.
Bilbo Baggins put down his pen and thought about the book that had just started.
"Ah, yes."
He moistened the ink with a quill pen and continued to write on the parchment.
"[About the Hobbit,]"
"[The Hobbits have worked hard in the four districts of the Shire for hundreds of thousands of years,]"
"[Always satisfied with the state of being irrelevant to the world of the Bigfolk,]"
"[After all, Middle-earth Continent is full of countless strange creatures, and the Hobbits must be insignificant.]"
"[Neither can it be considered a brave soldier, nor can it be ranked at all in terms of ingenuity.]"
"Ha ha ha..." The old Hobbit smirked after laughing at his people in the pen.
咚咚咚—The door of the bottom hole of the bag is knocked,
"Frodo! Someone knocked on the door—" he greeted him without looking back, and continued to write, dipped in ink.
"[Actually, some people pointed out,]"
"[The only thing that makes hobbits enthusiastic is food,]"
"[This view may not be fair, after all, we also like drinking ale and smoking pipeweed very much,]"
"[But what we really yearn for is peace and tranquility, and good soil suitable for farming,]"
"[Because hobbits love growth.]"
"[It cannot be denied, in the eyes of outsiders, our way of doing things is very weird,]"
"[But now, especially today, in my opinion,]"
"[It’s not bad to enjoy a simple life.]"
咚咚咚—the door was knocked again.
"Frodo? Go to the door—" Bilbo shouted again, but still no one responded.
Boom boom boom!
"Really, where did that kid go?" the old Hobbit mumbled and stood up.
"No! Thank you, those who visit, those who are polite, and those who recognize distant relatives, don't come!" Bilbo shouted to the door: "Did you not see the sign I set up? No guests! Only for banquet affairs." !"
"...Oh, I just want to wish you a happy 111th birthday." A hobbit outside the door murmured and left.
Bilbo shook his head and returned to the desk, took a deep breath, and picked up the pen again:
"[Just like this, life in the Shire flows quietly, just like the time passed by this era.]"
"[There are always small things like this, and changes come very slowly, if there are any changes.]"
"[After all, everything in the Shire seems to be forever unchanged, passed from one generation to the next.]"
"[There have always been people from Baggins living under the hill, in this bottom hole,]"
"[There will always be in the future.]"
—
On the edge of Hobbiton, a Hobbit boy with brown curly hair, an unusually handsome face, gray-blue eyes, and turquoise overalls was leaning against a tree, looking calmly at the book in his hand.
"Outside the gate, from now on...the journey never ends...even though the road ahead is long...but we have to eagerly step forward~"
There was the sound of sparkling wheels, and at the same time old singing came from the same direction.
"..." The Hobbit boy closed the book, got up slowly, and looked at the direction of the sound.
It was a two-wheeled pony cart drawn by brown horses. Its body was covered with gray cloth, which seemed to be loaded with something. The driver was a white-haired man in a gray robe and a pointed cap of the same color. elder.
"You're late." The Hobbit said condescendingly, standing on the hillside beside the road with his arms folded.
"The wizard never arrives early or late, Frodo Baggins," Gandalf held up his hat and looked at the Hobbit standing on the hillside: "He will only arrive at the right time."
"How are you sure you are not late? Maybe we have celebrated at noon, after all, the hobbit eats six meals a day." Frodo continued.
"..." Gandalf raised his gray eyebrows and glanced at the book Frodo was holding: "The Logic Essay? I don't think you can find anyone who can argue with you in the peaceful Shire. ."
"Then do you want to give up?" Frodo stared at the wizard with gray-blue eyes.
"Okay, okay," Gandalf raised his cane and pointed to the celebration venue in Hobbiton Center, where a banner "Celebrating Bilbo Baggins' 111th birthday" was flying: "Although your uncle's birthday party did not I'm sure it's noon or night, but people who still have to do farm work in the afternoon are not allowed to drink, and he also specially asked me to bring beautiful fireworks that I couldn't set off during the day."
"You won," Frodo nodded, and jumped onto the carriage: "Take me a ride."
"Well," Gandalf knocked on the cart's horse and let it go on: "How is the old guy?"
"You know, all he has to do is go out." Frodo lifted the gray cloth on the car to check the goods on it.
"So it seems that he is still very energetic," Gandalf looked at the low hobbit houses around him: "Maybe he can live another twenty years."
"The Sackvilles are going to get angry. They changed their surnames to Baggins for the purpose of dividing the uncle's property." After Frodo inspected them, he lost interest in them and turned to sit next to Gandalf: "Now The first few who turned over are old and dead, and my uncle can still work in the ground."
"Oh, my goodness." Gandalf sighed casually.
"You can continue to pretend, everyone in the Shire knows that your uncle is so naughty that you can't get rid of it," Frodo shook his calf: "You have been officially awarded the title of'Chart Troublemaker'."
"Indeed." Gandalf nodded.
"Before I met you, the reputation of our Baggins family was very good," Frodo glanced at Gandalf with a look "he admitted." ."
"If you're talking about the dragon, I'm not there, and I don't know how your uncle would come to an agreement with Smaug because he obviously went to steal the Akon gem," Gandalf narrowed his eyes. The Battle of the Five Armies helped Thorin and his friends build the "Lone Mountain-Iron Hills" dwarf federation in the north of Mordor. Perhaps the Hobbit didn’t care about this, but his name would definitely be in Middle-earth. A rich and colorful stroke is written in the history books of ."
"But I heard that the evil dragon is still looting treasures everywhere?" Frodo scratched his head.
"That might be..." Gandalf looked at the Hobbit longhouse with the "I'm not seeing you" sign in front, and pulled the reins to stop the carriage: "Necessary sacrifice."