Chapter 1900: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon (8)

—The Third Age, 3001, September 22 —
Late at night, the bag bottom hole.
"My uncle has a dragon?"
Although he experienced the biggest shock from birth to now, after returning home, Frodo still started to get busy like a competent host, moving out all kinds of food from the storage room to entertain the guests—perhaps the guests.
Cheese, pickles, raspberry jam, apple pie, fruit and vegetable platter...While preparing the cooked food, he kept putting on the table foods that he could eat directly.
Although "Smaug" seems to be just a cute little hobbit girl, and there is no legendary dragon that makes people immobile, Frodo doesn't want to know if she doesn't give her anything when she yells that she is hungry. What are the consequences of eating.
At least the normal little hobbit girl would not pick up the plate and pour food into her mouth.
"Would you like tea? Or a bottle of wine?" The hobbit's hospitable nature prevented him from leaving the gray-robed wizard who came with him.
"Tea is good—oh!"
Gandalf hunched forward in the low room, first hit the chandelier, and after holding it up, hit the beam again, and finally sat down opposite the little girl, holding his head.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." The girl glanced at Gandalf, then pushed a plate of cheese over to him and continued to eat, but the speed of eating slowed down significantly.
"I still can't believe it," Frodo brought a plate of baked cakes, and said to Gandalf: "It seems that Uncle Bilbo claimed that he bought Shire's food and sold it to the'lords' in exchange for wealth. It's a lie."
"I guess he said in a joking tone that the wealth was obtained from the dragon," Gandalf lit his pipe, "but you must all treat him as bragging."
"Because he brags too much," Frodo looked at the little girl and said with emotion: "If I tell people that she is a giant dragon now, I must be named "Bagging Baggins". superior."
"No need," Gandalf laughed: "Bilbo is going to leave the Shire today and give you all of his inheritance. He was originally worried that you would not be able to accept the deal with the dragon, but obviously you can do it. Better than him—even after nearly a hundred years, he was still terrified when he saw Smaug."
"Really? Maybe it's because I can't treat such a cute girl like a dragon." Frodo scratched his head: "But I was surprised that she accepted me so quickly."
"Bakins~" The girl raised the plate to him: "Here are two more plates~"
"Oh, good." Frodo recalled for a moment what was on the plate, then turned and walked into the kitchen to bring out two identical plates.
"Huh..." Gandalf let out a puff of smoke: "Don't worry, she doesn't care which Baggins provides the food."
"But..." Frodo asked with some doubts: "If she trades with her uncle to obtain food, why are there always rumors of evil dragons in the Great Wilderness?"
"Well...Do you know how the Battle of the Five Armies ended?" Gandalf's eyes drifted for a moment.
"How did it end?"
"Smaug, the evil dragon, ate all the horses, sheep, bighorn deer, wild boars, wolves, and wyverns on the battlefield," Gandalf looked at the little Hobbit girl who was carrying a plate and pouring food into her mouth: "And these strategic materials, Bilbo can't buy."
"..."
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"Hulu...hulu..."
The satiated little Hobbit girl put her face on the table, squinted and snored. A pair of short horns appeared on the top of her head, and a tail that looked like a ball of wool appeared behind her. Flick and shake.
"Um... I think Bilbo will go crazy when he comes back," Frodo wiped his hands and walked out of the storage room. "I heard him say that it was a half-year reserve."
"No, I guess he would be overjoyed." Gandalf looked at the little Hobbit girl who seemed to be asleep, thoughtfully.
Squeak, bang, hoo!
The door to the bottom of the bag opened and closed by itself, and when Frodo looked over suspiciously, Bilbo suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.
"Oh? What's overjoyed?" The old Hobbit hid his hands in his sleeves, looked at Gandalf and then at Frodo, and finally looked at the Hobbit girl tremblingly, his voice lowered: "Is it full?"
"It's'she', uncle." Frodo corrected.
"That's the dragon Smaug...you..." Bilbo was half of his retort and was suddenly stunned: "Is that the case?"
"That's how it is, Bilbo," Gandalf put down his pipe: "The amount of food consumed is completely different from treating'she' as a horrible monster for tribute, and feeding'she' as a cub of the same race. Only then did she understand this, maybe she was eating something other than the food itself."
"...It seems that the heir I am looking for is quite suitable," Bilbo was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head repeatedly: "Perhaps it is because Frodo has never felt the pressure that Smaug showed when he treated me as food. Maybe think of it as her."
"I didn't have a chance to ask before," Frodo poured tea to Bilbo: "Where are you going? Uncle."
"Maybe Lothlorien, maybe Rivendell," Bilbo took a sip of tea and walked to the corner of the room where he had packed his luggage: "I have a good relationship with the elves, but it's not bragging at all."
"So, I will inherit your'career' in the future?" Frodo looked at the little Hobbit girl with her face on the table: "Does she only eat one meal a year?"
"What? Of course not. You think I have been buying Shire's crops, and where did I go out to trade once a month?" Bilbo shook his head repeatedly: "I have written the route and the details of the transaction on paper for you. If it, she wants to change, don’t refute it, accept it in its entirety. In addition, today’s situation is only once a year, and she will become like this to have a big meal."
"Tsk tsk... Bilbo, the hint of form change is so obvious, but you still regard her as a monster," Gandalf snorted, "but I just thought about it, and she should have done it unconsciously."
"It has nothing to do with me anyway," Bilbo waved his hand while packing, and put a ring on the table: "Also, this is my precious (Myprecious)'invisibility ring', you can use it. Come to play a prank."
It was a golden ring that seemed very ordinary.
But Frodo felt that his gaze was attracted by it uncontrollably, and wanted to take another look, and take another look.
"That name is not what you should be called." Gandalf's eyes became serious.
"Yes, yes, this kind of evil treasure can affect people's minds, but it is not a problem at all for me," Bilbo pointed behind him without looking back: "In addition to eating up my inventory every year, she still There is something to be done."
"Yol Toor Shul", the little Hobbit girl who spread her face on the table opened her mouth, and sprayed a thin cluster of flames toward the ring like a hiccup.
Lines of swashes in unknown languages ​​appeared on the inner and outer sides of the gold ring:
"[Ashnazgdurbatulûk, ashnazggimbatul]"
"[Ashnazgthrakatulûk, aghburzum-ishikrimpatul]"
In the next instant, these words were wiped out by the flames that could hardly be called dragon's breath.