wizards descend to the heavens

Chapter 74 Frodo

"I would like four beds if possible. Are you Mr. Buttercup?" said Frodo the hobbit.

"That's right, my name is Maiman. Maiman Buttercup is happy to help you! Are you from Shire?" The chunky innkeeper patted his head, as if remembering something.

"A bunch of hobbits," he murmured. "I seem to have forgotten something. May I ask your name, sir?"

"This is Mr Took and Mr Brandybuck," said Frodo; "this is Sam Gange, my name is Yamashita."

"Oops!" Youyou Ju shot with two fingers, "I can't remember again!"

The chunky innkeeper scratched his thinning hair vigorously, vaguely feeling that there was something important, but he just couldn't remember it.

"Business is very busy today, but I will try my best to help you arrange it. I don't often see people coming all the way from the Shire in recent years. It would be rude if I couldn't entertain you well. Ah, but the business tonight is really good. Fair enough."

The owner of the inn, You Youju, simply put the unremembered matter behind her, and warmly entertained the guests in front of her.

"Hi! Norbert!" he yelled. "Where did you hide, you lazy slacker? Noble! Come here quickly and entertain these guests for me."

"Okay, boss, I got it." Noble said with a smile.

Soon the hobbits were taken inside the inn, presumably to arrange rooms for them.

After a while, Frodo and others put away their luggage, washed briefly, and then decided to go to the lobby of the inn, where they were ready to relax.

After all, they were exhausted after coming out of Hobbiton these days, especially after encountering so many dangers on the road, their spirits had become highly tense. ,

Especially the Tomb Corpse Monster I met the day before yesterday, I still remember the fear that penetrated into my bones, lingering like the darkness around me, hugging him tightly.

Fortunately, in the end, a group of adventurers, perhaps rangers, came and rescued them from the terrible tomb.

"Boss, four glasses of oat beer."

Frodo spoke boldly, as if he knew the inn very well, but in fact he hardly ever went out to drink.

The short and fat Butterflower personally brought the hobbits' oatmeal beer, and then he enthusiastically introduced the regular patrons in the hall to these hobbits.

However, the hobbit was bewildered by his rapid-fire manner of speaking, and he managed to catch many names, but not quite who was who.

Bree's human names all seem to be related to plants, such as rushes, sheep's hoof beetles, heather leaves, apple blossoms, thistles, and ferns. For example, the owner of this inn is called Butterfly.

Some hobbit names go in this direction, such as wheatgrass being very common.

However, most of the hobbit's names are related to the topography and scenery, such as river banks, badger houses, long holes, sand dunes, tunnels, etc., just as he took the pseudonym under the mountain.

In fact, hobbits are very hospitable, and they also like to find out, which is often said to be a tendon.Coincidentally, there are also a few family members from Stador who came from the mountain. They think that as long as they have the same surname, they are likely to be related.

Therefore, they treated Frodo as a distant relative who had lost contact for a long time, and they had to pay for the drinks of Frodo and others.

Just as Frodo was about to invent an excuse to interrupt these hospitable Downhill Men, he suddenly noticed a weather-beaten-looking grotesque sitting in the shadows by the wall, and around him were a dozen or so others. a weirder person.

Those weirdos were setting their sights on them at this time.

"Who is that?" whispered Frodo to Mr. Butterdaisy, taking his chance. "You don't seem to have introduced him to me."

"Him?" The butter chrysanthemum shopkeeper also lowered his voice, and glanced at those people calmly. "I'm not familiar with them. The young people next to them only lived in the store two days ago."

Having said this, the owner of Butterfly Daisy shop paused and continued: "As for the man on the middle table, he belongs to those humans who like to wander around. We call them rangers here. He doesn't talk much and is usually a silent guy, but now When he was willing, he could often tell us stories we had never heard before. Sometimes he would disappear for months, even a year, and then reappear. I never heard him mention his own name: but we all use it here He's 'Strider'."

Frodo found that the fellow called 'Strider' seemed to have guessed the conversation between him and the shopkeeper.

At the same time he waved and nodded, motioning for Frodo to sit beside him.

He took off his hood as Frodo approached; revealing a mop of graying black hair.He has a pale, serious face, and a pair of gray eyes that are full of brilliance.

At this time, Yado, who was standing aside, also began to seriously look at the core figure in the Lord of the Rings Expedition, Frodo Baggins. He really couldn't tell that this guy was about 50 years old.

Frodo was short in stature, about three feet or so, not even reaching his waist, but that was tall for a hobbit.

He has slightly curly yellow-brown hair, a slightly round face, and his figure is not as fat as his companions, but rather flexible.

When people see it, they have an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Seeing this, Yaduo couldn't help sighing, it really is the protagonist of the plot, with a natural affinity, even outsiders like them are affected.

"My name is Strider, of course you can also call me Strider," Aragorn whispered, "Nice to meet you - Mr. Yamashita. I hope Buttercup didn't say your name wrong."

"He's right." Frodo said in a blunt tone. The man's eyes were too sharp, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Ah, Mr. Yamashita." Aragorn didn't pay attention to Frodo at all. He continued, "If I were you, I would find a way to make my young friends talk less. After all, this is not the Shire, especially There are some weird guys appearing in the area recently."

Frodo glared back at Aragorn, but he said nothing.Soon he seemed to understand the meaning of the stranger's words.

Looking back, he was surprised to find that the Took family, who were not tight-lipped, now began to describe the embarrassing incident at Bilbo's farewell party, and was about to talk about the end of the mysterious disappearance.

Frodo thought a little angrily, but he didn't know what to do because of his inexperience.

Pippin was clearly getting carried away by now, forgetting the danger he was in.

Frodo was afraid that he might even mention the Ring by accident, and it would be a catastrophe.

(End of this chapter)