[The Lord of the Rings The Hobbit] Ruby

As Gandalf stood on the land of the Shire, he breathed deeply, and the breath of spring had the sweetness of the flowers and the coolness of the breeze, and a warm and intoxicating smell.Looking down from the high ground with a wide view, the goal is a large green grassland. Many people as small as children are working in the fields or in their own gardens. The gurgling stream meanders out of the dense forest and is crystal clear. , the hills are dotted with small round doors painted green like the portholes on a ship, and their destination is one of these small doors.In fact, Gandalf hadn't been to the hills since the death of his good friend Old Took, and everything in front of him made him feel kind and happy.

"So, do they live in burrows?" Ellena deliberately pretended that she didn't know much about hobbits. In fact, she really shouldn't know that much, but she always felt as if she had seen this The sight, or, a story she'd read told of it here.

Gandalf thought she thought of the hobbit's cozy burrow as one of those dirty, smelly, wet, worm-infested, putrid-smelling caves, and explained with a smile, "Oh, it's comfortable down there." Synonyms, you'll love it."

When Gandalf and Elena reached Bag End, Bilbo Baggins, having just finished his breakfast, was standing in the doorway, smoking a pipe so long that it almost touched his freshly brushed pipe. The hairy feet are on. "Good morning," said Bilbo sincerely, seeing the two men appearing before him.

Ellena tilted her head curiously and looked at this little man with curly brown hair and a bright smile. While listening to Gandalf greeting him, she said that Gandalf might be able to mention the adventure more tactfully.Seeing the hobbit's more and more frustrated and depressed faces, and realizing that their talks are likely to collapse, and their residence for tonight has not yet been found, Elena couldn't help but said: "Oh, Dear sir, let's not talk about these adventures for a while, I think, you probably don't mind providing a resting place for two long-distance travelers," she blinked her dark blue eyes, "otherwise it would be terrible Too cruel."

Most of the time, the hobbit, who likes people to come to his house very much, looks a little hesitant. Although he doesn't want to be in the same room with this crazy wizard, such a beautiful woman makes him hard to refuse. He hesitated for a while, Bill Bo nodded helplessly: "Please come in." Of course, because he was very curious about elves, Ellena's pointed ears had already betrayed her identity.

Ellena was the first to squeeze into his room with her slender and straight legs, and she bent down to avoid the crystal chandelier above her head.

Gandalf didn't go in right away. He looked at the open round door for a while, smiled mysteriously, smiled for a while, stepped back, carved a strange mark on the door with the tip of his stick, and walked in. .

Elena had already taken off her gray cloak and hung it on the coat rack. The hospitable hobbit invited her to sit down at the table, and brought out a basket of freshly baked white bread from the kitchen. And of course jam and milk.Neither Elena nor Gandalf had breakfast, and the aroma of the food immediately awakened her empty internal organs temple, and she was tempted to stretch out her hand almost as soon as the food was served.I have to say that the food of the Hobbit is very delicious. Ellena ate three soft and delicious white breads gracefully and quickly, and ate a plate of strawberries dipped in fresh cream. Finally, she drank a glass of fresh milk as a The perfect end to breakfast.

This is how life should be, Ellena stretched her legs and leaned back on the chair and squinted her eyes comfortably. She was about to agree with Bilbo's views on adventure, which was a very headache and uncomfortable thing.

At this time, you should listen to music with headphones on, and then have a cat lying on your lap.Elena suddenly had a strange but natural idea.

Wait, what are headphones...

The first day passed so plainly, well, this plainness is relative, because Ellena ate deep resentment from the dinner dessert made by Bilbo.

Perhaps because of her generous praise of Bilbo's cooking skills, Elena got a room on the left hand side. Gandalf's room is deeper, and it is said that the room on the left hand side is the best, because there is only one room in this direction. Only the rooms have windows, and these round windows overlook the beautiful gardens of Bag End and the verdant meadows that stretch all the way to the river.

The next day, having avoided talking to Gandalf about the adventure several times, the hobbit presumably thought he had dodged a terrible adventure, only to have known his food stores would be depleted by an uninvited horde of dwarves. Ellena volunteered to help Bilbo prepare food out of sympathy or foodie nature.

Hobbit kitchens were of course custom-made for their stature, and Ellena had to stoop to keep her head from the overcrowded cupboards.Under Bilbo's command, the raw materials and various tools were placed on the chopping board, and the two chatted while working.

"Honestly, you don't really belong with that crazy old wizard wizard, do you come from the same place as him?" Bilbo's long, deft brown fingers worked out lovely doughs, which we'd see later. When baked in the oven, they become delicious little biscuits.

Ellena hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the hobbit the truth: "Gandalf and I met halfway, he was my father's friend, and I just ran into some little trouble, so I went with him. After thinking for a while, he said again: "Although Gandalf looks like a god, he is actually a very good person and very wise. I don't know why he said those things to you, but there must be something on his part." reason."

"Really," Bilbo's eyebrows were wrinkled again, his fingers were twisted together and he seemed to be struggling, and the fish soup boiling on the stove made a "gurgling" sound, and he lowered his head, "maybe you didn't say that." Wrong, but adventure or something is still too far away from my life."

Is it far away?Elena smiled and didn't try to persuade him any more.

Under the guidance of Bilbo, life No. 15 small cakes were baked—each small cake was covered with a smear of cream and decorated with a bright red strawberry, and a large pot of boiling water was boiled, ready for a pleasant meal During afternoon tea, there was a deafening ringing of the doorbell at the front door.

"Come here, who is it?" Bilbo hurriedly put down what he was doing and ran to open the door. Ellena leaned against the kitchen wall, folded her arms and let out a long sigh.

She has a kind of intuition that is not too wonderful. The dangerous abyss hidden in the distance slowly wakes up from her deep sleep as the prologue of the story begins.

Without knowing why she appeared here, she will inevitably be involved in the whirlpool.