[The Lord of the Rings The Hobbit] Ruby

The strange guest was a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt. He wore a dark green hood, had a pair of bright and piercing eyes, and his sturdy figure showed that he was in his prime.As soon as the door opened, he strode in, hung the cloak with hood on the nearest coat rack, and said, "Dwalin is at your service!" He bowed deeply.

"Bilbo Baggins is at your service!" the hobbit subconsciously agreed, and his wide-eyed eyes showed that he was not at peace. After a pause, he added, "I and my My friend is about to drink tea, please enjoy tea with us."

Bilbo's surprise and embarrassment obviously couldn't dispel the dwarf's enthusiasm. He greeted Gandalf familiarly, and frowned involuntarily when he saw Elena sitting at the dining table drinking black tea leisurely. Erlina's pointed ears protruding from her black hair made him confirm that she was an elf. The exquisite gray-blue travel suit and the exquisite bow and arrow hanging on the coat rack indicated that she was probably a noble elf .

Without waiting for Dwalin to ask Gandalf why there are elves here, Ellena put down the beautiful and small teacup, and gave him an elegant courtesy: "Ellena, daughter of Elrond, for you At your service." Dwalin was stunned for a moment, and returned a polite manner: "Dwalin, son of Fang Deng, at your service." After speaking, he seemed to realize the identity of the other elf, his face turned red, and he sat at the dining table in embarrassment. sit down.Gandalf smiled and explained: "Don't worry, Dwalin, Ellena just happened to drop by and return to Rivendell with us, maybe we have to ask Elrond for help." The guard in Dwalin's eyes slightly disappeared, nodded.

"Who is he?" Bilbo asked in a low voice, tugging at Ellena's sleeve, who hadn't recovered from his composure. It was obvious that the sudden appearance of a stranger in the house had disturbed him.A hobbit likes visitors, but he likes to know in advance who is coming, and he likes better if he invites himself.The wizard, the dwarf, and Bilbo felt a sense of foreboding.

"He's a dwarf," Ellena answered his question with a low voice, "Have you heard of Durin the dwarf? Dwalin is his descendant."

Bilbo looked a little dazed. For the isolated hobbits, those famous characters and legends were really not in their dictionary. He rubbed his hands and asked nervously, "What is he doing in Shire? I Why do you think he seems to be waiting for someone?"

"Waiting for someone? Oh, yes, I still have some companions on the way, sorry to disturb you." Dwalin who heard Bilbo's voice opened his mouth, and stared at Ellena vaguely after speaking. , as if to prevent Ellena from speaking ill of them to Bilbo.

Ellena smiled indifferently, and added: "If I'm not mistaken, his partners are all dwarves."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the doorbell rang again, and the man who came repeated Dwalin's words, except that his name was Balin.Before long, amidst Bilbo's astonishment, Ellena's calmness, and Gandalf's cheerful smile, all the thirteen dwarves arrived, thirteen bright hats suitable for banquets, Gandalf's pointed hat and Elena's pointed hat. Errina's gray cloak was hanging together on the coat-rack, and poor Bilbo watched the sweetseed cakes all fall, and the dwarves were attacking the creamed wheat cakes.Elena didn't want to stay under Thorin's scrutinizing and suspicious eyes anymore, looked at Bilbo's dull eyes, and kindly reminded: "We may have to prepare a little more food, and they may have to stay for dinner. "

In fact it is.After enjoying beer, red wine, blueberry jam, apple tart, minced meat pie, cheese, pork pie, salad, and fish soup that Ellena cooked all afternoon, Bilbo was a little depressed It didn't please him to find out that the dwarves knew exactly what was in his larder.Elena patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "You're going to go on a long journey anyway, and it's just in time for you to finish eating." Well, this is not a very good consolation for Bilbo.

Elena took some biscuits, and poured herself and Bilbo a cup of coffee each, and they sat on a little stool by the fire, watching Gandalf and the dwarves eat and talk and talk.

Hearing the dwarves talking and laughing loudly about mines, gold, and orcs, Ellena fell silent.They are destined to embark on a journey, but what about her?Strange memories told her that she didn't belong here, and Gandalf, who knew her, confirmed that she was indeed a half-elf named Ellena, as if two souls were stuffed into one body, making her dizzy rise.She didn't even know who she was, so how could she know where to go?

Back to Rivendell?It seems like a good choice, but both souls are clamoring how boring this easy life is, and how wonderful and challenging the outside world is.

adventure?Not to mention whether the dwarves accept the elves, she herself is not ready to face the wrath of the dragon who keeps money like a life, and, faintly, she feels that the dragon will not be the biggest threat to the dwarves. Something evil in the darkness has been peering into that vault full of gold.

Then go to Mirkwood, said a voice, there is what you want.

It sounds good, Mirkwood is also the territory of the elves, although I heard that the king of the jungle is not very easy to deal with.Ellena was thinking wildly, while mechanically repeating the action of eating biscuits.

Bilbo, who moved in sync with her, also looked dazed. He suddenly asked: "Then, tomorrow morning, these people should have nothing to do with me, right?"

"No." Elena looked at Bilbo with complicated but determined eyes, "You will be their companion."

Bilbo was stunned for a moment, and pulled his hair in frustration: "I'm not ready to go far, you know, I've never been that far, no, I haven't even heard of it."

"It doesn't matter, Bilbo," Elena patted him on the shoulder. "As long as you are willing, it is not difficult to reach the finish line. It is not accidental that Gandalf chose you."

The dwarves were already clearing the table and singing new music, and they even brought their own instruments.The violin, fife, drum, clarinet, six-stringed harp, that is really a beautiful golden harp, the sweet music flows out with the plucking of the strings, blowing away all troubles like a gust of wind, the part of Irina The soul that belongs here gradually calms down.

The night came in from the windows on the side of the hill, wrapped in the chill of early spring, the fire in the fireplace was flickering, and the shadows of the people on the wall were swaying.No one noticed the dying fire, and in the darkness, the dwarves played and sang, their deep voices describing their homeland.

Over the cold and foggy mountains,

In that deep underground cave for thousands of years,

We must leave before dawn,

Look for that alluring shade of gold color.

The dwarves of yore cast mighty spells,

Accompanied by the jingle music of the hammer,

Dark creatures sleep in the depths,

The hole under the rock is unknown how deep it is.

Elven nobles and ancient kings,

With treasures of gleaming gold,

They tempered the gold and caught the light,

Hide it between the gems on the hilt.

On a silver necklace they strung a row,

The stars bloom beautifully like flowers,

On their crowns they adorned the flames of dragons,

The sun and the moon shine through the distorted lines.

Over the cold and foggy mountains,

In that deep underground cave for thousands of years,

We must leave before dawn,

Bring back long-forgotten gold.

They made themselves beautiful goblets,

The golden harp, where no one can see

The land where treasures lie long, many songs

Neither humans nor elves have had the chance to appreciate it.

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In the darkness, Ellena was the first to wake up. Sorin declined her offer to get the oil lamp. After thinking about it, she felt that the dwarves did not need her presence to discuss matters, so Ellena joined them one by one. and hugged Bilbo, who was still a little terrified in his own ghastly imagination, with Baggins' and Took's blood fighting in him, but Elena knew that Tuke The risk factor of the Ke family will eventually prevail.

After a brief freshening up in the bathroom, she returned to her room, lay on the big bed made up of several small beds, and closed her eyes.The singing seemed to never stop. She had a dream. Under the golden Mellon tree, a blond young elf was looking into the distance with his bow and arrow on his back. The sunlight hit his fair side face, dreamy and soft.

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