The Collection of The End

—The Third Age, 3001, September 22 —

night.

boom! -Snapped!

In the night sky of Hobbiton, fireworks lit up one after another, in green, red, and orange, to set off the banquet being held below more lively.

Men and women, hobbits of all ages, all dressed in costumes suitable for celebrations, or played musical instruments, feasted at the table, or danced with each other. The shaking lanterns and waving flags made the atmosphere extremely warm.

—

"You can come, welcome." The protagonist of the celebration, Bilbo, was talking with some elderly hobbits at the entrance of the venue, all smiles.

"Hey, Frodo? Why don't you go dancing?" Samwise Gamgee turned and sat beside Frodo, who was looking at the venue in the corner.

"People's sorrows and joys are not connected, I just think they are noisy." Frodo said.

"...What?" Sam scratched his head.

—

"Gandalf! Gandalf!" "Fireworks! Fireworks!" On the other side, Gandalf, who was responsible for releasing fireworks, was surrounded by Hobbit children.

"Look—Boom!" Gandalf lit a firework with hundreds of white doves with his bare hands, and the Hobbit children clapped and applauded.

"Come again! Come again!"

"Hehe, hehe." Gandalf cheerfully took more fireworks from his carriage to set off.

And just as he left, two hobbits sneaked out from behind the carriage, and tiptoedly took the largest red firework from the carriage.

—

"Welcome...Welcome...Uh." Bilbo, who was welcoming guests, shook his ears, and immediately turned and ran without looking back. By the way, he took away the Frodo who was facing him.

"It's the two old ladies from Sackville! I don't want to quarrel with them!" He explained in a low voice, pulling Frodo all the way out of the venue.

"I need to remind you, uncle, are you older than the two of them combined?" Frodo squinted at him.

"I know! Be quiet!"

—

On the other side, the two Hobbit boys who stole the fireworks were studying the fireworks that were shooting sparks out in front of them.

"I think it says it should be put on the ground?"

"I'm already on the ground."

"But it's inside the tent?"

"It was you who lit the fire!"

"I do not have!"

Chi Chi Chi Chi-Huh!

The big red firework suddenly sprinted upwards, leading the tent to soar into the sky. After a large flame bloomed in the air, it turned into a huge red dragon, swooping down, and overturning half of the venue to the ground. Finally rushed straight into the sky, exploding sparks in the sky.

Even though the Hobbit guests were thrown around, under the influence of alcohol and the warm atmosphere, they still clapped their hands in applause.

"PeregrinTook, and MeriadocBrandybuck," Gandalf pinched their ears one by one. "The wine glasses and dishes for this banquet are up to you two. washed."

—

"Ah...it's awful." Bilbo watched the dragon fireworks explode, his eyes dull.

"What's the matter? Don't you set off this kind of fireworks once a year?" Frodo looked at him: "This time it's just a little earlier."

"No, this is not an ordinary firework, it has a special meaning," Bilbo suddenly turned to look at Frodo: "You leave immediately...oh...it's too late."

"What?" Frodo looked at Bilbo's expression, turned around and looked behind him as if consciously: "Huh?"

A little hobbit girl appeared there at some point.

She has pink and white hair that is very rare from ordinary hobbits. She is wearing a pink and white dress that is quite different from ordinary hobbits. Her big blue eyes and round face look different from ordinary hobbits. However, those two short and fat little thick legs undoubtedly proved her identity as a hobbit.

"Bakins~" The girl raised her hand and greeted Bilbo in a very milky voice: "I'm coming~"

"Ah, sorry, the banquet is not over yet, I can't pull myself away, or you can go to the meeting place to eat something... No, go to my house and wait?" Bilbo looked at the girl and then at Frodo, incoherent, forehead See sweat.

"Huh—" The little Hobbit girl stared at Bilbo fiercely, with an expression that seemed to eat him.

"I really can't go away! Wait for a speech! I promise it will be soon!" Bilbo shivered, holding his head.

"What are you afraid of?" Frodo was puzzled, and he took out a bag of snacks he got at the venue and handed it to the little girl: "Are you hungry? Don't bother Bilbo, I can also help you get something to eat. …My name is Frodo, what is your name?"

Ah woo-

The little girl swallowed the snack and the package in one bite, and Frodo didn't even notice that she swallowed.

"My name is'Sophie'," the girl stretched out her little tongue and licked her lips. "Are you the Hobbit successor Baggins said?"

"Ah, it should be, Uncle Bilbo did say that he would leave all the property to me," Frodo said halfway, before he stunned afterwards: "...Smaug?"

"Well, then the contract is established," the little girl nodded: "I will give you the treasure I robbed in the future, and you are responsible for providing me with food."

"..." Frodo turned his head and looked at Bilbo: "Is this the origin of your unidentified property?"

"Of course, but then it will be your property." Following the voice, Gandalf walked over with his staff: "It's almost time for the protagonist of the birthday party to give a speech, Bilbo, please go there first, I will bring Frodo and Smaug goes to the bottom of the bag to wait for you."

"Oh, yes, of course, although this scene is a bit early, it is not unexpected," Bilbo had recovered his composure, adjusted his hair and clothes a little, and walked towards the venue pretendingly: "Wait for me to come back."

"Hateful Maya!" Before Bilbo could go far, the little girl who claimed to be Smaug swooped towards Gandalf, as if she was going to open her mouth to bite. Frodo had no food, and subconsciously reached out to stop her.

Huh~

Gandalf was in no trouble, raised his hand and threw out a candy, the little girl turned directly in the air, grabbing it in one bite.

咻咻咻~

Gandalf threw three candies again, and the little girl changed directions three times in a row. After eating all of them, they fell to the ground again.

"Hmm..." The little girl chewed candy in her mouth and looked at the gray-robed wizard who was blocked by Frodo: "It turned out to be Gandalf."

On what basis do you recognize people? What's in the recipe? Frodo is a little sweaty.

"Let me ask first, haven't you eaten giant eagles recently?" Gandalf squeezed his forehead.

"I won't eat until I win Gwaihir!" The little girl had an angry expression of being questioned, and seemed ready to take another bite to Gandalf at any time.

"Oh, then..."

"Only one Balrog was eaten."

"Cough cough cough!"

Although I don't know what they are talking about, Frodo thought, but he probably stepped into something super troublesome.