Start with the Lord of the Rings

it's clear.

The blue sky is cloudless.

April in Middle-earth.

The hottest summer of the year.

The weather has turned hot.

Especially at noon.

A round of fiery red lights hangs high.

It radiates endless light and heat wantonly toward all things on the earth.

Rivendell goes all the way west on Eastern Avenue.

At this time, a tall figure was riding a horse and galloping fast in the wilderness, rushing towards the forest in the distance ahead.

The weather is getting hotter.

The galloping horses were breathing more and more heavily, and the corners of their mouths began to foam.

near.

closer.

Finally, when the horse rushed into the forest with the tall figure on its back.

The tall figure immediately jumped down from his back.

One hand grabbed the reins to control the horse, and a bucket of water appeared out of thin air in the other.

"Grumbling."

When the horses bow their heads and guzzle the water from the buckets.

At the same time, the tall man was holding a large kettle and gulping to his mouth.

a while.

When the horse looks up out of the bucket.

Morgan put down the kettle in his hand.

The heavy breathing of one person and one horse then returned to normal.

Then the tall man took out the horse material out of thin air again and poured it into the bucket to feed the horse.

He also sat on the overgrown forest floor and began to eat.

This loner-like man is naturally Morgan.

nearly two months ago.

After sending Tariel back to Mirkwood and spending another month with Tariel in the Woodland Kingdom.

Morgan bid farewell to Tariel, left Mirkwood, and embarked on a journey to the Shire to find Bilbo and Gandalf, two good companions.

On this way, through the forest wilderness, across the mountains and deep valleys, all the way to the present.

A person's long journey will inevitably encounter some troubles and dangers.

But to Morgan, those troubles and dangers were nothing more than fun and embellishments on a long and boring journey.

Compared to those small foreign dangers.

Morgan felt that the weather in Middle-earth in April was the biggest trouble.

The snowy winter was fine.

Morgan has a strong physique, wears a little bit, and is not afraid of the cold at all.

But obviously not in summer.

Morgan was wearing sturdy boots at this time, wearing trousers, leather armor, and a dagger on his lower body.

But on the upper body, Morgan only wore a loose long sleeve made of silk.

No other armor, leather armor or anything.

If it weren't for the fear of mosquito bites, Morgan would have liked to go shirtless.

"call"

Chew the last bite of dried mutton and spit it out, and then took another gulp of water.

Morgan sighed in satisfaction.

In such a hot ghost weather, it is unrealistic to travel at noon.

Even if Morgan could handle it, the horse next to him, borrowed from Beion the Skin Changer, couldn't.

He didn't want to tire the horse out.

In this big wilderness, there is no village or shop. If the horse dies, only relying on Morgan's legs, I don't know how long it will take to reach the place where humans gather.

The horse beside him was still chewing the horse feed.

Morgan, who was full of food and drink, stood up and stood at the edge of the forest to look around, and found that the neighborhood was a little familiar.

Soon, he remembered why it was familiar.

This is the place where the expedition team camped at the beginning. In the wilderness not far away, you can even see some debris such as the remaining camp tents that the expedition team had to throw away when they were attacked by the orc army.

Although it has been eroded by wind and rain, the distance is not too long, and it is easy to see traces if you look closely.

Seeing this, Morgan immediately thought of the three giant trolls.

In addition, the elven sword on his waist, and the treasures buried by the dwarves in the troll cave because it was not easy to take away.

after an hour.

Morgan stood in front of the giant troll cave that was overgrown with weeds.

Step into the cave**, the cave is still so smelly.

Morgan moved forward with his long sword in his hand. Perhaps because of the powerful aura of the trolls, there were no traces of other animals in the deserted cave.

Go all the way to the treasure chest deep in the cave.

Morgan saw the broken weapon rack where the sword on his waist had been placed, and the ground where it had been dug.

It was where the dwarves had buried the chest of treasures, but there was nothing left.

No one else knew about the treasure hidden in this troll cave except the expedition team.

At this time, all the dwarves of the expedition were in the new kingdom of Erebor in Lonely Mountain.

Well, the treasure here has been poached, except for Bilbo and Gandalf who passed by this road a few months ago.

There shouldn't be anyone else.

The treasure has been dug away.

Morgan quickly came out of the troll cave.

The weather outside the forest was still scorching hot.

Go back to the previous forest.

Morgan closed his eyes in the shady forest and rested until the sun was no longer hot. Then he rode out of the forest and galloped towards the distant road.

a month later.

Morgan reaches the edge of the Shire.

A summer morning in Hobbiton.

He woke up from the sound of cocks and the rising smoke.

The sky was just getting brighter.

Inside a well-decorated bag-end cave, Bilbo woke up just in time from his sleep.

After washing.

Started to prepare today's breakfast.

When he prepared breakfast for two and was cooking milk tea.

Gandalf, who was sleeping in the side room, was walking into the kitchen with a cigarette stick in his mouth.

"Good morning Bilbo."

Gandalf smiled.

"Morning, Gandalf"

Bilbo raised his head to say hello, and continued: "You sit down first, the milk tea will be ready soon."

Gandalf smiled and sat down at the table, smoking his stick and watching Bilbo busy.

It didn't take long.

Bilbo carried the teapot on the bonfire stand and poured a large cup of rich milk tea into each of the two tall and thick solid wood cups on the dining table.

Milk tea is made from a mixture of black tea and milk, with added sugar and a small amount of spices.

So it is very fragrant whether you drink it or smell it.

Bilbo, who had finished his work, sat down at the dining table, took a sip of hot milk tea, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"call"

"Drinking a cup of milk tea in the morning can make you feel refreshed all morning."

Putting down the teacup, Bilbo picked up the knife and fork to prepare for breakfast, but looked up and saw that Bilbo was still smoking slowly.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing that Gandalf was different, Bilbo asked aloud.

"Come on."

Gandalf took his last puff, then knocked on the stick, then slowly put it away and said, "It's time for me to go, Bilbo."

When the words fell, Bilbo's face was stunned for a moment, and then there was a hint of loss on his face.

But after his constant perseverance, Gandalf had lived with him from spring to summer for quite some time.

After all, Gandalf couldn't live forever.

Gandalf has always been busy, and this can be seen in Rivendell.

It was rare for him to have lived in the Shire for so long.

Bilbo had no choice but to put down his knife and fork, looked at Gandalf and said, "Didn't you wait for Morgan?"

"Morgan must be on his way to the Shire by now."

Hearing Bilbo's words, Gandalf sighed.

This guy Morgan, when he left Rivendell, promised to arrive in Shire in summer.

Summer is now half over.

The boy is still nowhere to be seen.

This made Gandalf feel a little helpless.

He really couldn't be as free as Bilbo or Morgan, and he had more to do.

They just made an appointment with each other.

He didn't want to go back on his word.

Just have to wait.

To see Gandalf sigh.

There was a smile on Bilbo's face again.

Every time he heard Gandalf offer to go, he could never be wrong about Morgan.

See Gandalf no longer mentions things to go.

Bilbo was starting to eat breakfast happily.

at this time.

"bang bang bang"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"How come who is it so early?"

Bilbo put down his knife and fork at once, and walked quickly towards the gate.

"bang bang bang"

The knock on the door came again.

"I'm coming."

Bilbo said, stepping up his pace, came to the gate, opened the gate, and saw a tall and handsome man with a tall and dusty figure standing in front of the gate of his house with a horse.

Not the good friend Morgan that he and Gandalf had been talking about all along.

"Morgan!"

Seeing the figure outside the door, Bilbo immediately exclaimed in surprise, and immediately shouted at Gandalf in the kitchen dining room: "Gandalf, Morgan is here."

After shouting, he immediately turned his head, looked at Morgan and smiled happily: "You finally came to Morgan."

"Long time no see Bilbo."

"I hope you'll forgive me for being late."

"But this time, I plan to take a good look at the four seasons of Shire. This time I may stay for a long time. I hope you don't mind."

Morgan looked at Bilbo and said with a smile.

"mind?"

Bilbo immediately shook his head and said happily: "No, of course I wouldn't mind, Morgan, you can stay as long as you want."

"You are welcome here"

"Come, give me the reins, and I'll settle your horse. Gandalf is in the kitchen, and you know where my kitchen is."

"You can eat my portion for breakfast first, I haven't touched it yet"

Bilbo happily led the horse away.

Morgan bowed his head and walked into Bag End, and saw Gandalf stooping out of it.

"Gandalf"

Morgan immediately smiled and said.

"Morgan, you can count."

Gandalf also came forward with a smile on his face and hugged Morgan.

The corridor is too low, it is somewhat inconvenient to speak here.

The two quickly came to the dining table in Bag Didong.

Just happened to see Bilbo's breakfast, which had not been started.

Morgan, who was still hungry after traveling all night, ate unceremoniously.

Morgan and Gandalf chatted while eating.

It didn't take long.

Bilbo is back.

His breakfast portion was not enough for Morgan.

So Bilbo was busy again.

Morgan and Gandalf sat on the side smoking, drinking tea, and chatting with three long-lost friends.

It didn't take too long.

Bilbo made two new breakfasts.

The three sat around the dining table.

Chatting easily.

Soon, they talked about the common hobby of the three: fishing.

Seeing Bilbo talking about fishing with great interest, and Gandalf's somewhat helpless expression.

Morgan knew that Gandalf must have been tormented by Bilbo for fishing.

At this moment, Morgan seemed to regret that he had said too much about enjoying the four seasons of the Shire.

Finally, this breakfast comes to an end.

Bilbo made the decision to go fishing with the three of them today to celebrate Morgan's arrival in the Shire.

The next time was the happiest time of Bilbo's life.

With Morgan coming.

The three friends drink, smoke, fish, play cards, and brag every day together, not to mention how leisurely they are.

It's just that happy times are always short-lived.

When the three finished their last drink of summer together.

On the first morning of autumn.

Gandalf bid farewell to Morgan and Bilbo and set out on a journey to the North.

After Gandalf had gone, Morgan's vacation at Bag End continued.

This time Morgan followed what he said to Bilbo when he arrived at Bag End in the summer.

From summer to autumn.

Then from autumn to winter, and then to the spring of the following year.

Morgan lived in Bilbo's Bag End for four seasons.

I also thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the four seasons in Shire.

On the morning of the end of spring the following year.

That is the first morning of summer.

Morgan said goodbye to Bilbo and was ready to return.

Where can he go back?

Back to the woodland kingdom of Mirkwood, of course.

Tariel's existence, like an anchor, is the only thing Morgan cares about in this world right now.

Let Morgan think of it for the first time, and can feel the warmth in the bottom of my heart.

Let him be no longer a homeless ronin in this world.

"Goodbye Bilbo."

Morgan on his horse smiled and waved goodbye to Bilbo.

"Goodbye Morgan!"

Bilbo waved at Morgan with a disappointed expression.

When Morgan was getting away and the figure was about to disappear, Bilbo suddenly shouted at Morgan: "Morgan, remember to come and visit Shire when you have time!"

Morgan turned back and waved at Bilbo with a smile.

Then he walked into the cool breeze of the clear summer morning and disappeared.

On this day, Bilbo returned home with a very disappointed mood, and wrote the first line in his notebook: "It was a long time ago, in a piece of land in the far east, where there was a river valley town"

Before the end of summer in Middle-earth.

Morgan, who had left the Shire, returned to the woodland kingdom of Mirkwood and lived with Tariel at a leisurely pace.

In the last few days before the end of the fall of the same year.

Morgan received an invitation from the dwarves of Erebor in the Lonely Mountain.

The invitation letter was written by Thorin Oakenshield, the king of the mountain, and Morgan was invited to participate in the great celebration of the restoration of the kingdom of Erebor, which was held on the day of Turin of the dwarves.

Morgan then went to the Lonely Mountain for the Dwarf Celebration.

When the celebration was over, they said goodbye to Thorin Oakenshield, the student Kili and the expedition dwarves, as well as Bard and his three children.

Morgan returned to Mirkwood.

Since then, Morgan has lived with Tariel in the Woodland Kingdom, rarely stepping out of Mirkwood.

Time flows like water.

It always flows and disappears inadvertently.

In a blink of an eye.

Sixty years have gone by in a flash.

Sixty years is like a dream.

It's overly over, the Lord of the Rings plot will start tomorrow, things are complicated in March, and I can't update it. Sorry, I want to rise up in April! Finally, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass~~