The blue pillar of light pierced through the atmosphere, and everyone in the upper echelons of the council saw the blue pillar of light shooting towards them.

The panic didn't have time to express completely, the expression of despair froze on his face, and the blue light had already penetrated the Great Temple.

[Don't say anything, yesterday when I was on duty in the unit in the middle of the night, I somehow burned my mobile phone charger line, today my house also has a power outage, now I haven't written, and the phone can't be charged. The charger port of my mobile phone is different from other people's, and then there is no suitable opportunity to buy it nearby. For the time being, I can only find an opportunity to go out and buy a charger cable tomorrow, and then charge it and make up for today's chapter]

Not long before the time for afternoon tea, there was a deafening doorbell from the front door, and he just remembered! He frantically boiled the water, prepared another teacup and saucer and a few pieces of cake, and ran to the door as fast as he could.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" He was about to say this, only to find that it wasn't Gandalf in front of him. The other is a dwarf with a bluebeard tucked into his belt, he wears a dark green hat and has very bright eyes. As soon as the door opened, he burst in, as if his master were his good brother.

He found the nearest coat rack with the hooded cloak attached to it and hung it up, and said, "Dvalin is at his disposal!" He said with a deep bow.

"Bilbo Baggins is at your disposal!" The hobbits were surprised to forget what question to ask. When the ensuing silence became awkward, he added, "I was about to have tea, please come and use it with me." "Maybe it's a little blunt, but he really is sincere; And what would you do if a dwarf came into your house uninvited and didn't have a word of explanation?

They had not been seated at the table for a long time, and in fact, they had just eaten the third cake when the doorbell rang again, louder than the previous one.

"I'll quit first!" The hobbit rushed to the door again.

"You're finally here!" He was going to say this to Gandalf, but it wasn't Gandalf who appeared in front of him. The other was a very old-looking dwarf, with a white beard and a red hat; In the same way, he jumped in as soon as the door opened, as if he had received an invitation eight hundred years earlier.

"Everybody's starting to report in!" He said this when he saw Dwalin's coat and hat hanging from the shelf. He also hung his red hat next to him: "Bahrain is at your disposal!" He said with his hands on his chest.

"Thank you!" Bilbo was taken aback, he shouldn't have said that, according to the courtesy, but the phrase "everyone is starting to report" made him confused. He likes visitors, but he prefers arranged guests, and prefers to invite them personally. He suddenly had a foreboding feeling that there might not be enough cake. As a host, he has a ritual that must be observed no matter how painful it is: he must first invite the guest to eat, and he may not be able to eat it himself.

"Come in, let's have tea first!" After taking a deep breath, he finally reluctantly spoke.

"Kind sir, if you don't bother, it would be better to have some beer!" The white-bearded Barin said, "If you have some seed cakes, sir, I don't mind." ”

"Of course, of course, I have a lot of them!" Bilbo was surprised to find himself answering like that, and his feet were so busy with themselves. He went to the cellar to fill a large jug of beer, and then went to the dining room to get two fragrant round seed cakes that he had freshly baked in the afternoon to serve as a snack after dinner.

When he returned, Barin and Devalin were already talking like old friends (in fact, they were brothers). Bilbo had just put the beer and cake on the table, and the doorbell rang loudly again, and twice in a row!

"This time it has to be Gandalf!" He had a guess as he ran down the hallway panting, but this time it wasn't. Two more dwarves came, both wearing blue hoods, silver belts, yellow beards, and carrying a bag of tools and a shovel. As soon as the door opened, they rushed in honestly and unceremoniously, but this time it didn't frighten Bilbo.

"Dear dwarves, is there anything I can do to help?" He said.

"Chili is at your disposal!" One of them said. "And Filip, too!" Another added. Both quickly took off their hats and bowed deeply.

"I'm waiting for you and your family!" Bilbo finally answered them this time.

"It turns out that Dwalin and Bahrain have already arrived first," said Chili, "let's have fun together!" ”

"Looney Joy!" Mr. Baggins thought to himself, "That doesn't sound good, I'll have to sit down and have a cup of tea and think about what to do." He hid in the corner and took a sip, while the other four dwarves sat at the table heroically, talking and laughing loudly about the mines, the gold and the troubles of the orcs, the raids of the dragons, and many other things he did not know and did not want to hear about, because they all sounded too adventurous. At this moment, his doorbell rang again, as if some naughty hobby child was trying to rip it off with all his might.

"Someone is coming again!" He said with a wink.

"From that sound, I guess there were four men," said Fili, "and, before we came, I saw them following me." ”

The poor hobbit sat in the drawing-room, head in his hands, not knowing what was going on, or whether the wicked would stay for dinner. Then, the doorbell was so loud and loud that he had to run to open the door with all his might. After opening the door, he realized that it was not four people at all, but five people! While he was in a daze in the drawing-room, another dwarf came up; No sooner had he turned the doorknob than all the people rushed in, bowing and saying, "Wait for your dispatch!" They were Dori, Nori, Ori, Oyin, and Groin, and soon two purple hats, a gray hat, a brown hat, and a white hat were hung on a coat rack, and the dwarves swaggered into their companions with their big hands in their belts of gold or silver. These people do seem to have the strength of Le Yile. Some people want to drink ale, some want to drink dark beer, and some want to drink coffee, but everyone has to eat cake. Therefore, this hard-working hobbit has been busy for a long time.

A large pot of coffee was boiling on the stove, the seed cakes were all killed, and the dwarves were attacking the creamed wheat cakes, when there was a loud knock at the door. This time it wasn't the doorbell, but the sound of the hobit banging on the beautiful green door of the hobbit – someone banging on the door with a stick!

Bilbo rushed down the hallway in a rage, his head in a state of confusion and unable to figure out anything, it had been the most chaotic Wednesday of his life. He slammed the door, and all the people outside fell in, one by one to the floor. More dwarves, four more! Gandalf stood right behind, leaning on his cane and laughing. He knocked on the door with a lot of marks, and by the way, he had rubbed off the secret mark he had made yesterday.

"Be careful! Be careful! He said. I said Bilbo, it's not like your style to let your friends wait at the door and open it suddenly! May I introduce Beaver, Beaufer, and Pomber, and this Thorin! ”

"At your disposal!" Beafer, Beaufer and Pomber said in a row. Then they hung up two yellow hats and a pale green hat, and a sky-blue hat with long silver tassels on it. The last hat is Thorin's, a very important dwarf, in fact, Thorin Oak Shield. At the moment he was not happy that he had fallen to the floor with Beaver, Beaufer, and Pombert still pressed on him. Because, the fat Pombo is amazingly heavy. Thorin was rather haughty, and he didn't say anything to be sent; However, poor Bilbo had apologized many times, and finally, with a humming "Don't say any more", his tightly knit brows finally relaxed.

"Everyone's here!" Gandalf looked at the thirteen brightly coloured hats for the banquet and his own pointed hat hanging from the hat rack and said, "What a rarity! I hope that those who are late still have something to eat and drink! What's that? Tea! No, thanks! I want to drink some red wine. ”

"Me too," Thorin said.

"And blueberry jam and apple tart," Biffer said.

"And minced meat pie and cheese," Beaufer said.

"And pork pie and salad," Pomber said.

"If you don't mind, please have some more cake, ale and coffee!" The other dwarves shouted through the door.

"And a few hard-boiled eggs, you're such a nice guy!" When Bilbo rushed to the pantry, they added, "Don't forget the smoked chicken and pickled cucumbers, too!" ”

"How can this guy know so much about my pantry!" Mr. Baggins felt a mess in his mind and began to wonder if this was the most worrying adventure that had come to his door. By the time he had put all the cups, pans, forks, forks, bottles and saucers on large trays, he was already sweating and red, and he felt quite unhappy.

"These dwarves are so rude!" He exclaimed, "Why didn't they come to help?" "Oh my God, aren't Bahrain and Dwarin standing right in the doorway? Behind him stood Fili and Chili, and before he could say the second word, they moved out the tray and a few small tables, and rearranged the outside.

Gandalf was surrounded by thirteen dwarves, and Bilbo sat on a small stool by the fireplace, munching on a small biscuit (his appetite had temporarily disappeared), trying to force his composure, showing that everything was normal and that it was not a risk to him. The dwarves ate and ate and talked and talked and chatted

"You're all going to stay for dinner, right?" He asked in the calmest and most polite tone.

"Of course!" "We're going to stay a little longer, it's too late to do something, and we should enjoy some music," Sorin said. Put things away! ”

The twelve dwarves (not counting Thorin, who was too high in status and had to keep talking to Gandalf) immediately bounced up and piled everything high. Without waiting for the tray, they immediately carried the mountain of cutlery with one hand, and there was a bottle on it. Bilbo panicked and inexplicably followed behind, nervously yelling, "Please be careful! "Please, don't bother! I'll just do it myself! But the dwarf tore open his throat as usual, and sang:

Break the cup, break the plate!

Sharpen blunt knives and bend forks!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates the most

Break the bottle and burn the stopper!

Shred the tablecloth and throw the cream!

And poured the milk on the floor!

Bones left on the carpet in the bedroom!

Pour wine on every door panel!

All of these were thrown into the cauldron of boiling soup;

Beat the air violently with a stick,

If there is still a complete container after getting it,

Just roll them out into the living room!

Bilbo Baggins hates this the most!

We have to be careful! Take these plates carefully!

Of course, they didn't do anything as terrible as the lyrics, everything was cleaned up and put in the cupboard as fast as lightning fast. The hobbits were in the kitchen, desperate to see what they were doing. Then the group walked back, and they saw Thorin with his feet crossed on the table, smoking his pipe. The smoke rings he spit out were even bigger than ever, and no matter where he told them to float, they were obedient. These smoke rings would burrow into chimneys, hide in the clock on the fireplace, dance around the ceiling; However, no matter where these smoke rings drifted, they could not escape Gandalf's aiming. Burst! He would puff out smaller rings of smoke from his clay pipe, passing through each of Thorin's rings, and then Gandalf's rings would turn green and float back to the wizard's head. There were already many smoke rings floating on his head by this time, and in the faint light it seemed to have a mysterious temperament. Bilbo looked at the scene with his mouth wide open, for he liked smoke rings the most; Then, he remembered his axe yesterday, and he couldn't help but blush.

Burst! He would puff out smaller rings of smoke from his clay pipe, passing through each of Thorin's rings, and then Gandalf's rings would turn green and float back to the wizard's head. There were already many smoke rings floating on his head by this time, and in the faint light it seemed to have a mysterious temperament. Bilbo opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him.

[Obviously this is the only way to do today, and the remaining power may be able for me to do something else, something else, but it is impossible to hope that I can finish today's chapter. 】