The bare-crowned dwarf Dwarin was truly a formidable warrior with all the virtues of a warrior, prudence, humility, seriousness, seriousness, and perseverance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, even in the face of the wizard he respected, the gray-robed Gandalf, he absolutely adhered to the dignity of the Iron Guard of King Elpol, and perhaps only when facing his fellow dwarves would he have a smile on his serious face.

That's just a hint of it!

Listening to Gandalf's instructions, Dwalin put his hood on, said a word of respect, and walked along the path he had been guided by.

Dewalin had barely walked for more than ten minutes when another boat turned out of the reeds and headed for the only pier near the Shire.

Wang Yonghao and Gandalf glanced at each other, and they both saw a hint of playfulness in each other's eyes, Wang Yonghao said first: "Dewalin just now shouldn't go, and maybe the journey will be better when this one goes together." ”

"Maybe!"

Gandalf replied with a smile, and the two-headed canopy boat came to rest on the dock in front of them.

The canopy of the boat was lifted by the gondolier, and a dwarf came out, a small old dwarf who looked really old, with a long white beard that passed through his heart, and his face was not so wrinkled because of the flesh.

In the same way, as soon as the blue cotton curtain on the canopy was lifted, he jumped out of the boat, as if some monster was chasing after the canopy!

The dwarves are basically dressed in the same clothes, the same cape with a hood, the same bearskin iron armor, the same shining gold belt, and the same thumb into the belt to stand on the belly......

If it weren't for the fact that his beard and hair were all gray, plus he was indeed old and shriveled, and his figure was much shorter than Dwarin, Huang Yonghao almost thought that these two people were one person!

Looking at the gray-robed Gandalf on the shore, the old dwarf opened his hands and asked with a happy smile, "Gandalf!" Who's here? ”

"You're the second, Bahrain!" Gandalf said, "Your little brother Devalin has arrived first!" ”

The old dwarf Balin was very happy to hear the news of his brother, and he was almost unwilling to wait any longer, but he saw Wang Yonghao standing next to him, misunderstood Wang Yonghao's identity, and bowed his head with his hands to his chest: "Bahrain is waiting for your dispatch!" ”

"You're welcome, I'm the apprentice of Gandalf, the gray-robed wizard, and you can call me Moreda! Your brother has been walking for almost half an hour, and with your feet, it will take about half a day to reach your destination! ”

Wang Yonghao pointed the way to Bahrain, who had saluted him, as Gandalf had done, and told him where and when to meet.

Bahrain hurried forward, although according to his footsteps, even if he actually reached his destination, it would be some time too late to meet him.

But there is such a force that drives human beings forward, one is unaware, and the other is that they have a fearless heart even if they know the difficulties and dangers.

After Balin left, the boat kept sailing to the dock, and some of them came out of the road by themselves, counting the previous two, a total of twelve dwarves!

When following the last wave of 4 dwarves on the chirp, Wang Yonghao realized that the dwarven expedition that was supposed to have 13 people was missing from Thorin.

Thorin Oak Shield, Tolkien's darling, born in 2746 and died in 2941 A.D., was the leader of the Dwarven Turin tribe, the grandson of King Thor of Ilube in the Lonely Mountain, and the son of Thorne.

It was also official that he had not shown up for many years because of the evil dragon Sage Spear who occupied his family's territory, and he didn't make any noise, making him think that it was time to take back his homeland, the old mountain.

And this time, as if it was a joke, the thirteen dwarves pulled up from the Blue Mountains were planning to go on an expedition, and it was also a seemingly reasonable and well-configured march that the lame Thorin Oak Shield had come up with by Gandalf.

As the evening wore on, Bilbo Baggins' house in the hill was lit up with a small blazing yellow light, shining through the round windows of the many rooms that stretched out of the tubular drawing-room.

The blazing yellow light looks quite warm at night, but it is definitely not in a good mood with Bilbo Baggins.

Hobbits are the most hospitable, they like the feeling of having a large number of visitors in their homes, and they like to laugh after dinners, but hobbits can't stand the fact that there is suddenly a bunch of dwarves in their homes that they don't know.

Each of these dwarves had been invited eight hundred years earlier, and all of them had drunk all the wine in the cellar and eaten up the contents of the dining room like brothers who had changed their masters' stickers......

In fact, when Gandalf took Wang Yonghao into the pit at the bottom of the hobbit's bag, he only took two fragrant round seed cakes in his hands, and the rest had already gone into the dwarf's stomach!

Whole pieces of cheese like big bricks, smoked fat legs, and the fragrant round seed cake that he was going to make a snack after the sixth meal!

He had just roasted the pot in the afternoon, and now it was either in the dwarf's stomach or in the crumbs on the table, except for two pieces in his hand.

Bilbo Baggins was furious at the moment, he loved visitors, like every hospitable hobbit, but he preferred arranged guests, and preferred to invite them personally, and to visit people he knew and liked.

At the beginning, when Dwalin ate his dinner in a big way, he suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

But 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.

But the problem now was that the dwarves had almost emptied his house, and he guessed in his heart that it was Gandalf's ghost!

Until the gray-robed Gandalf appeared and cursed, "Damn dwarf! In front of the tortured hobbits, he suddenly rushed over and accused him excitedly: "I am surrounded by a group of dwarves, who have come to my house, eaten all the food, and scourged the antiques in my house, and those centuries-old plates have been taken out and used by them!" ”

Gandalf listened to him with a smile on his face, but was actually counting the number of people, for it felt that the true leader and initiator of the expedition, Thorin Oakshield, had not yet arrived.

After counting the rounds, there was such a shortage, and when the question was raised, Dwalin gave an answer: "He has gone to our tribal convention, so the people have not yet rushed back, I hope there is good news!" ”