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Sunny weather.

The blue sky is cloudless.

April in Middle-earth.

Entering the hottest summer of the year.

The weather has become scorching hot.

Especially at noon.

A round of fiery red lights hangs high.

Recklessly radiating endless light and heat toward the earth and everything.

Rivendell has been heading west on the East Avenue.

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

The weather is getting hotter and hotter.

The galloping horse's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the corners of their mouths began to foam.

It's near.

It's closer.

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

The tall figure immediately jumped off his back.

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

"Grumbling..."

When the horse bowed its head and drank the water in the bucket.

The tall man is also holding a big water bottle and slurping to his mouth.

For a while.

When the horse looked up and left the bucket.

Morgan put down the kettle in his hand.

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

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

He also sat on the overgrown forest floor and started eating.

This lone ranger-like man is naturally Morgan.

Nearly two months ago.

After sending Tariel back to the dark dense forest, and staying with Tariel in the woodland kingdom for another month.

Morgan bid farewell to Tarrell, left the dark jungle, and embarked on a journey to the Shire to find Bilbo and Gandalf's two good partners.

On this road, through the forest wilderness, across the mountains and deep valleys, until now.

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

But for Morgan, those troubles and dangers are nothing but fun and embellishments on a boring long journey.

Compared to those small dangers from outside.

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

The winter when the snow flew before was okay.

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

But obviously not in summer.

Morgan was wearing sturdy boots at this time, wearing trousers and leather armor with a dagger on his lower body, which was not much different from his previous outfit.

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

No other armor or leather armor was worn.

If it weren't for the fear of mosquito bites, Morgan would actually want to be shirtless.

"call..."

Chew the last bite of dried lamb and spit it down, and then poured a big mouthful of water.

Morgan let out a long sigh of contentment.

In such a hot ghost weather, it is unrealistic to go on the road at noon.

Even if Morgan could carry it, the horse beside him borrowed from Biorn, the skin changer, couldn't stand it.

He didn't want to tire the horse.

There is no shop in front of the village in this great wilderness. If the horse dies, it will only rely on Morgan's legs, and I don’t know how long it will take to get to a place where humans gather.

The horse beside him was still chewing the horse feed.

After eating and drinking, Morgan stood up, and after standing on the edge of the forest and looking around, he found that the neighborhood was a bit familiar.

Soon, he remembered why he was familiar.

This is the place where the expedition team camped. Not far from the wilderness, you can even see some debris and other debris that the expedition team had to abandon the camp and escape when it was attacked by the orcs.

Although it has been eroded by wind and rain, the distance is not too long, and it is easy to see the traces by careful observation.

Seeing this, Morgan immediately remembered the three giant trolls.

And, the elven sword on his waist, as well as the treasures buried by the dwarves in the troll cavern because it was not easy to take away.

after an hour.

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

Stepping into the hole **, the hole is still so smelly.

Morgan was holding a long sword all the way forward, perhaps because of the strong breath of the trolls, the deserted caves could not see the traces of other animals.

Walk all the way to the treasure vault deep in the cave.

Morgan saw the dilapidated weapon rack where the sword was placed on his waist, and the ground that had been dug up.

That was the place where the dwarf buried the chest of treasures, but now there is nothing left.

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

At this time, all the dwarves of the expedition team were in the new Erebo Kingdom in the Lone Mountain.

Then the treasure was poached away, except for the two Bilbo and Gandalf who passed by this road a few months ago.

There should be no more people.

Since the treasure has been dug away.

Morgan soon left the troll cave.

At this time, the weather outside the forest was still hot.

Go back to the forest before.

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

One month later.

Morgan reached the edge of the Shire.

......

Summer morning in Hobbiton.

Was awakened from the sound of chickens and the rising smoke.

The sky was just getting bright.

Inside a well-decorated bag-bottom hole, Bilbo woke up on time from his sleep.

After washing.

Started preparing for today's breakfast.

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

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

"Good morning Bilbo."

Gandalf smiled.

"Morning, Gandalf..."

Bilbo raised his head and said hello, and continued: "You sit down for a while, and the milk tea will be ready soon."

Gandalf sat down at the table with a smile, smoking a cigarette and watching Bilbo busy.

It didn't take long.

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

Milk tea is cooked by mixing black tea and milk, with sugar and a small amount of spices added.

So no matter it is drinking or smelling, it is special and fragrant.

After he was busy, Bilbo sat on the table, took a big mouthful of hot milk tea, and took a long sigh of relief.

"call..."

"Drinking a cup of milk tea in the morning is really refreshing all morning."

Putting down the tea cup, Bilbo picked up the knife and fork to prepare for breakfast, but raised his head to see that Bilbo was still smoking a cigarette slowly.

"What's wrong?"

Realizing that Gandalf was different, Bilbo couldn't help but ask.

"Hey..."

Gandalf finished his last puff, then knocked on the stem, then slowly put the stem away and said, "I should go now, Bilbo."

When the voice fell, Bilbo looked blank, and immediately showed a trace of disappointment on his face.

But after his continuous retention, Gandalf has lived with him from spring to summer for a long time.

After all, Gandalf couldn't live there forever.

Gandalf has always been a lot of things, which can be seen in Rivendell.

He can live in the Shire for so long, it is already very rare.

Bilbo didn’t want to continue to stay, so he had to put down his knife and fork, looked at Gandalf and said, "Aren’t you waiting for Morgan?"

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

Hearing what Bilbo said, Gandalf couldn't help sighing.

This guy Morgan, when he left Rivendell, said he arrived in the Shire in the summer.

Summer is now halfway through.

The kid hasn't been seen yet.

This made Gandalf feel helpless.

He really can't be as free as Bilbo or Morgan, he has more things.

It's just that they have already made an appointment with each other.

He didn't want to break his promise.

Can only wait any longer.

Seeing Gandalf sighed.

Bilbo smiled again.

Every time he heard Gandalf asking to leave, he would not be wrong as long as he talked about Morgan.

See that Gandalf no longer mentions things to leave.

Bilbo was enjoying his breakfast.

at this time.

"Boom boom..."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Why would it be who earlier?"

Bilbo immediately put down his knife and fork and walked quickly to the door.

"Boom boom..."

The knock on the door came again.

"I'm coming..."

Bilbo accelerated his pace as he spoke, came to the gate, opened the gate, and saw a tall, handsome man standing in front of his house leading a horse.

It's not the good friend Morgan he and Gandalf have been talking about.

"Morgan!"

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

After shouting, he turned his head and looked at Morgan with a smile happily: "You finally came to Morgan."

"Long time no see Bilbo."

"Hope you can forgive me for being late."

"But this time, I plan to take a good look at the four seasons of the Shire. This time I may live 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 don't mind. Morgan, you can live as long as you want."

"You are welcome here..."

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

"You can eat my share for breakfast, I haven't moved yet..."

Bilbo happily took the horse and left.

Morgan lowered his head and walked into the bottom hole of the bag, and saw Gandalf bend over and walk out of it.

"Gandalf..."

Morgan immediately smiled and said.

"Morgan, you can count..."

Gandalf also approached Morgan with a smile on his face and hugged him.

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

The two soon arrived at the dining table in the bottom hole of the bag.

It happened to see Bilbo's breakfast that hadn't started yet.

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

Morgan and Gandalf talked while eating.

It didn't take long.

Bilbo is back.

His breakfast is not enough for Morgan.

So Bilbo got busy again.

Morgan and Gandalf sat by smoking cigarettes and drinking tea. It was so pleasant for the three long-lost partners to chat together.

It didn't take too long.

Bilbo made two breakfasts again.

The three people sat around the dining table.

Very relaxed chatting.

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

He watched Bilbo talk about his special interest in fishing, and looked at Gandalf's somewhat helpless expression.

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

At this moment, Morgan seemed a bit regretful that he had said that he wanted to appreciate the four seasons of the Shire, and seemed to have said too much.

Finally, at the end of this breakfast.

Bilbo made the decision that the three of them went fishing together today to celebrate Morgan's arrival in the Shire.

The next time was the happiest time Bilbo had ever had in his life.

With Morgan coming.

The three little friends drink, smoke, fish, play cards, brag together every day, don't mention how leisurely.

It's just that the pleasant time is always short.

When the three of them drank the last wine of summer together.

On the first morning of the arrival of autumn.

Gandalf bid farewell to Morgan and Bilbo and embarked on a journey to the north.

After Gandalf left, Morgan's holiday at the bottom of the bag continued.

This time Morgan complied with what Bilbo said when he reached the bottom of the bag in the summer.

From summer to autumn.

From autumn to winter, and then to the spring of the second year.

Morgan lived in Bilbo's bottom hole for four seasons.

I also thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Shire with different seasons.

In the morning after the end of the spring of the following year.

It is the first morning of summer.

Morgan bid farewell to Bilbo, ready to return.

Where can he go on his return trip?

Of course back to the woodland kingdom of the dark dense forest.

Tarrell's existence is like an anchor, and it is Morgan's only concern in this world now.

It reminded Morgan for the first time, and he could feel the warmth in his heart.

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

"Goodbye Bilbo..."

Morgan on horseback smiled and waved goodbye to Bilbo.

"Goodbye Morgan!"

Bilbo looked disappointed and waved hard at Morgan.

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

Morgan looked back and waved at Bilbo with a smile.

Then he walked into the cool breeze in the early summer morning and disappeared.

On this day, Bilbo returned home with great disappointment and wrote the first line in his notebook: "It was a long time ago, on a piece of land in the far east, 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 in the dark and dense forest, and lived leisurely with Tarrell.

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

Morgan received an invitation letter from the dwarves of Erebo in the Lonely Mountain~www.readwn.com~ The invitation letter was personally written by the king of the mountain Thorin Oak Shield, inviting Morgan to participate in the major restoration celebration of the Kingdom of Erebo , The celebration is held on the day of Turin for the dwarves.

Morgan then went to Lonely Mountain to participate in the Dwarf Celebration.

When the celebration was over, we said goodbye to Thorin Oak Shield, student Kiri and a group of expedition dwarves, as well as Bud and his three children.

Morgan returned to the dark forest.

Since then, Morgan has been living with Tarrell in the woodland kingdom, rarely stepping out of the dark jungle.

Time is like flowing water.

Always flow and disappear inadvertently.

In a blink of an eye.

Sixty years passed in a flash.

For sixty years, it was like a dream.