Chapter 296 and banquet invitation
"Burp~"
On the night of Bilbo's birthday, he burped at the table, and then he saw that there was still more than half of the food on the table.
"It's so delicious, but I can't eat any more, um... but I can have another small glass of wine."
He looked at Levi and asked, "What about you?"
"Give me a glass too."
Levi leaned back in his chair, not wanting to move at all.
His appetite was much smaller than Bilbo's, and most of the food that was eaten on the table was due to Bilbo's big stomach.
But no matter how big the super stomach is, it can't hold a whole table of super barbecue and super cake.
This time it was the defeat of the Hobbits.
Click.
The wine was served, and Levi took a sip and found that it was not produced by Roadside Castle.
It was another flavor, not worse than Roadside Castle.
This was not ordinary.
"Really good..."
It was late at night.
Levi sat on a chair in the front yard of Bag End, tasting the wine while looking up at the lush starry sky.
One of the stars is particularly conspicuous and bright.
The Star of Great Hope, or the Star of Eärendil.
Strictly speaking, it is not a star, but a Silmaril on Eärendil's forehead.
In the sky outside the Gate of the World, Eärendil drives a ship known as the most beautiful in the world: 'Vengelot', constantly sailing around the world and patrolling.
Eärendil, he is also Elrond's father.
For one era after another, Elrond silently watched his twin brother who chose to become a human, and his brother's descendants grow old one after another, or die for some unexpected reason.
I don't know what he will feel when he accidentally looks up at the star on a clear night.
Elrond... His life is full of tragedy and separation, full of pain.
But he is always strong and kind.
Levi's sight followed the star of Eärendil in the sky at an almost imperceptible speed, and many stories emerged in his mind.
This Lord of Rivendell, he gathered the blood of the three major families of elves and the three major families of humans, plus a trace of Maia.
His father was the savior Eärendil, but he left him when he was two years old. His mother was forced to jump into the sea and commit suicide due to an attack when he was six years old. He and his brother were adopted by the enemy who forced their mother to jump into the sea.
The enemy did not abuse them, but took good care of them, which made some feelings between them.
But later, the enemy who killed his mother was also punished by fate. He was tortured by pain and regret, singing elegy on the seashore like a ghost, wandering forever, and never returned to the world.
No one knows the ending.
But what is certain is that because of his sudden departure, Elrond once again lost his "relatives".
His life was full of loneliness and pain, and parting with close people who could never meet again.
"This guy is so miserable."
Shaking his head, Levi sighed at the star and slowly closed his eyes.
Unconsciously, he fell asleep on the chair.
Creaky.
What woke him up was a tiny noise.
The sun was rising.
When Levi opened his eyes, he found that there was an extra blanket on him, and in front of the courtyard, a postman was carefully stuffing a letter into Bilbo's mailbox.
Seeing that the noise he made seemed to scare Levi, he seemed a little embarrassed.
"Sorry, please forgive me, I didn't mean to wake you up, I tried to be as quiet as possible."
"It's okay, I shouldn't have fallen asleep here."
Levi waved his hand.
The postman's voice was indeed very small, and, should we say he is worthy of being a hobbit...When he didn't want to make a noise, Levi didn't even notice it until he walked in front of Levi.
You know, he has been in the center of the battlefield most of the time in these years, and the fighting has almost never stopped.
Although there were not many things that could threaten him, he still maintained the most basic vigilance, and any unnatural movement would immediately attract his attention.
But this...
"Excuse me, are you the 'Levi'?"
The Hobbit postman asked carefully after putting the letter into the mailbox.
"I am." Levi nodded.
"It's really you, I've heard many stories about you!"
The postman was obviously a little excited and almost jumped up. He touched himself left and right, and finally took out a small notebook that he carried with him.
"Um, you, can I ask you for an autograph?"
"My children like to listen to those stories very much. If they can see this... Oh, I know this request may be a little rude. If my behavior offends you, please pretend that you didn't hear it..."
As he spoke, the postman embarrassed himself.
He lowered his head and retracted his hand.
At this moment, Levi stood up and took the notebook in his hand.
A correct version at 1619 Book Bar!
"Sign here?"
"Okay!"
So Levi wrote down his name with a big stroke of his pen.
While returning the notebook, he also stuffed a few snacks into the postman's pocket.
"These are special snacks from River Valley City for your children."
"Thank you." The postman bowed excitedly while holding the notebook and the packaged snacks.
"My home is in the village of Guoshan on the north side of Hobbiton. If you happen to pass by, I will be happy to entertain you."
"Okay." Levi smiled and nodded, saying goodbye to the postman.
After leaving Bilbo's house, the postman opened his notebook, looked at the signature on it, and wrote something on it.
"The Lord of the North - the legendary Levi who frightened the evil forces is a very friendly person. When I asked him for an autograph, he quickly agreed and gave me some snacks to take back to my children at home."
"They will be very happy tonight."
After calming down a little and thinking about it, the postman recorded again: "But one thing that makes me curious is what is his relationship with Bilbo? I heard that Bilbo participated in an adventure decades ago. Maybe they met at that time..."
In the Shire, 'Bilbo, who has endless wealth in Bag End' is a mysterious figure.
Now there is one more mystery about him, and he seems even more mysterious.
The postman thought, shook his head, stopped recording, and concentrated on his work.
He looked at the small gift he got from Levi, and felt that today was also a day full of hope.
And it was especially hopeful.
"Bilbo, your letter!"
In the courtyard, Levi opened the door and called in.
"Wait a minute!"
Bilbo put the breakfast that had just been cooked in the pot on a plate, put down the pot, and walked over quickly.
"Let me see, huh?"
"Drogo Baggins."
Bilbo slowly read out the signature of the letter.
"From Buckstown, Brandy Hall."
"Oh?" Bilbo showed an interested look while reading.
After a moment, Bilbo nodded.
"Their family is still so hospitable and generous."
"What's wrong, Bilbo?" Levi was a little curious about the content of the letter.
"A banquet invitation from a cousin of mine who has a good relationship - Drogo Baggins."
"Just yesterday, his child was born. What a coincidence, this child and I have the same birthday."
Bilbo's mood was a little subtle.
"They are planning to celebrate the birth of a healthy child by holding a grand feast in Brandy Hall, following Gorbardock Brandybuck's example."
"Let me see... the child has a name, it says in the letter, his name is Frodo, Frodo Baggins."
"What a great name."
