Chapter 296 and Banquet Invitation

"Hiccup~"

On the evening of Bilbo's birthday, he burped at the table and saw that most of the food was still left.

"It's delicious, but I can't eat any more, um... but I can still have a small glass of wine."

He looked at Levi and asked, "What about you?"

"Give me one, 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 on the table was eaten up thanks to Bilbo's big stomach.

But no matter how big your stomach is, it is impossible to fill a whole table of super-large barbecues and super-large cakes.

This time it was the Hobbits' defeat.

Click.

When the wine was served, Levi took a sip and found that it was not produced in Roadside Castle.

It has a different flavor, no worse than the roadside burger.

This is unusual.

“That’s really good…”

It's late at night.

Levi sat in a chair in the front yard of Bag End, sipping wine and looking up at the lush starry sky.

One of the stars is particularly prominent and bright.

The Star of the Great Hope, or the Star of Earendil.

Strictly speaking, they were not stars, but their bright light came from a Silmaril that Earendil wore on his brow.

In the sky outside the Gate of the World, Earendil pilots a ship known as the most beautiful in the world: 'Venkilot', which constantly sails and patrols around the world.

Earendil, who was also the father of Elrond.

For era after era, Elrond watched in silence as his twin brother, who chose to become human, and his brother's descendants grew old, generation after generation, or died due to some unexpected reasons.

I don’t know what his mood will be when he accidentally looks up at the star on a clear night.

Elrond...his life was one of tragedy and separation, of pain.

But he was always strong and kind.

Levi's gaze followed the star of Eärendil in the sky at an almost imperceptible speed, and many stories emerged in his mind.

This Lord of the Valley has the blood of the three major families of elves, the three major families of humans, and a trace of Maia.

His father was the savior Earendil, 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 mistreat them but took good care of them, which created some feelings between them.

However, later on, the murderer of his mother was punished by fate. He was tortured by pain and regret, and sang elegies on the seashore like a ghost, wandering forever and never returning to the human world.

No one knows how it will end.

But what is certain is that because of his sudden departure, Elrond once again lost his "relatives".

His life was filled with loneliness and pain, and separation from close people whom he would never see again.

"This guy is really miserable."

Shaking his head, Levi sighed at the star and slowly closed his eyes.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the chair.

Crunch.

What woke him was a tiny noise.

The sun is 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 putting a letter into Bilbo's mailbox.

Seeing that the noise he made seemed to scare Levi, he seemed a little embarrassed.

"I'm 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 soft, and, as expected of a Hobbit... When he didn't want to make any noise, Levi didn't even notice him until he walked in front of him.

You have to know that 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 are not many things that can pose a threat to him, he still maintains the most basic vigilance, and any unnatural movement will immediately attract his attention.

But this…

"Excuse me, are you the 'Levi'?"

The Hobbit postman asked cautiously as he stuffed the letter into the mailbox.

"I am." Levi nodded.

"It's really you, I've heard many stories about you!"

The postman was obviously getting a little excited and almost jumped up. He felt around on his body and finally pulled out a small notebook that he carried with him.

"Can I ask for your autograph?"

"My children love listening to those stories. If they can see this...Oh, I know this request may be a bit rude. If my behavior offends you, please pretend you didn't hear it..."

As he spoke, the postman embarrassed himself.

He lowered his head in embarrassment and retracted his hand.

Just then, Levi stood up and took the notebook from his hand.

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“Just sign here?”

"good!"

So Levi wrote with a flourish and left his name.

While returning the notebook, he also gave the postman a few snacks.

"These are special snacks from River Valley City for your children."

"Thank you." The postman bowed excitedly, holding the notebook and the packaged snacks.

"My home is in Guoshan Village on the north side of Hobbiton. If you happen to pass by, I would be happy to entertain you."

"Okay." Levi nodded with a smile and said goodbye to the postman.

After leaving Bilbo's house, the postman opened the notebook, looked at the signature on it, and wrote something on it.

"The Lord of the North, the legendary Levi who made the evil forces tremble, was a very friendly man. When I asked him for his autograph, he quickly agreed and gave me some snacks to take back to my children at home."

"They will have a lot of fun 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 took part in an adventure decades ago. Maybe they met at that time..."

In the Shire, Bilbo, the man with endless wealth at Bag End, is a mysterious figure.

Now there is one more mystery surrounding him, and he seems even more mysterious.

The postman thought about it, shook his head, stopped recording, and concentrated on his work.

He looked at the small gift he received from Levi and felt that today was also a day full of hope.

And especially hopeful.

"Bilbo, your letter!"

In the courtyard, Levi opened the door and greeted people inside.

"Hold on!"

Bilbo put the breakfast that had just been cooked in the pot onto a plate, put the pot down, and walked over quickly.

"Let me see, huh?"

"Drogo Baggins."

Bilbo slowly read the signature of the letter.

"From Brandy Hall, Bucks."

"Oh?" Bilbo showed an interested look as he read.

After a moment, Bilbo nodded.

"The family is still so hospitable and generous."

"What's wrong, Bilbo?" Levi was a little curious about the contents of the letter.

"An invitation to a banquet from a cousin of mine, Drogo Baggins."

"Just yesterday, his child was born. What a coincidence, this child and I have the same birthday."

Bilbo was in a strange mood.

"They are planning to celebrate the birth of their child with a grand feast in Brandy Hall, following the example of Gorbadoc Brandybuck."

"Let me see... the child has a name, it says in the letter, his name is Frodo, Frodo Baggins."

“What a nice name.”

(End of this chapter)