Chapter 10: Gandalf the Dragon Slayer

Watching as Thorin Oakenshield personally invites Morgan to join the expedition.

Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief.

He was watching Morgan step by step from being spurned by Thorin Oakenshield.

And then to angrily rebuke Thorin Oakenshield and threatened to challenge him.

Then not make things difficult for the other party and change the object of the challenge.

In the end, he easily defeated the dwarf Kíli, and not only made Thorin Oakenshield personally apologize, but also personally invited Morgan to join the team.

In the eyes of the dwarves and himself, it showed his strength well.

After such a performance, Morgan's position in the team will never be lower than that of the dwarfs.

In the future team, no one can underestimate him, or dare to underestimate him.

You should know that for reasons of his character, dwarves value strength more than any other race.

Before, he just thought that this Morgan boy is very strong.

He did not expect this child's brain to be so agile.

You should know that from start to finish, apart from Morgan's hint to make amends in the middle, he barely said anything.

This is way better than what I told Morgan earlier, joining the team on his recommendation.

Morgan's exceptional performance made Gandalf think of Bilbo.

I also want to recommend joining the team.

Remembering the attitude of Thorin Oakenshield and the dwarves towards Bilbo.

Gandalf was a little disturbed.

But with him around, Bilbo is sure to join the team.

It's just that before that, the little guy has to agree.

Thinking of this, Gandalf drew his pipe again.

Back in Bilbo's Bag End.

The dwarfs haven't fully recovered from the competition at this point, and are still in high spirits.

Even Bilbo, who had always been very depressed, had just won money and was infected by the lively atmosphere, right now, his mood was much better.

The recently unfinished party continues.

See a plethora of various foods and drinks being brought out of the food storage room.

Bilbo gritted his teeth and consoled himself: "Since it's inevitable, it's best to be generous and show Hobbit hospitality..."

Thinking of this, Bilbo's bleeding heart seemed to feel a little more comfortable.

Soon, the long table used for the banquet was filled with all kinds of food.

Looking at smoked fish, bacon, smoked sausage, smoked ham, cheese, white bread, dried tomatoes, dried persimmons, dried mushrooms, and more than a dozen dazzling types of food.

There are also various types of wine, such as red wine and fruit wine.

Morgan finally got an idea about the Hobbit, no, Bilbo's family.

This is not a food reserve that the average family might have.

The dwarves' predatory transport quickly filled the entire table.

A group of dwarves took their seats and Morgan sat down next to Gandalf.

Dwarves don't pay much attention to etiquette and start eating when they sit down.

Morgan is also not courteous, in this world there is no such thing as losing weight.

The average person can eat a few meals a day and it is considered very good.

Morgan has many memories of the plot in his mind and knows that there will be many difficult days on the expedition.

If he doesn't enjoy it now, maybe he'll regret it later?

Smoked fish, bacon, smoked ham, smoked sausage, cheese... Morgan eats a variety of high-calorie foods.

Fruit wine and red wine are also available.

Not to mention that these smoked meats taste different.

Morgan thought that he could eat it for a long time.

Although Morgan drank and ate meat, he was much better than the dwarves when it came to eating.

When the dwarves eat, they not only sing loudly, but also dance on the table.

At that moment, at the dining table, a young dwarf who was about the same age as the dwarf Kíli, but a little shorter than Kíli, with blond hair and a few small braids, was twisting his butt in the middle of the long table. .

The dwarfs around them were waving knives and forks, banging on crockery and making various noises, laughing and shouting in cooperation.

Fortunately, Morgan had just eaten a large amount of food to fill his stomach, and at this point he really didn't want to continue eating.

So, holding a wooden jug filled with fruit wine, he sat on the bench like Gandalf and watched the excited performances of the dwarves.

"It's interesting."

"As long as you're familiar with them, you'll like them..."

Gandalf lifted his cup from him and touched Morgan, and he laughed.

"Although it was a bit noisy, it was really good."

"I think as long as I'm with them, I'll never get bored."

Morgan took a sip of fruit wine and nodded.

"Looks like you're starting to get familiar with them..."

Hearing Morgan's words, Gandalf turned his head to look at Morgan with some surprise and smiled.

Morgan raised his glass and turned back to Gandalf, continuing, "Tell me about the equipment. I just heard you mention it, but I don't know anything about the quest. This isn't good for my next job."

"I can't explain this right now."

"Wait a minute, you'll know in a bit."

Gandalf shook his head and motioned for Morgan to keep watching the dwarves.

The food lasted quite a while.

When the meal is over,

The table was clean and it was already late at night close to dawn.

Looking at the dwarfs seated around the long table, Morgan knew the show was drawing near.

"Any news of Ered Luin's meeting?"

"Has everyone arrived?"

The first to speak was Balin, a dwarf with white hair and beard.

Thorin Oakenshield nodded, "Yes, there are envoys who come from the seven kingdoms."

Dwalin, a dwarf whose status is comparable to Balin's, immediately said, "What did the dwarves of Iron Hills say?"

"Dáin he will he be with us?"

Thorin Oakenshield shook his head: "They will not come, they say this is our adventure, and ours alone."

The voice fell, and all the dwarfs fell silent.

At that moment Gandalf stood up, gathered up the candles on the table and took out a yellowed parchment.

Spreading out the scroll, there are clearly drawn mountain peaks, rivers, forest wastelands, and it is a map.

"In the far east, over mountains and rivers, through forests and wastelands, stands a mountain: the Lonely Mountain."

**"Yes, Quillin saw the omen, and the omen said the time had come." **

"When the bird flies to the Lonely Mountain, as in the prophecy."

"When the birds of old fly to Erebor again, the reign of the monster will end..."

Sentence after sentence, the dwarves obviously knew of this prophecy.

"Monster? What monster..."

Bilbo on the side was attracted and suddenly asked.

"The dragon, the fire-breathing dragon Smaug, the fiercest and most terrifying disaster of that age!"

"I'm not afraid of him, I want him to taste the dwarf iron dough..."

"Don't think about it, it's too difficult, even with the support of the army, and we only have a dozen people, and not the best and brightest..."

"Hey, what do you mean... who are you calling stupid?"

"We are not fools..."

Now we have bounty hunters and Gandalf the wizard.

"Gandalf was the one who killed hundreds of dragons..."

"Uh, no, wait, I, I don't mean..."

"How many?"

"than?"

"How many dragons have you killed, Gandalf?"

"cough cough..."