During the day, I traveled around Rivendell.

At night, lie in bed and snuggle together and chat and sleep.

Be carefree and forget all external troubles.

During this ten days.

It was not only Tarrell who felt unprecedented relaxation, happiness, and happiness.

The same goes for Morgan.

The pressures of various career prospects before coming to this world.

Various survival pressures after coming to this world.

Until now.

In a fairy tale-like beautiful and comfortable environment like Rivendale.

Only then did Morgan truly feel sincere relaxation from the bottom of his heart.

And Tarrell's company also made him taste what love is.

"Gulugulu..."

The fresh fish soup tumbling in the cooking pot exudes an attractive fragrance.

Bilbo put the fish kebabs the size of a palm and started to grill them on the bonfire. He looked up at the empty road ahead and couldn't help but say, "It seems that Gandalf can't come today."

“Gandalff is different from us…”

Morgan opposite said as he gave the grilled fork of the fish in his hand to Tarrell beside him, and picked up a pickled fish skewers once again and continued: "He can't be as leisurely as we do."

"I know this..."

"It's just a bit regretful."

Bilbo said, suddenly smelling the scent of fish soup rolling in the cooking pot. He took a deep breath and immediately said, "Well, this fish is so fresh!"

"Of course, the fish in the rushing Xiangshui River have greater strength than fish in other places, so they are naturally fresher and taste better."

Hearing Bilbo's words, Morgan smiled and said.

The fish that is cooked in the pot and the marinated on the baking tray are all the trophys that Morgan brought Tarrell to fish in the Xiangshui River, Rivendale, today.

Morgan has a certain interest in fishing.

Since last time here, Gandalf took him to fish in Xiangshui River.

He was obsessed with the fish in Xiangshui River.

Because the fish mouth here is so good, this kind of fish that is similar to the big crucian carp in his previous life can't stop pulling the connecting rod.

How could Morgan bear this?

So now he has to go fishing every two days apart.

One fishing time is all day.

Now even Tarrell, who is an elf, has been caught out of interest by him.

This morning, Morgan met Gandalf before going out for fishing, and told him to get together tonight.

Who knew that Gandalf hadn't seen anyone yet?

"Bilbo, don't you feel tired of being in the library every day?"

"Do I want me to take you to try fishing tomorrow?"

Morgan put the fish in his hand into the campfire and looked up at Bilbo and asked with a smile.

“Try fishing…”

Bilbo's face was slightly stunned when he heard Morgan's words.

Speaking of which, Charles has a beautiful environment and abundant water resources, and it is a good place to fish.

Because of the leisurely life, there are many hobbits who like fishing.

But Bilbo is one of the few people who are not interested in fishing.

Morgan asked about it at this time.

Bilbo made a decision after just a little thought: maybe he should have the courage to try it out.

Thinking of this, Bilbo shook his head and said, "Of course you won't get tired of reading books, there are too many books here."

"But I think it looks good to fishing from Morgan..."

"Of course, this is an activity that will calm you down and feel the world."

"Okay, call me fishing tomorrow."

"Haha, that's right. I believe you will never regret it after trying."

"But before fishing, we have to make a fishing rod for you..."

Morgan and Bilbo were chatting.

At this time, a familiar and hearty laugh came from behind: "Who wants to make a fishing rod?"

The few people in front of the bonfire immediately looked up.

Just as he saw Gandalf walking with the Elder Elder Lord, talking and laughing.

"Gandalff, I thought you couldn't come again today."

Bilbo said immediately.

"Sorry, I was delayed last time."

Gandalf smiled and spoke.

As the two approached.

Morgan reached out and took two baking forks and handed them over, saying, "Since you're here, you can't have any of these fish left on the plate."

Gandalf took the baking fork and saw that there were more than ten fish left on the baking tray and immediately smiled: "It seems like you have a great harvest today, Morgan."

"Of course, this is thanks to the abundant resources in the river in front of Mr. Elon's house."

"I've been thinking about it for a long time before I came here..."

"Haha, it seems that Morgan, you came here for fishing..."

“This is one of the purposes…”

"You two sit there, there is wine here..."

"Float up..."

"cheers..."

The moonlight is gentle and the bonfire is vigorous.

A group of people sat in front of the bonfire and chatted happily, grilled fish and tasting wine.

This is a very common day for Morgan at Rivendell.

Half a month later.

Early morning at Rivendell.

It was just dawn.

On the branches in the garden, in the sky.

All kinds of crisp bird songs can be heard everywhere.

Bilbo was already carrying a wooden barrel, wearing a big hood, and carrying a fishing rod on his shoulder, standing in front of Morgan's room door.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The room was knocked and thumped.

The room was still quiet.

“Morgan…”

“Morgan…”

He stood and shouted for a while, but there was no movement, and Bilbo was not disappointed. He then carried the wooden barrel containing the fishing goods in his hand, carried the fishing rod and hummed a small song and walked towards the front avenue.

With the sound of footsteps, it went away.

Inside the house behind him.

A voice suddenly rang.

"Is Bilbo gone?"

"Let's go, I don't hear any sound."
To be continued...