"But I don't know how to do anything..." Bilbo Baggins said, a little troubled.
"It's fine. You can learn slowly! Don't be afraid of making mistakes! Thorin will leave you a team of dwarves to help you. Don't worry about anything going wrong. If they don't listen, suppress them when they need suppressing!" Roland's voice was very cold, but there was still a trace of concern in it.
"No, no, no! That's too cruel! Don't we have any more peaceful methods?" Bilbo Baggins asked curiously.
"We do, but they aren't really suited to The Shire. This place is too peaceful. Hobbits can't grasp the cruelty of war at all, so the only way is to have them pick up weapons quickly and adapt! Time isn't on your side, Bilbo! In a few decades, we'll definitely fight an epic battle, and that battle will decide the fate of Middle-earth!" Roland said solemnly.
"Don't lie to me, Roland. I know you're doing this for my sake, but don't use stories like that to fool people!" Bilbo Baggins shook his head.
"Do you remember the Battle of the Six Armies?" Roland patted him on the shoulder.
"Of course!" Bilbo Baggins nodded gravely, his eyes filled with pity and sorrow.
"That battle in the future will be against the god behind them! I won't lie to you! If you don't want The Shire to fall into darkness... you should understand what to do!" Roland patted him on the shoulder.
"It's getting late. Once things settle down in the next couple of days, we'll be leaving. Thorin will leave his people behind to protect and help you. Don't feel burdened. Use them boldly!" Roland said with a smile.
"Won't you stay a few more days?" Bilbo Baggins said, standing with his wife, his eyes