Baggins also went to get a bowl of food, but his appetite was small, and his bowl was only about half full. Then he came and sat down next to An Yang, yet he still wore a worried expression.
"Aine, there are wolves outside. Won't Gandalf be in danger?" Baggins turned to look at him, his profile slightly illuminated by the glow of the bonfire ten meters away, but the brightest part was still his reflective eyes, pure and full of worry, even more precious than the Arkenstone the dwarves were desperately searching for.
"Gandalf is a Wizard; he can protect himself."
"But there are also the Orcs they mentioned..."
"You really mustn't underestimate the abilities of the Grey Wizard Gandalf. He's neither a charlatan nor a peddler of fireworks, but a Maia descended to mortal lands. His abilities and wisdom are sufficient to handle many things."
"Oh." Only then was Baggins slightly reassured. He withdrew his gaze, but before long, he tilted his head to look at him again. "Bofur says Wizards can go wherever they want. Is that true?"
An Yang thought carefully for a moment and said, "No, at least I'm not like that."
"Then what are you like, Mr. Wandering Wizard?"
"Wandering Wizard isn't my title; it's just that you're all used to calling us that, much like Rangers. But the truth is, I also have a family. I am bound by family ties, and I yearn to go back when I've been away for a long time. If I haven't seen my family in ages, I miss them very much."
Baggins nodded and fell silent.
An Yang quickly finished his bowl of soup, picked up his empty bowl, and walked over to the dwarves, saying, "Hey, guys, my premonition is getting stronger and stronger!"
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