BANG! The sound of Sherlock's gun was even louder here in Bag End. He had nothing to do, and Bilbo's house reminded Sherlock of his flat in London. Sherlock couldn't recall how he had gotten here, all he remembered was falling towards the ground, and John's screams off horror as he fell.
"No! Sherlock NO!"
They still echoed in his head. Gandalf the wizard had brought him here, to Bag End, introduced him to Bilbo Baggins, and told Sherlock that he would be back later, for tea. However, it was nearly tea time now, and Gandalf still hadn't come. Why had he trusted that wizard? Apparently Gandalf had found him passed out the road that led through Hobbiton. Last Sherlock could remember he had been in London, jumping of a building, and now, for some reason, he was here.
BANG! He shot again.
"NO!"
Besides Sherlock still couldn't get John's voice out of his head. BANG! He shot another hole in the wall. This place was nothing like London at all. He had spent the morning listening to Bilbo tell him about where he was, a place called Middle Earth. But how did he get here? Though he hated to admit it, Sherlock was clueless. He could hear John louder now, and it wouldn't stop.
"I said stop, STOP you are damaging my wall. THAT IS ENOUGH!"
Sherlock glanced around. That scream wasn't John, he turned to see Bilbo shouting at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" demanded Bilbo. "What is wrong with you?"
"Bored" responded Sherlock. He could see Bilbo was clearly upset. Why make such a fuss over his walls? Thought Sherlock. The house was just a hole in the ground, a hobbit hole. He cast Bilbo a despondent look, and he raised his arm and aimed at the wall once more. BANG!
"Bored? Is this what people do when they're bored? I don't think so." Declared Bilbo, getting madder by the second.
"Oh the wall had it coming."
"Really?"
Bilbo grabbed the gun from Sherlock, and threw it across the room. They both stared at each other for a minute. Finally Sherlock broke the silence.
"It's out of bullets anyway."
As if to say their conversation was over, there was a knock on the door.
"Well, that should be Gandalf, so you can go, now." Said Bilbo, not disappointed to see his guest leave. After all, he wasn't the nicest person you could meet. Nobody here in the Shire knew anything about him. Could he be a thief? An assassin? He did dress funny, and he did have a strange weapon, but he had no knowledge of hobbits, dwarves, or practically anything. Plus Gandalf probably wouldn't have brought him here if he was dangerous. Then Bilbo thought how Gandalf had asked him to go on an adventure, and he began to feel less confident. Bilbo had spent the morning telling Sherlock about Middle Earth, and that psychopath had never even heard about it! How could he not know about it? Was he from somewhere else? Was he lying? Deep down inside of himself, the Tookish part of Bilbo wanted to know more about this odd stranger, but for now the Baggins in of him won over, and he walked over to the door.
Sherlock got up and went to the door with Bilbo. When they opened the door, however, it wasn't Gandalf. To their dismay, it was a Dwarf with a bald head and a medium beard.
"Dwalin, at your service." The dwarf introduced himself, and with a bow, marched into the house.
"What's he doing here?" Bilbo whispered angrily to Sherlock.
"By the look of it he is coming for tea, and waiting for the rest of his group to join."
"But I didn't invite him, and there going to be more?" asked the very confused and worried hobbit.
Sherlock took a quick look at the dwarf, who was making his way to the table.
"Oh yes, there will be more, Gandalf must have invited them, you get everything ready and I'll answer the door when the rest come." Ordered Sherlock.
For once, Bilbo listened to him. Dwalin was busy making himself at home, and Bilbo had just started setting up when there was another knock at the door.
Sherlock answered it and it was another dwarf, this time an older looking one with white hair.
"Balin, at your service." Then just like the other dwarf, he bowed and entered the house.
Balin went over to Dwalin, and Bilbo rushed to set out more plates, cups, tea, and cakes. Just as he had finished another knock on the door was heard. This time, when Sherlock answered, it was two younger looking dwarves. Brothers, thought Sherlock.
"Fili." Said one
"And Kili. Said the other.
"At your service." They said in unison.
More and more dwarves kept coming, each bowing and saying "At your service" till there were 12 of them. People, chaos, and noise; three things Sherlock hated. "Delightful" muttered Sherlock sarcastically.
Bilbo was doing all he could to keep from panicking. He was going as fast as he could, barely keeping up with demands of tea and cakes. Suddenly there was a single, loud knock on the door, and everyone fell silent.
"He's here, laddie." The dwarf called Nori said. "I'd hurry up and open the door, he's not one to be kept waiting."
Sherlock paused for a second, and opened the door. Outside stood a serious looking dwarf, and unlike the others, he didn't bother to bow or introduce himself, he just walked in. Gandalf was also standing outside, waiting.
"Hello my dear Sherlock." Said Gandalf.
"Hello I-"
Just then Bilbo excused himself and ran over to Gandalf.
"What is going on?!" exclaimed Bilbo. "Why are there dwarves in my house?"
"Ahh allow me to introduce Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, Ori, and the leader of our company, Thorin Oakensheild." Replied Gandalf.
"But Why are they here?" asked Bilbo.
"Come to the table and you'll soon find out" was all Gandalf said.
Sherlock already knew why; he had been listening to their conversation. Based on what he heard, they were a group of wandering dwarves who needed a burglar to help them take back their mountain from a dragon. After a while, he could hear the dwarves' conversation get quieter, and soon it stopped completely. As he leaned against the round door, Sherlock could hear singing, and it lulled him to sleep. Soon he was dreaming of the adventures he would have tomorrow.