"Blunt the knives, Bend the forks,
Smash the bottles and burn the corks,
Chip the glasses and crack the plates,
Thats what Bilbo Baggins HATES!
Cut the cloth, tread on the fat,
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat,
Pour the Milk on the pantry floor,
Splash the Wine on every door,
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl,
Pound them up with a thumping pole
And when you're finished, if any are whole
Send them down the hall to roll
THATS WHAT BIBO BAGGINS HATES!"
While they were all singing at the top of their lungs and throwing plates around poor Bilbo's house, no one noticed another dwarf come in the front door in to Bag End. Gandalf turned to see the door close behind the newly arrived dwarf sneaking in trying to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. Plates flew around the room, Gandalf dodged them and approached the dwarf. It was a little smaller then the others, not even half an inch taller than Bilbo. "What are you doing here?" Gandalf stooped over the dwarf as it took off its cloak and sword, "When your father arrives, he will not be pleased." Gandalf waited for the dwarf to turn around, it had been a long time since they're last meeting.
"My father's opinion of me being here does not effect my position in this company, I will be here whether he likes it or not," a strong, determined dwarf woman turned around to face Gandalf.
"Freya," Gandalf stooped to give the dwarf a hug. "My you have grown since I saw you last."
Freya smiled, "Well the last time you saw me I was only 12 Gandalf."
"My, only 12, time passes so quickly. Well come in, come in."Gandalf turned and lead the way in to the kitchen.
As they entered the dwarves were putting away the plates and Freya noticed a Hobbit standing the middle of it all looking like he was going to have a stroke. "Freya!" All the dwarves chorist and ran to greet her. Freya smiled and hugged the dwarves in return. Balin stepped forward, "What are you doing here Freya, your father will be here soon and he will be most displeased."
"My Lord Balin, I am fully aware of my fathers feelings and to be quite honest I don't really care." Freya looked around the other dwarves, her eyes fell on one of the younger dwarves that Bilbo identified as Kili, Kili smiled at Freya's polite disobedience.
The dwarves began to talk amongst themselves, Gandalf stood back and observed them with Bilbo fretting at his side. Freya, Kili and Fili were talking to each other and laughing, they were all around the same age now. Gandalf looked at how Freya had grown; she wore her hair long just past her shoulders and just like her mother, her hair was a honey brown, her eyes like her father, where a sky blue, and her face was delicate but strong. Balin stood beside Gandalf, "She is truly one of the most beautiful dwarf woman in our race. Thorin is having problems with her though Gandalf."
"Oh, and why is that?" Gandalf asked.
"Well she is too head strong, self willed, refuses to marry and settle down. She is the heir to the throne, and all she wants is adventure." Balin shook his head.
"And is that not the reason you are all here now?" Gandalf questioned, but before Balin could respond there was a knock on the door. All the dwarves went quiet, and Freya looked a little nervous. Bilbo saw her jump and take Kili's hand.
Gandalf went to the door. "Welcome Thorin, now were are all here."
"You said this place would be easy to find Gandalf, I got lost twice on the way south." Thorin said removing his cloak and weapons. "I only found it because of the mark on the door."
"There is no mark on that door, it was painted last week." Bilbo pushed forward and pointed at the door.
"There is a mark on the door, I put it there." Gandalf said to Bilbo.
"Well we can now begin the meeting…" Thorin trailed off his sentence, Bibo saw Freya's hand tighten on Kili's before she let it go, "What are you doing here?" Thorin walked over to his daughter.
"I am here to help, I want to take back Erebor, like you all do." Freya stepped out of the crowd.
Thorin forgot about the 14 other people in the room, this was a father and daughter issue, "What business do you have in taking back Erebor? You have no idea what it is like, and you have no idea what we will have to go through to get it back, it isn't safe Freya."
"I do not know what Erebor is like, but it is my home because it is your home father. I want you to stop drifting from place to place, seeing you, a king, making swords for men in towns. I want to see you on the throne of Erebor, I do not mind the danger, you know that I am an excellent fighter and I can fend for myself, you taught me father." She said folding her arms.
"It is no place for a woman, especially my daughter." Thorin loomed over her.
"Nothing you will say will change my mind, I have skills that other haven't, I can speak Elvish among other things." Freya stated and all the other dwarves nodded at this.
"Nothing will change you mind?" Thorin looked at his daughter.
"No, nothing," She said, jutting her jaw out. "I will sign the contract now."