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Chapter 1
Thorin sighed as he approached the round green door. There was no mark upon it. Three hours now he'd been wandering around the shire looking for the home of Bilbo Baggins but without luck. He thought about knocking and asking for directions but judging by the looks he had received earlier from the few hobbits who had crossed his path the owner of this dwelling was far more likely to slam the door in his face than tell him how to get to bag end. Instead he turned away and stepped back into the lane. As the rain began to fall his mood soured even further. He cursed Gandalf, not for the first time, as he trudged off in search of the home of their burglar.
It was quite a while later that be finally found Bag End. He was cold and tired and wanted nothing better than to have a warm supper and curl up and sleep in a warm bed. He was just raising his hand to ring the doorbell when it struck him. Silence. The house inside was completely silent. He knew the others should be here by now they set out early to ensure they would be there before him. His already foul mood soured even further. The last thing he needed was to have to traipse all over the shire looking for them. He knocked the door slightly harder than he had intended. Promptly the door was opened by a middle aged hobbit with rosy cheeks and brown curly hair. "Good evening master dwarf. Bilbo Baggins at your service. Please do come in out of the rain. Please hang your cloak up over there and leave your weapons with the others. Your companions are already here, they're waiting for you in the dining room." Mr. Baggins pointed in the direction of the dining room and continued down the hall to the pantry.
Thorin stood in the hallway, mouth agape, staring after the hobbit. He had not expected Mr. Baggins to be so calm considering he had a house full of dwarfs. Then again he had expected his companions to be their usual rowdy selves. Once again he pondered the silence that surrounded him. He placed his cloak and weapons where he had been instructed to and walked in the direction of the dining room. Inside the room his companions sat quietly. Thorin couldn't recall the last time he had seen them like this, in fact he wasn't sure he ever had. "What in Mahal's name has you all so quite?" He asked aloud. From a dark corner of the room a voice he had long forgotten answered him. "Ah I think that would be me."