There was another knock at the door. Bilbo let out a loud over exaggerated sigh as he scuttled to the door, tugging it open with a grunt. What he saw when it opened surprised him.
"Ramses, at your service." The voice was softer than silk and the skin paler than his mothers fine china.
Bilbo found himself staring into cat like eyes of a colour that could rival emeralds.
She laughed lightly as his jaw dropped. "Are you going to invite me in?"
"OH! Sorry! I-I didn't mean to-" Ramses laughed again. Her laugh was louder this time, the kind that could make anybody smile, the kind that filled the cool summer night air and made it warm.
"It's quite all right, sir. People always stare at my eyes like that."
"Come in!" Bilbo said ushering her inside his hobbit hole. As he was doing so he noticed that she was only a few inches taller than he was. She stood about two inches taller than him at the most.
She hung up her dark green travelling cloak and hood, and instinctively turned her head to the loud shouts coming from down the hall, her slightly pointed ears twitching slightly in the process.
"The others are here, I presume?" She asked, cocking her head to the side slightly.
This was the first time Bilbo noticed her long black locks tied into two loose plaits just below her ears."Uh, y-yes." He stutterd.
"Do you know if the one called Dwalin is here?"
As if on cue, the large dwarf stepped out of the kitchen and stepped toward the two.
"Ramses?" He asked gruffly.
"Father!" She spun around and hugged him tightly. Though she was bigger than Bilbo, she looked small compared to the large dwarf.
The two pulled away and he held her at arms length.
"You look more like your mother every time I see you, Ramses!" He smiled. "Come meet the rest of the Company, 'Orcslayer'." He said, giving a throaty laugh and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, Bilbo following quickly enough behind the two.
"OI!" Dwalin grunted, catching the attention of the rowdy dwarves. "This is Ramses. She is my daughter."
"Ramses the Orcslayer?" Fili and Kili asked.
Dwalin smiled and nodded proudly as Ramses blushed and looked down at her boots.
"'Orcslayer'?!" Bilbo asked incredulously, not believing his ears.
"Yes, Orcslayer." She answered shyly.
The dwarves raucous activities soon resumed, this time including the happy voice of Ramses.
The dwarves were making a mess in the dining room , snatching food from plates and throwing it at each other, eating and tossing food around, laughing merrily all the while.
Ori and Kili were watching as Ramses balanced a plump red tomato on the tip of her nose.
"Bombur, catch!" Bofur shouted, throwing what Ramses thought to be an egg straight into his brothers mouth.
The drawves cheered and Kili stole the tomato from Ramses nose and bit into it.
Fili walked over the table, mugs of ale in his hands.
"Who wants an ale?" He asked handing one to Ramses.
"Want another drink?" Dwalin boomed, pouring ale down Oins ear trumpet.
The confused old dwarf put the trumpet to his lips and blew hard, ale spouting out the top. The dwarves laughed even harder.
The sound of clinking mugs soon filled the dining room as al the dwarves crashed the wooden mugs together, the seemingly at once all the dwarves began drinking their ale, it spilled out of their mugs and down their beards as Ramses watched them in wonder.
When each dwarf finished they slammed their mugs down on the table in a spot not occupied by plates or scraps.
The belching started with Nori as a small burp escaped his lips, he quickly apologized to Ramses who laughed.
Ori's burp was by far the longest and loudest changing tones every so often. When he finished all of the dwarves laughed loudly.
Soon the dwarves took to wandering the hobbit hole many ending up in the kitchen.
Nori walked in wiping his mouth with a cloth that had many holes.
The hobbit, Mister Baggins snatched it from him and said, "This is a doily, not a dish cloth!"
"Then why does it have so many holes?" Bofur asked.
"It's supposed to be like that, it's crocheted." The hobbit said.
"Oh! And a wonedrful game it is too! If you've got the balls for it."
Ramses laughed quietly to herself, staring down at her feet.
"Somethin' funny lassie?" Bofur asked walking over and standing next to the smaller dwarf.
She attempted to stifle her laugh, her face going red. Shaking her head no, she clamped a hand over her mouth. She removed her hand and giggled slightly.
Bofur smiled down at the younger dwarf, her cheeks still red.
"I'm going to go talk to Ori." She blushed and hurried out of the kitchen.
Ramses and Ori sat in the dining room, eating little more.
"What do you suppose we do with the plates?" Ramses asked, taking one of the cleared plates from Bombur as he seached for a place to set it on the food laden table.
"Should we ask the hobbit?" Ori asked her.
"I think so." She shrugged.
The two searched for Bilbo and found him speaking with Gandalf.
"Sorry to interrupt," Ori started, "but what should we do with our plates?" He asked.
"Here you go Ori." Fili said, walking towards the two and taking their plates and throwing them down to Kili who stood at the other end of the hall. Kili then threw them to Bifur, who caught them without even turning around.
In the dining room the remaining dwarves butted their knives and forks on the table and scraped them along the knives and forks of the dwarf opposite of them.
"Stop doing that! You'll blunt them!" Bilbo yelped.
"Ooh! Do you hear that lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!" Bofur smiled as the dwarved adde to their rythym by stomping their feet on the floor.
The dwarves began singing.
Blunt the knives and bent the forks!
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Chip the glasses and crack teh plates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates-
Cut the cloth and 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've finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
Of course they did none of these things, but by the time poor Bilbo got through the small crowd of dwarves he was surprised that all the dishes were stacked neatly on the table in the kitchen. The dwarves broke out into laughter once again but were silenced by a loud thumping on the door.
"He is here." Gandalf said.
Ramses didn't know who Gandalf was talking about so she followed him and Bilbo to the front door of the cozy hobbit hole.
The door opened to reveal a man, well dwarf, but a man nonetheless. He was very handsome. He had long black hair, pushed back and out of his eyes. His beard was not long, it was short and scruffy.
'This must be Thorin Oakenshield, grandson of the king under the mountain, slayer of the pale orc!' Ramses thought as her mind filled with the stories she heard as a child.