Deleted2Scenes Bag End

Hello! These are deleted scenes from my story Two Brothers and a Younger Sister. I know, the title is dumb. But I promise the story is better! This particular scene comes right after the third chapter of the story I think so you might want to read those first. :)

Hope you enjoy!

Brynn and her brothers walked along the small dirt path, being careful to study every hobbit hole they came upon. They were searching for a place called Bag End that was owned by a burglar named Bilbo Baggins. Brynn had been surprised when they had heard that their fifteenth member and burglar would be a hobbit. A hobbit of all creatures! She hadn't heard much of hobbits, except that they were short. But from what she saw, they were peaceful, and very settled in their Shire.

Fili halted his younger siblings.

"There. That is Gandalfs sign, is it not?"

"Indeed it is." Brynn said.

"How should we introduce ourselves?" Kili asked.

"Politely, responsibly, respectfully. I believe that is the short form of what mother told us." Fili answered.

"So... Dull and boring?" Brynn remarked.

"I think we can be polite, responsible, and respectful and still have our usual charm." Kili said.

"Right you are." Fili said. "Weapons off."

The three unstrapped their obvious weapons on the outside and bundled them in their arms. They then approached the door together, with Brynn a little in front so they could all fit. She knocked on the door.

"Alright. It took forty eight tries to bow at the same time. Let's not throw that practice away." Fili murmured.

The door swung open to reveal a very shocked and flustered hobbit.

"Fili."

"Kili."

"And Brynn."

"At your service." They said all at once, bowing in perfect synchronization.

"You must be Mr. Boggins!" Kili exclaimed.

"Ki-Kili, I think it's Baggins." Brynn said quietly.

"Baggins? Really? I was sure it was Boggins."

"No, I believe uncle said it was Baggins." Fili said.

"Ah, well, you must be Mr. Baggins." Kili corrected.

"Nope! You can't come in, you've come to the wrong house."

Bilbo began to shut the door, but Fili stopped him with a hand.

"What?" Kili asked. "Has it been cancelled?"

"Nobody told us." Fili said.

"Cancelled, no, nothing's been cancelled-"

"Well, that's a relief." Kili said, shoving his way through the door.

Fili and Brynn followed, looking around. Fili dropped his swords in Bilbos arms.

"Be careful with these, I just had them sharpened."

Brynn gave a smile and a thank you as she put her sword on top of Filis weapons. She caught Kilis and put them on the growing pile.

"It's nice, this place." Kili remarked. "Did you do it yourself?"

"No, it's been in the family for ages."

"Kili, you're tracking in mud." Brynn said as she studied the chandelier.

Kili paused and lifted his foot, scraping the mud off on a box.

"That's my mothers glory box, can you please not do that?"

"Fili! Kili! Come help us move these tables." Dwalin came in from another room.

"Mr. Dwalin." Kili said, throwing his arm around the older dwarfs shoulder.

Brynn followed her brothers into the room where Balin and Dwalin had already been moving things around.

"Let's shove these together or we'll never fit everyone in." Balin said.

Brynn stepped up to help move the wooden tables.

"E-everyone?" Bilbo asked. "How many are coming?"

The doorbell rang, and Bilbo left. Brynn watched and winced as he dumped their weapons in a pile on the floor with no care at all.

"Oh no. No, no. There's nobody home!" Bilbo called. "Go away, and bother someone else! There are far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If-if this is some blockheads idea of a joke, may I say, it is in very poor taste."

Brynn leaned over to Fili. "Brother, do you think he knew we were coming?"

Fili looked after Bilbo then back at Brynn. "He should have. I'm sure Gandalf told him."

"But he doesn't seem very happy, or... Burglarish."

"I know. Do you think Gandalf made a mistake?"

"I do not make mistakes. Bilbo Baggins will be the fifteenth member of your company."

Brynn and Fili jumped at Gandalfs voice behind them.

"Mr. Gandalf!" Brynn exclaimed. "We were just - I thought - how did you - it isn't polite to sneak up on people like that."

"Bree, you can't just tell off a wizard." Fili whispered.

Gandalfs eyes twinkled. "You must be Fili and Brynn."

Brynn pulled Kili over, moving him a bit in front of her so she felt safer. "And Kili."

"Thorins kin?"

"Indeed."

"It is a pleasure to meet you."

"I-it is?" Fili stammered.

Now understand, none of them had ever met a wizard before, and they were terribly afraid he was going to be grumpy and easily annoyed. On the journey to the Shire from the Blue Mountains they had gone over the possibility of being turned into frogs or something else unnatural. What had been a conversation of concern turned into a conversation of what it would really be like to be a frog. That's generally how their conversations went. Serious to silly. They liked it that way.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gandalf." Brynn said.

Gandalf laughed and turned as he was talked to by Dori.

The dwarves walked to and fro, carrying whatever they wanted from the pantry. Brynn had rarely seen a pantry so full. She assumed it was the fruitful ground of the Shire that gave Bilbo such good food. As Fili and Kili tried to figure out how to open the beer barrels, Brynn tossed a whole chicken onto the table. As she turned around to get more food, she realized Bilbo had been trying to get her attention.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Baggins. Do you need me for something?" She asked.

"Yes - my-my chicken - never mind..."

Brynn furrowed her brow. "Are you alright?"

"No. No I am not. There are fourteen dwarves in my house, and how should I know their names because they barely bothered to tell me before they barged in!"

Brynn smiled. "Mr. Baggins, all you had to do was ask. I know it's a little embarrassing when you can't remember people's names. See, that's Ori, Nori, and Dori. They're brothers. Bombur and Bofur are brothers and Bifur is their cousin. Balin and Dwalin are brothers-"

"I don't want to know their names I-"

"Oin and Gloin are brothers. We've got lots of families here. We're all related in some way, but it's rather too confusing to go into now. Then there's my brothers, Fili and Kili. And I'm Brynn. And my uncle will be here soon. I hope. He is Thorin Oakenshield. You've probably heard of him. He's quite famous."

"Thorin Oakenshield? Who is that - excuse me! That is a decorative chair! Decorative! Not for sitting!" Bilbo ran away.

Brynn shrugged her shoulders and went to join the crowd at the table. They threw food around, had fights, messing up the entire dining room. It wasn't long before they all started a burping contest. Out of the corner of her eye Brynn could see Bilbo looking on in disgust. She couldn't understand why. Burping contests were one of her favourite things. Ori shocked everyone when he let out a massive belch.

After dinner, the pipes came out. A few of the dwarves started a rhythm with knives and their feet as Fili, Kili, Brynn, and Bifur started cleaning up the dishes, which, of course, involved throwing them to each other.

"Can you please not do that? You'll blunt them!" Bilbo cried.

"Oooh, do you hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!" Bofur said.

Brynn laughed as Kili started singing.

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks."

"Smash the bottles and burn the corks!" Fili joined.

"Chip the glasses and crack the plates..." Brynn sang.

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!" All the dwarves joined. "Cut the cloth, tread on the fat. Leave the bones on the bedroom mat. Poor 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 they are whole... Send them down the hall to role!"

Bofur ran to get his whistle as the others jumped around, throwing dishes to one another and carrying towering stacks to the kitchen. They of course did nothing they sang of, but Bilbo still seemed panicked.

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!" They yelled when they finished. The room burst into laughter.

"Look at his face!" Kili laughed, pointing at the bewildered Bilbo.

The room silenced when a knock sounded on the door.

"He's here." Gandalf said.

Brynn smiled at the ominous way he said that. Many people were intimidated by her uncle, but she didn't think a wizard would be.

"Who's here?" Bilbo asked.

Nobody answered. They all moved to the front hall. Bilbo shoved by to open the door. There stood Thorin.

"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice." Thorin walked in. He smiled at his niece and nephews, handing Kili his coat to hang up. "I would never have found it without that mark on the door."

"Mark? There is no mark on that door. I had it painted a week ago!" Bilbo exclaimed.

"There is a mark, I put it there." Gandalf said. "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield."

"So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?" Thorin asked.

"Pardon me?"

"Axe or sword, what is your weapon of choice?"

"Well, I do have some skill in conkers, if you must know. But I fail to see why that is relevant."

"I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar."

The dwarves laughed at Thorins statement.

They congregated back in the dining room, and Brynn got her uncle some dinner and red wine; she knew it was his favourite.

"Thank you, love." Thorin murmured as she put the plate and cup down.

"You're welcome, uncle."

Brynn took her seat by her brothers.

"What news from the meeting? Did they all come?" Balin asked.

"Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms." Thorin replied.

"And what did the dwarves from the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?" Dwalin asked.

"They say this quest is ours and ours alone."

"Quest? You're going on a quest?"

Brynn raised her eyebrows as Bilbo spoke. She turned to Fili.

"I told you he didn't know!" She whispered.

"Uh, Bilbo, a little more light?" Gandalf requested, shifting the attention off the hobbit.

Gandalf pulled out a map. Brynn strained to see it.

"Far to the east, over ranges and rivers, woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak."

Bilbo craned his neck. "The Lonely Mountain."

"Aye." Gloin said. "Oin has read the portents, and the portents say, it is time."

"The ravens have been flying back to the mountain as it was foretold. When the birds of old go back to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end." Oin expanded.

"Sorry, did you say beast?" Bilbo asked.

Brynn straightened. "Oh, that would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age."

"Airborne fire breather, teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks." Kili said.

"Extremely fond of precious metals." Fili put in.

"Yes, yes, I know what a dragon is."

"I'm not afraid, I'll give him a taste of dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!" Ori said, standing up in excitement.

Dori pulled him back into his seat with a scolding.

"The task would be hard enough with an army behind us, but we number just fourteen. And not fourteen of the best, nor brightest." Balin said.

The dwarves all started talking at once, put off by the insult. Fili got everyone to quiet.

"We may be few in numbers, but we're fighters. All of us." He pounded his fist on the table. "To the last dwarf!"

"And have you forgotten? We have a wizard on our side. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time." Kili said.

"Well... No... I-I wouldn't say..." Gandalf stuttered.

"How many?" Dori asked.

"What?"

"Well, how many dragons have you killed? Go on, give us a number!"

The dwarves continued shouting, many arguments colliding across the table.

Thorin stood. "Enough!"

His booming voice silenced the room.

"If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look East to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?"

Brynn felt a rush at the inspiring words. She had never seen Erebor, like a couple others in the company, but she knew in her heart that it was her home, and she wanted it back.

"You forget the front gate is sealed. There is no way into that mountain." Balin said.

Brynn fought the urge to roll her eyes. Couldn't Balin let them relish the moment a little?

"That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true." Gandalf said.

He withdrew from one of his deep sleeves a key. It was simple, hard, but beautiful. Thorin seemed stunned.

"How came you by this?"

Brynn could tell her uncle was getting angry. It was the small things that made it obvious to someone who had been practically raised by the man. The way he stood, his movements, the way his voice tightened.

"It was given to me by your father, Thrain, for safekeeping. It is yours now."

Thorin took the key from Gandalf, turning it over in his hands.

"If there is a key, there must be a door." Fili said with a nod.

"These runes talk of a hidden passage to the lower halls." Gandalf explained.

"There's another way in." Kili said.

"Just figuring that out now?" Brynn whispered.

"I'm just putting it out there so we're all clear." Her brother answered.

"If we can find it." Gandalf said, referring to Kilis louder statement. "Dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies somewhere in this map, but I haven't the skill to read it. There are others in Middle Earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth, and no small amount of courage. But if we're clever and careful, I believe we can do it."

"That's why we need a burglar." Ori said.

"Hmmm. And a good one too. An expert, I'd say." Bilbo said.

"And are you?" Gloin asked.

"Am-am I what?"

"He said he's an expert!" Oin declared.

"Me? No! No, no, no, I'm not a burglar. I've never stolen a thing in my life!"

"I must say I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He is hardly burglar material." Balin said.

"Aye." Dwalin agreed. "The wild is no place for quiet folk who cannot fight nor fend for themselves."

The dwarves once again started talking over each other.

"But we need a burglar! Who else are we going to get? We leave tomorrow!" Brynn said.

"But we can't take him!" Dori shouted at her. "Look at him! Do you want to give your life to protect him?"

"If I wasn't willing I wouldn't be very honourable, now would I?"

"Oh, here we go. The Durin line of perfect dwarves. Shut your trap-"

"Don't you dare talk to my sister like that!" Fili shouted.

This was just a small fragment of the arguments going on around the table. Suddenly Gandalf rose from his seat.

"If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, than he is a burglar! Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the smell of hobbit is entirely new to him, which gives us a distinct advantage. You asked me to find the fifteenth member of your company, and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There's a great deal more to him than meets the eye and he has more to offer than any of you know, including himself!" Gandalf looked at Thorin. "You must trust me on this."

Thorin glared at him. "Fine. We'll do it your way. Give him the contract."

Balin stood. "It's just the usual summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, funeral arrangements and so forth."

Balin handed the rolled up parchment to Thorin who handed it to Bilbo.

"Funeral arrangements?" Bilbo asked. "Ooh."

Brynn leaned over to Kili. "I believe he is the only one who reads the terms and agreements."

"You didn't read them?"

"No." Brynn scoffed. "And if you say you did I will be entirely shocked."

Kili grinned. "I didn't."

"You had me worried there. I thought you were getting responsible."

"Incineration?" Bilbo spoke louder than his other mumblings, looking at the dwarves.

"Oh, aye, he'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye." Bofur said.

Bilbo looked pale.

"You alright, laddie?" Balin asked.

"Yes... I-I... I feel a bit faint."

"Think furnace, with wings." Brynn said.

"I need some air."

"Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! you're nothing but a pile of ash!" Kili said.

Bilbo paused for a minute. "Nope." And he collapsed on the floor.

"Thank you all, you are very helpful." Gandalf said.

"Fili, Kili, Brynn, put him somewhere out of the way." Thorin ordered.

The siblings got up from the table and grabbed Bilbos feet and head. They found a small bed off in a side room and dropped him on it.

"If he faints just hearing about Smaug... How is he going to handle seeing him?" Brynn asked with a sad smile.

"We're just going to have to trust Gandalf." Fili said. He put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on."

They stopped in the dining room to swap words with the other dwarves, then searched for Thorin. They found him in the living room. Fili and Kili sat in two seats facing Thorin, and Brynn went over and sat on her uncles knee.

"Hello, love. It has been a long while since I last saw you." Thorin said with a smile.

"Too long."

"How was your journey here?"

Brynn looked at her brothers for help, not wanting to answer the question. Fili looked away quickly, fiddling with a fire poker. Kili grumbled but couldn't not help out his little sister.

"Well, it was nice. We ran into a little bit of trouble, but-"

"Trouble? With what?"

"Oh, you know, some marauders. Nothing we couldn't handle."

"How much trouble is a little bit?"

"A lot. But I think this would be a great tale to tell while we are travelling to Erebor, don't you, Fili?"

Fili nodded quickly. "Oh yes."

Thorin sighed. "We may only be travelling home."

Brynn frowned. "You mean our rightful home, don't you? As in... Erebor?"

"No, Brynn. As in the Blue Mountains."

"Uncle, what are you saying? We're not taking back Erebor?" Fili asked.

"We were counting on an army. We have fifteen. And our burglar isn't a burglar."

"Well maybe a small force is what we need." Kili said.

"We face a dragon. A dragon that killed hundreds of our people. Who turned dozens into ash in one breath. This was a bad idea from the start."

Brynn put her hand to Thorins cheek. "Uncle, do you want to take back Erebor?"

Thorin looked into her eyes. "More than anything, my niece."

"Then let's go get it."

Thorin paused, studying her face. He nodded. "Okay."

"We really must go, we can't just eat this hobbit out of house and home for nothing." Kili said.

"True." Thorin laughed. "And do not think you have gotten out of talking about your journey here. I need to know how much trouble I will need to clear up when we get back."

"It had nothing to do with the Blue Mountains, uncle, trust me." Fili said.

"Trust you? I trusted you to take your siblings here and you had a run in with marauders."

Fili winced.

"Fili, lad, I was jesting. I'd trust you with the world."

Fili relaxed. "Thank you, uncle."

The rest of the dwarves started trickling in, finding seats. Thorin got up and Brynn took his chair.

"Are we still going?" Nori asked.

"Aye." Thorin answered. "At least, my sister-sons and daughter and I are. All of you are welcome, but I do not force you to come. It is a perilous quest. I will not hold it against you if you choose to leave. But if you are, speak now."

None of the dwarves spoke.

Thorin smiled. "We leave at dawn." Thorin looked into the fire, leaning against the mantle. He started to sing. "Far over the Misty Mountains cold. Through dungeons deep, and caverns old. We must away, er break of day, to find our long forgotten gold."

The other dwarves joined him, the mood in the room darkening. "The pines were roaring on the heights. The wind was moaning in night. The fire was red, it flaming spread, the trees like torches, blazed with light."

They sat in silence for awhile, each in their own thoughts. Before long they all got up and searched for places to sleep, except the Durin line. The younger ones stayed put, waiting for their uncle to say something.

"You three should get some sleep. We have an early start tomorrow." Thorin said.

"What about you?" Kili asked.

"I will turn in shortly. I need to think for awhile."

The trio got up to find that the other dwarves had saved two guest bedrooms for them. One for Thorin, one for the siblings. Fili, Kili, and Brynn left the larger room to Thorin. Upon entering their room, they saw it only had one bed. All of them refused to take it, so they ended up settling down on the floor, Brynn in the middle of her brothers.

Nearly half an hour later, the door creaked open. Brynn opened one eye to see the looming figure of her uncle. He moved around them and sat on the bed, watching them.

"Uncle?" Kili questioned.

"It's alright. I couldn't sleep."

"You can sleep in here if you'd like." Fili offered. "We're not using the bed."

"I think... I would like that."

Before Thorin lay down he draped an extra blanket over the three on the floor. He lay on his back and pulled the covers over himself. A few minutes later he heard deep breathing coming from the floor, with the occasional snore. He turned his head when he heard movement. Brynn got up and crept over to the other side of the bed.

Thorin had seen this scene many times. "Is there something you'd like, Brynn?"

"I can't sleep."

"I thought so."

"Can I stay here with you for awhile?"

Thorin moved over, making room. He lifted the covers and Brynn crawled in, pushing into his side for warmth. She lay her head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around her. Thorin knotted his fingers through her hair.

"Far over... The Misty Mountains cold... To dungeons deep... And caverns old... We must away... Ere break of day... To find our long forgotten gold."

Thorin continued through the various verses until he was certain his niece was fast asleep. He smiled. That song never failed him when it came to his little insomniac. She would sleep during a dragon attack if she could lay her head on his chest to feel the vibrations of his bass voice singing about her home.

Thorin drifted into sleep himself, content that his family were all safe and sleeping.

I hope you all liked it! I will be writing more. I think the next one will be the scene from the book where a pony falls in a river and Fili and Kili almost drown rescuing it. :)