My second fanfiction! I would say this one is much more in depth when it comes to the dwarves and getting to know them. So I hope you enjoy reading this! Thanks ^_^ Again I do not own any of The Hobbit Characters they belong to J.R.R Tolkein!
The snow fell gently onto my nose. I quickly gathered logs to use for fire. It was freezing outside and although I wore a coat and boots the wind seemed to go right through me. I stepped into the warmth of my cabin and took out the dinner I had prepared. I had adjusted to the shifting weather and life on my own, but it was still lonely. I threw the wood into the fire and sat on the floor with my food. I was not a big fan of unnecessary things including furniture. I always figured less is more. As I continued to eat a knock came from the door. I dropped my fork and rushed to get my bow. I felt bad for wh9oever was there. If they were here to hurt me they'd be in for a big surprise. I wrapped the bow around my back and cautiously opened the door. To my surprise I saw a familiar face, with a long grey beard and staff in hand, Gandalf was standing smiled at me.
I relaxed my arms and wrapped them around him. He chuckled at my reaction, but I was just so happy to see him. Then I noticed we were not alone, standing behind him were 13 dwarves and a hobbit. I thought it was strange company, but Gandalf never seized to amaze me. Their faces were locked with stern expressions as they stared at me. I noticed one of them with a particularly cold stare, but I just ignored it. Any friend of Gandalf's would be a friend of mine.
"Are you going to stare or let us in?" a dwarf covered in tattoos asked me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Please come in," I said opening the door wider. All of them stampeded inside and I chuckled at the scene, closing the door behind me. There was not a lot of space but since they were dwarves there was more room than I thought. I didn't realize how hairy dwarves were, most of them had long braided beards, and even I was jealous of the thickness of their hair. They all sat on the floor near the fire and I stood next to Gandalf.
"It is nice to see you Uncle," I said rather loudly.
"Uncle?" Everyone asked at once.
I started to laugh at their surprised faces. It did not bother me that Gandalf had not told them about me, but he only likes telling things out of necessity. Gandalf coughed as he smoked his pipe.
"Yes, this is my niece Anya," he said.
"You did not tell us of this niece," the dwarf with tattoos said.
Before Gandalf could answer I asked "And who are these, umm… men?"
"Ah!" Gandalf said preparing himself. At this point it seemed he could say all their names ten times fast. "Ori, Nori, Dori, Dwalin, Balin, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Bombur, Bifur, Oin, Gloin, and their leader Thorin Oakenshield," he said pointing to each one. "Oh! And Bilbo, of course," he finished.
"Nice to meet you all," I said.
It seemed like they all had their own interesting personalities.
"I'm Kili and if you should ever need help with Anything don't be afraid to ask," he said winking at me.
I smiled and replied "I know exactly who to call."
I could see who I assumed to be his brother looking at me. Every dwarf and Bilbo seemed happy and full of life, but Thorin remained mostly silent with a determined look on his face.
"Do you have any powers?" Ori asked me sweetly.
"I'm afraid not," I answered, sitting with them so I would at least be at talking level.
Gandalf walked up from behind me and said "She has power, the power to cook good food!"
I smiled at his words and remembered the plate of food I left out, but I noticed Bombur stuffing down my food, some of the crumbs getting stuck in his beard.
"Good! I'm starving!" They yelled.
"Well, I'll see what I can put together," I replied.
I was worried. I had a lot of food to last me the winter, but knowing dwarves my pantry would be wiped clean in one night. I was curious as to why they were here, but I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation.
After cooking all my food, and watching them drink all my wine everyone went to sleep. I laid out blankets and they all packed near the fire, and were snoring in no time. I washed the dishes, silently humming to myself.
"Do you need help?" A voice behind me asked.
"No. I can handle it," I said turning to see that it was Fili.
He was handsome if not more than his brother. He had a very mature look, while retaining his youth, but I was not impressed.
"Couldn't sleep?" I asked him quietly.
As he answered me his braids seemed to dance on his face.
"I could ask you the same question," he answered.
"I'm not the one on a secret quest," I said raising an eyebrow.
"You have good hearing," he said slightly chuckling.
"No, you guys just can't whisper," I said drying my hands.
We both sat down away from everyone else and continued to talk. I could sense his passion, determination and protection not only for his home and friends, but for his brother and uncle. Before I knew it I drifted off to sleep, not with the warmth of the fire, but with the warmth of Fili's back to mine.