Chapter 2
*Please Note that Rosalie Kindrick is an OC Characters, other characters are copyright to MGM, Peter Jackson and Tolkien. This takes place in The Hobbit: AN Unexpected Journey and follows the script line roughly*
"Careful with these, I just had 'em sharpened," Fili said cheerfully, walking off.
"It's nice, this place," Killi commented casually. "D'you you do it yourself?"
He began scraping mud off his boots on the edge of an old looking chest. I pulled face of disgust. I was amongst savages in clean clothes and nice houses. The tiny man made a noise of annoyance.
"Ah, no, it's been in the family for years," the tiny man replied. "That's my mother's glory box, can you please not do that?!" he added, turning to Kili.
Somebody entered the lobby to see what was going on. He was just as short as Fili and Kili but far more bulkier and odler looking. He had a bald scalp but hair growing in a neat semi-circle at ear level. He also had a long, bushy, epic beard.
"Fili, Kili, come on, give us a hand," he grunted.
"Mister Dwalin," Kili said, a little mockingly.
They laughed before following Dwalin out. The tiny man turned to give me a confused look.
"You know more than I do, mate," I said, shrugging. "At least you know where you are,"
That caused the tiny man to look even more confused and helpless. I felt sorry for him- more sorry than what I felt for myself. We were both in the same boat and completely out of our depth.
"Let's shove this in the hallway," said yet another small man. "Otherwise we'll never get everyone in,"
"Ev—everyone?" the tiniest man gasped. "How many more are there?"
"Where do you want this?" Fili asked.
"Rosalie! Give us a hand," Kili called.
I gave the tiny man a sympathetic look before scurrying after Kili. I was relieved I had been asked to do something. I was giving a stack of old looking plates and told to put them out at the table. Fili was setting out the cutlery. He went behind me as I placed the table. As we were setting the table, the doorbell rang. The tiny man looked angry which was rather comical, considering his height. He flung the swords and other equipment Kili and Fili had dumped on him on a chair and marched over to the door. Fili and I paused at the door, glancing round to get a better look. I exchanged a look with Fili. There was a mischievous crinkle in his eye. I hid a giggle behind a spare hand, balancing the plates on my stomach.
"Oh no. No, no!" the tiny man called angrily. "There's nobody home! Go away, and bother somebody else. There's far too many dwarves in my dinning room as it is. If-if-if this is some clotterd's idea of a joke, ha, ha, I can only say, it is in very poor taste,"
Dwarves! I yelped in my head in shock. That would explain the height. If there are dwarves, what on earth is the tiny man? A miniature dwarf? I giggled at that. The tiny man wrenched open the door and a pile of the dwarves tumbled in, landing on top of one another. They grumbled and moaned as they untangled themselves. One of the other dwarves cleared his throat and Fili and I hastily finished setting up the table. There was no room for me so I opted to sit behind Kili and Fili.
"Gandalf," the tiny man said with a sigh.
Everything burst into movement. I got pushed and shoved out of the way as the dwarves made straight for the pantry. I got shoved so badly I fell backwards, somebody caught me. I looked up to find Kili looking down at me. He had a very beautiful face with beautiful dark brown eyes. He smiled as he straightened me up. I found myself blushing as I tugged nervously at my jumper.
"Thanks," I muttered.
He was lost amongst the other dwarves. The tiny man hurried between them, protesting and grumbling.
"Those are my plates!" he cried. "Excuse me! Not my wine! Put that back! Put that back! Not the jam, please!...Excuse me,"
He just got ingored. I slipped out of the crowd into the quitter dining room. I stood in the corner and watched them all talk and chat, feeling left out. It was like being at high school all over again. Occasionally Fili or Kili would catch my eye and grin at me. I could only return the smile half arsed. A rather large dwarf with his bead plaited and looped up into a W shaped walked out with three wheels of cheese.
"Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn't it?" the tiny man asked. "Have you got a cheese knife?"
"Cheese knife?" a dwarf with a funny hat repeated. "He eats it by the block,"
Two dwarves appeared carrying more chairs to fill up the empty spaces.
"No! No!" the tiny man cried desperately. "That's Grandpa Mungo's chair! No, I'm sorry, you'll have to take it back please. Take it back… it's antique, not for sitting on! Thank you! That's a book not a coast. Put that map down, thank you."
The poor tiny many was so harassed and fretting over his precious items. I felt sorry for him. I was glad I was going unnoticed by everyone.
"I cannot hear what you're saying," an old dwarf with a grey beard shouted.
They continued bringing food and furniture from all over the house into the dinning room. It was onlt then that I noticed an extremely tall man stooped in the doorway, surrounded by dwarves. He had long hair and a long beard that were both greying. A dwarf with short grey hair appeared at his side.
"Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf," the dwarf called politely. "Can I attempt you with a nice cup of chamomile tea?"
"Oh, no thank you, Dori," the tall man in the grey replied. "A little red wine for me, I think,"
The tall man slipped out off the madness into the quite dinning room to get out of the dwarves away. I watched him with fascinating. I guessed he was this Gandalf that Kili and Fili mentioned.
"Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori… Ori," he listed off under his breath.
It was then he caught sight of me. he blinked in surprised and walked over towards me. He smacked his head against a chandelier. I couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"And who are you?" he asked. "You are not a hobbit and you are too tall and beardless to be a dwarf,"
"I'm Rosalie," I said, craning my neck to look at him. "And I'm human as far as I am concerned. Fili and Kili brought me here- I'm rather lost,"
"And what do you mean by lost?" Gandalf asked.
"I'm not from around here," I said, feeling foolish. "I woke up in some woods and came across Fili and Kili passing on this road to this place called a shire. They said this man called Gandalf could help,"
I looked up at the old, greying man with hope. He frowned down at me, like he couldn't quite understand my situation. He opened his mouth when some from behind caught his attention. He turned round and I let out an audible gasp. The dwarf behind him had an axe coming out of his head. I took a step back in fright. The dwarf said something in language that I couldn't even begin to understand.
"Yes, you're quite right, Bifur," Gandalf agreed to what was said in English. "We appear to be one dwarf short."
"He is late, is all," grunted Dwalin who had been watching by a doorframe. "He travelled north to a meeting of our kin. He will come,"
"Mr Gandalf?" asked the dwarf with the short hair.
On closer inspection, his hair wasn't short at all- is was merely plaited and pinned up around his head. After that, I was forgotten about again. The dwarves settled down for the food they had taken. I sat behind Kili and Fili for a bit, growing bored of being forgotten. They all seemed happy and glad to be in each other's company. It was a merry gathering and I felt like I was in high school- the sad loner girl you let tag along cause you feel sorry for her. The comparison didn't help. Kili turned round and handed me a plate laden with food. He grinned through a mouthful of ham and tomatoes. I thanked him and slipped away unnoticed with my plate. I joined the tiny man who was gazing into his now empty pantry.
