Good Morning

Before you start reading, yes… I did take out a few pieces of dialog that I felt was unnecessary. Also, while this story is pretty true to the movie itself; this fanfic is not word for word the same as the film. But regardless, I feel like this story is going to be a good one…enjoy.

(Location: The Shire)

A hobbit by the name of Bilbo sat out in his front yard as he carelessly smoked a pipe whilst enjoying the summer breeze. However, the small hobbit was interrupted when he noticed the presence of a tall elderly figure overshadow him. Bilbo looked up to meet the wizard's gaze and waited for him to say something. After what seemed like a minute of awkward silence; the hobbit decided he would speak first.

"Good morning," the hobbit said uncomfortably.

"What do you mean?" Asked the wizard. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"

The hobbit looked rather puzzled. "All of them at once, I suppose."

The old man continued to gaze silently at the hobbit. Bilbo tried to ignore him, but he was beginning to feel uneasy.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."

"An adventure? Now, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things.

Bilbo stood up and grabbed his mail. He pretended to read some of it in hopes that the stranger would lose interest and go away. He quickly realized that this wasn't working and he made his way up the stairs in an attempt to head back inside his hole. He came to a halt when he heard the wizards voice again.

"To think that I should have lived to be good morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I were selling buttons at the door."

"Beg your pardon?"

"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins." The wizard answered.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?

"Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf! And Gandalf means … me."

Bilbo took a moment to try and remember where he heard that name from. "Gandalf…not Gandalf the wandering Wizard who made such excellent fireworks! Old took used to have them on midsummers eve…I had no idea you were still in business."

"And where else should I be?"

"Ha, ha! Hm, hmm..." The hobbit stuttered as continued to puff confusingly on his pipe.

"Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others."

"Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water… Good morning." Finally, in frustration Bilbo retreated into Bag End, but unbeknownst to the hobbit; Gandalf had made sure to write the dwarvish word for (Burglar) on the door after which he departed.

(Location: Bag End-night time)

Bilbo had just prepared dinner and was about to start eating when he heard his doorbell ring. Feeling muddled as to who could be visiting at the hour, Bilbo went over and opened the door. The hobbit was stunned to find that the person standing there was a bald looking dwarf.

"Dwalin, at your service." The dwarf greeted

"Uh…Bilbo Baggins, at yours."

Suddenly, Dwallin walked inside without permission.

Bilbo's eyes followed the dwarf in bewilderment. "D do we know each other?"

"No," he answered. "Which way, laddie? Is it down here?"

"I is what down where?"

The dwarf dropped some of his things on the floor and gave the rest to Bilbo. "Supper. He said there'd be food, and lots of it."

"H He said? Who said?

Suddenly Dwallin took a seat at the table and began eating the food Bilbo had just prepared. "Mmmm. … Very good, this. Any more?"

"Uh," was the only word Bilbo could muster before the doorbell rang once again. He walked over and opened the door to find another dwarf, however, this one looked more elderly than the other.

"Balin, at your service." He greeted more politely than the first dwarf.

"Uh, Good evening." Bilbo replied.

Suddenly, Balin took notice of Dwallin. "Oh, ha ha! Evening, brother."

Dwallin stood up. "Oh, by my beard, you are shorter and wider than last we met."

"Wider, not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us," chuckled the elderly dwarf.

After greeting each other the two dwarves made there way to the pantry to find more food. Bilbo followed and stood behind them as he watched the two strangers rummage through his food storage. "Uh, excuse me; sorry, I hate to interrupt, ah, but the thing is, I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house," the hobbit said while trying to sound more serious. As Bilbo continued, the dwarves proceeded to take more food while talking to each other as if they could not hear the hobbit whatsoever. "It's not that I don't like visitors; I I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit, but I do like to know them before they come visiting." The dwarves still acted as if they could not hear the small hobbit. "The thing is, um, I, I don't know either of you, not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt, but I uh, but I had to speak my mind. I'm sorry." It was after the word 'sorry' that the dwarves turned around and appeared to acknowledge Bilbo's existence.

"Hm. Apology accepted," said Balin as the dwarves went back to what they were doing.

Much to Bilbo's annoyance, before he could say anything, the doorbell rang once again. At this point Bilbo felt like he knew exactly what creature was standing at the door. The small hobbit walked over and opened the door once again to find not one, but two dwarves standing there.

"Fili. And Kili. At your service." The two greeted with a bow.

"You must be mister Baggins," stated Kili.

"Nope, you can't come in, you've come to the wrong house," Bilbo said as he attempted to shut the door. However, Kili managed to stop it with his foot.

"What? Has it been cancelled?" Kili questioned in a worried voice.

"Can ? No nothing's been cancelled."

"Well, that's a relief," the dwarf said as both he and Fili let themselves inside.

"We'd better move some stuff around, otherwise we'll never get everyone in," declared Balin as he began pushing furniture out of the way.

"Ev everyone? How many more are there?" Inquired Bilbo in fear while trying to stop the dwarves from moving his things around. About a minute went by of Bilbo continuing to try and get the dwarves out of his house when the doorbell rang AGAIN. "Oh no. No, no!" Bilbo yelled as he made his way to the door. "There's nobody home. Go away, and bother somebody else. There's far too many dwarves in the dining 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." When the small hobbit opened the door eight dwarves fell inside like bowling pins. As the dwarves got back to their feet, Bilbo noticed the tall wizard standing outside behind the pile of dwarves. "Gandalf," he said as he suddenly realized how the dwarves found this place.


The dwarves were moving back and forth between the dining room and the pantry as they began putting lots of food on the table. Each time one of the dwarves passed by the small hobbit they were bombarded with demands.

"Those are my plates! Excuse me! Not my wine. Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam, please! ...Excuse me." Suddenly the hobbit noticed one of the dwarves carrying four wheels of cheese back to the table. "Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife? Put that back," Bilbo demanded. However, the dwarves just didn't seem to care.

"My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?" The Grey Wizard asked while knowing full well what was the matter.

"What's the matter? I'm surrounded by dwarves. What are they doing here?" Bilbo retorted.

"Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them," explained Gandalf.

That answer didn't satisfy the hobbit. "I don't want to get used to them. The state of my kitchen! There's mud trod into the carpet, they've pi pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom; they've all but destroyed the plumbing. I don't understand with they're doing in my house." The hobbit then let out a sigh. "Well at least that's the last of them," he said with a slight tone of relief.

"Whatever do you mean?" Asked Gandalf.

"The dwarves," Bilbo answered. "At least no more are coming."

Gandalf gave a look as if he knew something that the hobbit did not, which Bilbo noticed.

"Gandalf…. Gandalf there are no more dwarves, yes?" demanded the hobbit.

The wizard looked down at the hobbit, not wanting to answer that question, "well...you see…um…" answered the wizard. "There are still two guests who have yet to arrive… a dwarf and a man."

The hobbit opened his mouth to retaliate, but one of the dwarves, whose name was Ori, walked up and interrupted him. "Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?"

"Here you go, Ori, give it to me," shouted Fili.

Fili took the plate from Ori and threw it at Kili, who threw it behind his back to Bifur, who was standing at the sink. Bifur caught it behind his back, without even looking at it. Kili, Fili, and the other dwarves began throwing the plates, bowls, and utensils to each other, eventually throwing them in the sink to be washed. As dishware flew through the air, Gandalf ducked every so often to avoid getting hit.

Bilbo was getting worried that something would break. "Excuse me, that's my mother's West Farthing crockery, it's over a hundred years old!"

The dwarves at the tablet began rhythmically drumming on the table with utensils and their fists.

"And can can you not do that? You'll blunt them!" Bilbo added.

Suddenly, all the dwarves began to sing.

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread 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

When you've finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll…

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door, and everyone went silent.

"They're here," Gandalf whispered.

A/N: Yes, Madara will appear in the next chapter. I really wanted to put him in this one, but I felt like this was a good way to end the chapter. Please, please, please review and let me know what you think of the story so far. Until next time…bye.