Second chapter for you lovely peoples! Already got two reviews! I'm so excited! I'm really just posting these chapters as soon as I finish them, so there won't be any reliable schedule for them. Sorry! I'll try to update frequently though!
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Pandemonium. That's the only word I could use to describe what happened next. Men rushed in and began pillaging Mr. Baggins' pantry. The little man ran around, trying and failing to control the group of men. And then there was Gandalf. That name had sounded very familiar. He came over to me while the crazy ransacking ensued, and began making conversation with me as if there wasn't a tornado of men destroying their hosts home.
"And who might you be?" He asked politely. By this time, I was too weirded out by what I was witnessing to care about whether people knew my name.
"Glenn." I sighed.
"Gandalf the Grey." Gandalf introduced himself, offering a hand, which I shook. Still, what was with the title? Sure, he was dressed entirely in gray. But it was still kind of odd.
"I hate to cut this short," I started looking up at the very tall man. "But my mom is probably worried sick about me. Could you just tell me the quickest way to Newville so I can go home?" Gandalf looked at me.
"I'm afraid I have never heard of Newville before. Which I find unceasingly odd, considering that I have been most everywhere." He raised an eyebrow. Conceited much?
"Seriously?" I asked, getting really annoyed now. "Isn't there anyone who knows about this area? I'm going to be in so much trouble when I get back." Gandalf just stared at me. I could almost hear the gears whirring in his head.
"My dear, I'm afraid you might find yourself much farther from home than you first believe." He brought out a long pipe from beneath his robes and played with the end of it.
"What do you mean by that?" I peered at him through narrowed eyes.
"That remains to be seen." He continued to gaze at me. I was getting a bit self-conscious. I looked away.
"Well then what am I going to do?" I asked him.
"This group of dwarves and I are going on a journey. We will be stopping by someone who I believe can help you." Gandalf explained.
"Dwarves?" I asked in confusion. Gandalf pointed at the yelling men in the other room.
"Dwarves." He smiled.
"All of them?" I looked in surprise.
"Indeed. Except Mr. Baggins. Bilbo is what would be called a Hobbit." Gandalf explained.
"So he's not a hippy then. That makes more sense." I nodded, still totally confused. "You're not a dwarf though." I looked at him.
"No my dear, I am a wizard. One of the Maiar." He told me. I stared at him for a moment. This was beginning to sound more and more like that D&D that my friend had been talking about.
"So what, are there elves too?" I asked, still not believing it completely.
"There are indeed." The wizard nodded.
"Are there any normal humans?" I inquired, feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Of course!" Gandalf puffed. "I only wonder where you might have come from to have not known these things."
"I'm beginning to fear…" I began. "That I am not anywhere near home." I sighed.
"I'm afraid you may be right." Gandalf patted me on the back. "But don't worry, I put in a good word for you with our leader and we'll see if you can travel with us to Rivendell."
"Thank you." I smiled, feeling unusually touched by his gesture. He smiled back and got up to count how many dwarves there were. I followed behind sort of. Stopping by the doorway to watch the business.
"Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombor, Dori, Nori… Ori." The wizard listed on his fingers before pausing. "We appear to be two short."
"He is late, is all." The one I remember as Dwalin said from the corner. "They travelled north to a meeting of our kin. He will come." Two more? I thought to myself. As if this lot wasn't enough! Then I felt the somewhat familiar arm of Fili come to rest heavily on my shoulders.
"Come on Glenn! We're all eating now!" He led me to a seat in the corner next to him and Kili. The table was covered in food and dwarves were crammed around all sides of it. The way they ate was absolutely disgusting! My kind if people. I chowed down with the rest of them. Fervently refusing all offers of beer. Not only was I underage, but I also had a baby to think about.
"Bombor! Catch!" A dwarf in an awesomely ridiculous hat tossed an egg to a very large, fat dwarf at the other end. The one, called Bombor opened his mouth and caught the food expertly in his mouth. The whole table cheered loudly. Fili then climbed onto the table and started passing around more ale. I was starting to get a little nervous about the excessive amount of drinking going on, but I didn't say anything about it. This strange land I had come to seemed to be similar to the Viking age in many ways. And back then, such excessive consumptions of alcohol was completely acceptable. But, as I have often said, you can always speak too soon. For, presently, all the dwarves had begun downing their mugs all at once. Silence filled the room, save the sounds of desperate gulping. They set down their mugs one after another and began, to my utter horror, burping contests. Mud and dirt, I fine with. Messy table manners, all cool. Drinking like a fish, I'll live. But burping contests? Needless to say, I quickly excused myself. After that, dinner quickly began rapping up and the dwarves began to disperse. Fili and Kili found me.
"You alright?" Fili asked, concerned. Though not enough to wipe the grin off his face.
"I feel sick." I moaned.
"Right, I forgot that pregnant women get that way." Fili nodded in understanding.
"No, it's because I had to listen to you lot grunt like pigs for the last ten minutes." I shouted back. Kili roared with laughter at this.
"Didn't seem to ruin you appetite." Fili commented, nodding towards the crumbs on my shirt. I looked down and quickly brushed them off. Kili laughed at this too. I got the feeling he was getting a little tipsy.
"Excuse me." A shy voice sounded in the hallway. I looked up to see a young dwarf approaching a fuming Mr. Baggins. "But what should I do with my plate?" The one, who I think was called Ori, asked.
"Here you go, Ori, give it here." Fili said, having disappeared from my side and reappeared over in the hall. So it was Ori. I got up and followed Kili as the younger brother headed over to the far side of the hall. I halted abruptly as a dish cam flying right past my face, only to be caught by Kili and tossed to another dwarf over by the sink.
"Excuse me!" Bilbo cried in alarm. "That's my mother's West Farthing crockery! It's over a hundred years old!" The dwarves didn't seem to care as Fili tossed two more plates over to Kili who caught them expertly. Maybe he wasn't as tipsy as I had thought. "And can- can you not do that?" Bilbo asked crossing back into the dining room. "You'll blunt them!"
"Ohhhh, did you hear that lads?" as dwarf with an amazing accent said from around the corner. "He says we'll blunt the knives." I jumped in surprise as Kili began singing in a deep, rich voice.
Blunt the knives bend the forks. Fili joined on his brothers little tune.
Smash the bottles and burn the corks. Now the other dwarves started joining in.
Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
Cut the cloth 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!
When you're finished if they are whoooooooollllleee!
Send them down the hall to roll!
The hat-wearing dwarf brought out a little flute and began whistling on it merrily as dishes flew through the air from one dwarf to the next. It was all quite exciting as Kili led me into the dining room with the others.
That's what Bilbo Baggins Hates! They finished spiritedly. The poor hobbit rushed into the cramped room, only to see a large pile of clean, unbroken dishes piled neatly on the table. Everyone laughed merrily except Bilbo, who was the one being laughed at.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Kili laughed, nudging me slightly. I nodded, still laughing gaily. Then, everyone fell silent as three loud, hard knocks sounded on the door. I don't know why, but it sounded very ominous. It was probably because it was knocking instead of using the doorbell like the rest of the dwarves did. All turned to look at the door. And Gandalf inhaled grimly.
"He is here."
*Cue dramatic music* ^-^ Probably my favorite scene in the whole movie! It's so hard to write though. Glenn knows so little about Middle Earth! So writing from her perspective is a little tricky.
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