Bilbo Baggins was now in his home carrying a pile of heavy weaponry belonging to two brother dwarves that had just come in. That now made four. There were now four dwarves in his home, and he had no clue at all what they were doing in his house to begin with. Not only was he unfamiliar with them, but he never even met a dwarf before. Of course, he never expected them to be this rude. He then heard one of the dwarves say a sentence that very much disturbed him. "We've got to make room for everyone."

"Everyone!? How many more are there?!" Bilbo exclaimed with a shake in his voice. Then, when he thought nothing could make this night possibly more chaotic, the doorbell rang.

"Oh no. No. No. THERE'S NOBODY HOME! Go away and bother someone else. There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. I-If this is some clot head's idea of a joke, can only say it is in very poor taste!" With that the door opened, having eight dwarves fall on the floor and on each other, stacked like ale barrels in the Green Dragon. Behind them was a tall man wearing nothing but grey, and a wooden staff. Bilbo knew him. It was Gandalf.

But the other was a face that was not seen before. A girl. She was a dwarf like everyone else. She had very fair skin with slightly rosy cheeks. She had long brown hair that reached to the middle of her back. She had a dark green cloak, and a necklace in front of the laces of it, that had feathers, and what appeared to be an emerald sphere in the middle of it. If Bilbo didn't know any better, he'd say she was an elf child. But her eyes were what really caught his attention. They were unlike any he had ever seen. They were green. A bright green. Like emerald diamonds. Shined like them too.

"Dawn. At your service." She then bowed. Though the other dwarves did the same introduction, Bilbo appreciated hers more.
But the admiring of the girl was cut short when all the dwarves got up and began to take out everything digestible out of Bilbo's pantry. The poor hobbit soon found himself scolding the dwarves to either put the food back where it belonged or to stop touching what they were holding. Even Gandalf was intruding his personal belongings slightly.

However, Dawn was not. She hadn't touched anything that was food. She was organizing. The last thing the hobbit expected. She first piled up all the weapons that were on the ground. She then began to serve ale to everyone. But before that, she asked Bilbo permission to do so. If it was one of the other dwarves, he would have refused. But since she had been so polite before to him, he allowed it. And when she wasn't doing anything, she would be with Bofur, who was her godfather. When she was alone, she only just noticed Fili staring at her.

"What are you looking at?" Dawn asked

"Every other person in this home is old, masculine, has a beard and reeks of a smell unknown. You're none of those."

"Not quite. Your brother doesn't have a beard and isn't very masculine. And you aren't old and don't smell bad." Fili couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm Dawn." She then bowed to the dwarf. Fili did the same, only in a more goofy fashion.

"And I am Fili. At your service, my lady." Dawn smiled in return. As they talked, Fili noticed Ori wondering. This was a moment to impress Dawn.

"Watch this." He gave Dawn a devilishly handsome grin and approached the young dwarf, who was looking for a place to put his plate.

"Here you go Ori, give it to me." As h took the plate, he threw the plate to Kili like it was a frisbee. Kili then threw it to Bifur, who was washing the dishes in the kitchen. One by one the dishes and bowls came by, and each time, Fili tried to impress Dawn more. He began to bounce them on his elbows, and then catching then after a tumble. And just as he finished that, they began to sing. During which Dawn joined in. She began to spin around and dance to the music coming from Bofurs' flute and she dragged Fili and Kili into dancing with her. As she spun she laughed as well as the brothers. None could have been happier. At the end of the song, everyone was laughing and smiling. Even their hobbit host was happy. But it suddenly fell silent when there were three sharp knocks at the door.

"He is here."

Everyone gathered at the door to welcome the new guest. Dawn tried to smooth out her dress, to make sure she looked presentable. She knew who was to come, and did not want to look like a fool. As Gandalf opened the door, it revealed the exact man she thought it was to be. He had long black hair with a few grey strands. He had a midnight blue cloak and a fur top. He looked very legendary. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the famed Thorin Oakenshield.

"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way...twice. Wouldn't have found it at all if not for that mark on the door." Thorin then took off his cloak and placed it on one if the nobs.

"Mark? There's no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!" Bilbo exclaimed.

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

"So, this is the hobbit." Thorin began to circle the hobbit and asked him what his weapon of choice was in battle. But he had no clue why he said this.

"He looks more a grocer than a burglar." This made all the dwarves laugh. Even Dawn couldn't help but giggle, even though she had a feeling it was a bit rude. Thorin then brought his attention to the girl. She then bowed to him.

"Dawn, at your service, my king," Thorin smiled.

"And I at yours. What brings you here?" he asked.

"I was told to come here by my godfather, Bofur."

"Very well. If you don't mind, I would like to talk with him privately. Dawn nodded and left the two alone.

"Bofur, why is she here? You are more than aware that his is no place for a woman." Bofur gulped. And then he answered.

"Thorin, she came here with Orc blood on her cape. They're after her. Have you not seen her eyes? Remember the prophecy?" Thorin looked to see Dawn and Fili talking to each other and laughing. Her eyes sparkled. Indeed, they were emerald. This made Thorin stiff. He then turned to Bofur.

"Very well. I'll make sure she is protected. I'll ask Fili and Kili to watch over her." The two then headed to the dining room where they talked about their journey.

During this time, Dawn sat at Fili's right. She tried to pay attention, but it was hard to when she had no idea what her purpose would be on this journey. But she put this thought aside. She then snapped out of her daze when Fili broke a fight.

"We may be few in number. But we're fighters. All of us. TO THE LAST DWARF!" Dawn thought he looked very heroic at his moment. But then Kili made an assumption that Gandalf had fought dragons before, but that was false. This if course led to another argument, which was ended by Thorin, and then another. And jut as it was getting too loud, Gandalf stood up and a shadow grew to his booming voice, not knowing what was going on, Fili brought her closer. They both felt strangely warm, but it was nothing compared to the terror they felt at the moment.

"Enough!If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar then a burglar he is!" He shadow then shrunk and his voice turned back to its light tone. and a some thing was said with another, Bilbo was then handed a contract. As he read, he then became stiff at the charges section of the contract.

"Incineration?"

"Oh, aye. He'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye," Bofur said. Bilbo then began to breathe heavily.

"Think furnace, with wings."

"I-I need air," Bilbo stuttered.

"Flash of light. Searing pain. Then POOF! You're nothing more than a pile of ash." And just then the poor hobbit fainted on his floor. When the meeting ended, Fili and Kili dragged the hobbit not what appeared to be his room.
Dawn went I the kitchen and fixed him up a tray of tea. As she approached the room, she knocked on the door.
"Come in." Dawn went into the room and placed the tray down.

"Are you alright, Master Baggins. You took quite a fall when Bofur was explaining what 'incineration' meant." Bilbo nodded, looking at the tea Dawn was putting into the cup.

"I'm fine. I just need to relax." Dawn then placed the teapot down.

"Then this will help. Here." Dawn then placed the cup in his hands. The cup was warm, but not so warm it would burn. The steam circled his nostrils and hugged him with a spiced scent. He could no longer resist, and took a sip. He did not know what it was, but it was indeed relaxing. As the hobbit drank his tea, Dawn left and joined the others at the fireplace where they were smoking their pipes. She then approached Fili and Kili.

"How is he?" Kili asked.

"He'll be fine. A bit shaken, but fine." Kili then began to chuckle.

"Would you like some?" he asked. He held out his pipe, showing what he meant. This was a fun game for the brothers. Traditionally women shouldn't smoke, but it was always fun to see their reactions.

"Sure." Dawn then swiped Fili's pipe from her fingers and inhaled. And when she exhaled, the smoke made a ring that moved forward.

"I'm unfamiliar with this brand, but it's good."

"Wait till you see her with Old Toby lads," Bofur chuckled. "That's a sight to see."