Chapter 2. Cilla's P.O.V
As we got to Mr. Baggins' house, Gandalf walked right through Bilbo's smoke ring. Poor guy.
Bilbo looked up and kind of frowned. "Good morning."
Gandalf kind of smirked. "What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it to be or not or that you feel good this morning or that it is a morning to be good on?"
Bilbo looked flabbergasted. "All of them at once I suppose. Can I help you"
"I'm looking for someone to go an adventure on."
Bilbo stuttered. "Now, I can't imagine anyone west of Bree who would want to go on an adventure. Nasty, disturbing things. Make you late for supper." He said checking his mail. He looked up awkwardly and said, "Good morning."
"To think I lived to see Belladonna Tooks son, to wish me a good morning as if I was selling buttons at the door." He turned around confused.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Well you know my name although you do not remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf, and Gandalf means…me."
"Not Gandalf the wondering wizard who makes such excellent fireworks. Old Took used to set them off on mid-summers eve. Had no idea you were still in business." The girls and I snickered.
"And where else should I be?"
"Well, uh. Mhmm." He gestured.
They continued on for a few minutes before Bilbo said "Good morning" and went inside.
"You girls stay here and keep him company."
We mumbled our agreements. We quit liked the hobbit.
After spending the day with Bilbo when he let us in, we decided we liked it here. Until the first knock came as we were getting ready to eat.
Then we heard a voice say as Bilbo opened the door, "Dwalin, at your service."
"Bilbo Baggins, at your service. Do we know each other?"
"No. Which way laddie."
"Which way to what?"
"Super. He said ther'd be food."
We paused as he came into the room. He drew in a sharp breath when he saw us.
"What are dwarrodams doing so far from the mountains?" he asked in shocked tone.
I spoke. "What mountains? Listen bud, we ain't from 'round here." I said in my Texas accent accidently getting a wee bit stronger.
He frowned, but let it go and dug into Bilbo's food. I mean DAMN, that dwarf could eat. More than me! This shit ain't right.
I mean come on! I'm supposed to be the food garbage disposal. Hmph!
As he ate, we stared in disgust. Even we have more manners than that.
Then he spoke. "Good this. Any more?"
Bilbo stuttered, "What, oh-oh, yes." He slowly turned around to grab the biscuits, turned back around, paused, and took one biscuit before giving the rest of it to Dwalin.
"Look, I don't know what your doing here, but I think you have the wrong house." The bell rang.
Dwalin looked at Bilbo and said, "That'll be the door."
Bilbo opened the door and there was another dwarf.
"Balin, at your service."
"Good evening."
"Yes it is. So, I think it might rain later."
He stepped in and noticed Dwalin.
"Ahaaa, evening brother."
Dwalin put down the glass bowl he was holding. "By my beard, your shorter and wider than last we met."
"Shorter, not wider. Sharp enough for the both of us." Balin said with a wink.
They chuckled and after a few seconds they head-butted each other. Hard. It sounded like it hurt.
They turned towards the pantry and Balin noticed me. Before he could speak, I answered his question for him, this time controlling my accent.
"We're not from around here, and Gandalf found us." He nodded.
As they fumbled around the pantry and Bilbo was talking to them, we had a group discussion.
(Me,Blackie, Emily)
"First thing first, how the h-e-double hockey sticks get here?"
"No idea, but when you figure it out tell me." Came Emily's smart assed remark.
Blackie nudged Emily. "Be nice. Don't you want to know how we got here?"
Emily thought then nodded, finally seeing our point. Before we could say anything else, the bell rang again. Poor Bilbo.
We followed him this time to open the door. When he opened the door, I saw the hottest guy in the world. Brown hair that reaches the top of his shoulders, chocolate brown eyes, and a scruff for a beard. He is SEXY. If you look up sexy in a dictionary, you'll find his picture underneath it. I mean, wow.
"Fili." The blonde one spoke.
"Kili." So that's sexy's name.
"and Nili" some guy that looked like Kili's twin.
"At your service." They bowed at the same time. Kili spoke.
"You must be mister Boggins." He grinned a gorgeous grin.
"No, no you can't come in, you've come to the wrong house."
"Has it been canceled?" poor thing looked so confused.
"No one told us."
"No, nothing's been cancled-"
"Well that's a relief." Kili stepped in and his brother strutted in.
"It's nice, this place. Did you do it your self?" he asked while whipping his boots of on a box.
"No, it's been in the family for years, that's my mothers jewelry box, could you please no do that."
I heard Fili say "Careful with these, I just had them sharpened." But I was busy looking at the dwarf looking at me. I think he whispered something in Khusdul. Next thing I know, he's lurching forward and has my hand in his kissing it.
"Hello milady. What is such a beautiful dwarrowdam doing from the mountains?" My face was beat red, and that just made me redder. He looked shocked and surprised at that, but soon looked very happy. It was as if this is the first girl blushed for him.
By this time Fili and Nili looked toward us and Fili said something different than Kili in Khusdul. He did the same thing to Blackie.
We looked at each other in confusion, then answered.
"We're not from around here, and Gandalf found us." They nodded, still not letting go of our hands.
"Fili, Kili, come help move the table in here or we'll never fit everyone in."
Molly's P.O.V.
I was confused. Here I was, on my way home from getting groceries, and next thing I know I'm here!
"Well now, what do we have here? Another dwarrodamf?"
I turned around and looked at, wait , no way. GANDALF THE GRAY. Then I notice the 8 other dwarves in his presence.
"Maybe you could help me. I'm looking for my sisters. Cilla, Blackie and Emily?"
"Ah yes, earlier today I took them to Mr. Baggins's house. Come with us my dear, and you shall see them."
"Okay."
Cilla's P.O.V.
There was another nock and Bilbo's had enough.
"No, no there are far to many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some plot head's idear of a joke, haha, it is in very, poor
taste." He opened the door and 8 dwarves fell down. "Gandalf."
"MOLLY!"
