Author's note: Firstly, I want to thank everybody for reviewing and for giving this story a chance. I really appreciate it. I'm going to try to update this story every week. Here is chapter 2 . Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
"Come on my dear. I'm sure you are hungry.", Gandalf said, noticing my state of shock. All I did is nod. I follow Gandalf into the dining room. When we rounded the corner, nobody really acknowledged me until someone behind me spoke up. "Gandalf, who is the lass? Surley we don't take children with us." The dwarf spoke with a thick accent. That was it. I snapped out of my trance and turned around just to come face to face with a grumpy looking dwarf who was about a head taller than I was.
"Who do you think you are?", I snapped. I think it's sure to say he wasn't really happy about my comment. 'A child? I'm not a child!' "You don't want to argue with me girlie.", he said dismissively. At that my hand was around one of my daggers. Everybody around us was quiet. Everybody wanted to see what our next moves were. "I am no more a child than any of you, grandpa."
The grumpy dwarf looked as if he would like to stab me. All of the dwarves around looked at me as if I was nuts for calling him 'grandpa'. It actually was rather funny for me. I knew he wouldn't hit me but everybody around us didn't seem as sure as I was.
After a staring competition that felt like eternity 'Grandpa' simply pushed me out of the way and made his way over to his seat. "Go home girlie. Surely you have a husband and kids to take care of."
I don't know what came over me in that moment but without really realising it, I took my dagger and threw it. Right when his hand wanted to grab the spoon my dagger landed threateningly close to his hand and was stuck in the beautiful table.
All eyes were on my now, not on grandpa but on me. I walked over pulled the dagger out of the table, my eyes never leaving the grumpy dwarf. "Never speak of something you don't understand 'Grandpa'. You surely don't want to argue with me." My voice was too calm but my eyes were blazing with anger.
I turned around and left the room and out of the front door, not once glancing back to the dwarves but I still could feel their eyes burning on my back.
I sat down on the bench in the little garden. 'Arrogant dwarf! I'm going to show him who the girlie is! Don't sleep too tight Grandpa.' Not soon after two dwarves whose names I still didn't know, followed me and sat down on either side of me.
"What do you think Fi, she doesn't look like a warrior but even Dwalin is a little intimidated by her.", the one dwarf with black hair said, looking at the other one with orange-red hair that reminded me of my father's. "Maybe she is half dwarf and half elf? Her hair doesn't look elvish but her pointy ears certainly do. Maybe she is a warrior in another kingdom we don't know of and that's why Gandalf wants her to tag along.", the other one replied.
They were not completely wrong. A lot of the dwarves had brown hair and with my green eyes which looked like I was an ordinary person, I fit in. When I was little I always wanted to have yellow-orange eyes like my brothers. When Quinnie, my little sister, was born I didn't feel that out of place anymore because she also had our mothers green eyes.
"What do you two want?", I snapped at them. Why did they have to annoy me? "We thought we would introduce us to you and then you could come back inside with us and eat a little.", the black haired one said. "We already finished but we saved you some.", the other told me.
"That was really thoughtful of you.", I said surprised, actually moved that they would do something like that for someone they didn't even know and who had insulted their friend. "You looked a little upset and nobody ever stood up to Dwalin like you did. Nobody except for our mother but everybody is a little afraid of her.", 'Fi' said. I chuckled. They weren't so bad after all. They reminded me of Ailwin and me when we were younger.
"So... Are you going to come back inside?" I looked from 'Fi' to his friend. "Ok, but you forgot something." They shared a rather confused look. And this time it was the dark haired one that spoke up. "What did we miss?" "You wanted to introduce yourselves to me." I could barely contain a chuckle. "Then we will do this right now."They stood up. "Fili" "and Kili" "at your service." they finished together. "Valeria, at yours." I just couldn't help but smile over those two.
Back inside the grumpy dwarf, whose name was Dwalin, leaned against the door frame of the dining room with a mug of ale in his hands. Gandalf stood in the middle of the floor with Bilbo when the small dwarf who nearly ran into me came up to them. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt but what should I do with my plate?" He seemed to be the youngest one in the company.
"Here you go Ori, give it to me.", Fili said and threw it to Kili who tossed it to a dwarf with an axe in his head. He caught it without even looking behind him and started cleaning the plates in the sink.
Bilbo looked as if he was losing it every second. He was not happy at all. "Excuse me, that is my mother's West Farthing pottery. It's over a hundred years old!", he shouted across the room. In that moment, Kili gave me the plate with food that they had saved for me. I feared what was coming and stepped out of their way and placed my plate on a nearby shelf.
The dwarves only ignored Bilbos shouts and started to sing:
"Blunt the knives, bend the forks." Kili began to sing. I wasn't at all surprised when he was the first one, for he seemed like trouble.
"Smash the bottles and burn the corks." Fili too started to sing. I thought he was the reponsible one. You can never know enough about a person, right? Soon the other dwarves fell into tune with the two troublemakers.
"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.
Dumb the crocks in a boiling bowl
Pound 'em up with a thumping pole
When you're finished if they are whole
Send them down the hall to roll!"
I was glad that I had moved out of the way because soon every dish flew through the air and though it was rather funny, I had to admit that doing it normally would have sufficed the same. Our host looked as if he would have a heart attack at any second.
"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"
They finished, standing around the dishes which didn't even have a scratch, much to my astonishment. They were laughing while the hobbit looked like he would kill everyone of those dwarves. Even I had to smirk, it was really comical and I couldn't help but wander if dwarves ever really grew up.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. "He is here." Gandalf said in a serious and low voice that gave me the goosebumps. Not that I would ever truly admit it. The smiles everyone had on their faces just seconds ago, vanished and everything was quiet.
I'm sorry it's such a short chapter but I hope you liked it nonetheless. Please review!
