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Leila knocked 3 times, and waited. No one came to the door. She knocked again, a bit louder this time, and waited. Again, no answer. A little irritated now, she balled her fist and pounded on the door 3 times. No answer. She took a deep breath and reached for the door knob, but then stopped herself. She couldn't just walk into someones home uninvited, it was very rude, impolite. But they weren't answering, she worked up all her courage, and turned the door knob. Slowly she creaked open the door, she could hear shouting and laughter coming from what must have been the dining area. She quietly closed the door behind her, took off her cloak and harness and hung them on one of the last empty rungs, of the coat rack. She clasped her hands together and began to wring them. whilst she looked for the owner she looked around. This was not at all what she expected, it was like an actual house, but everything was more round. Everythibg was very nicely furnished, and decorated, the owner had good taste. She timidly made her way down the hall, where she nearly collided with a distressed looking hobbit.

"Very sorry excuse me." he said absent minded. Then he paused, and looked at her. "Who are you?" he sounded almost frustrated, but more strained and stressed than anything.

"Forgive me Master Hobbit, my name is Leila, I knocked, but I do not think you heard. So I just came in, and hung up my weapons and cloak, forgive me I know I did wrong."

The hobbit softened, " I'm Bilbo Baggins, welcome to my home, i'm sorry I didn't hear you knocking, I was a bit preoccupied." he gestured to the place where the racket was coming from. " You must be starving, I think I have just enough vegetables left over to make a nice stew, would you like some?"

"I would thank you." Leila's stomach was threatening to expose its hunger anyway.

Bilbo lead her into the kitchen, and set to work, it took him only a few minutes to whip up an nice, hearty vegetable stew for her, he gave her a small bowl, and a spoon, and she dug in. When she was finished, she thanked him and apologized profusely for being so rude as not to thank him before. She could hear the dwarfs beginning to disperse.

"Excuse me for a moment." Bilbo said to her, as she tucked into another bowl of soup. She could hear Bilbo telling the dwarfs to put things back where they went, and distraightly telling someone, most likely Gandalf, all the damage the dwarves had caused, something plumming and the bathroom.

Leila finished her second bowl, and put her dishes in the wash basin. She went and stood in the doorway, as a dwarf with an axe in his head entered the kitchen. She saw a small, timid looking dwarf ask Bilbo, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interupt, but what do I so with my plate?"

Before Bilbo could respond, a familiar looking dwarf grabbed the bowl and said, "Look here, Ori, give it to me." before grabbing the plate, and throwing it to a familiar dark haired dwarf. Bilbo started freaking out saying about how it was over a hundred years old, when Leila finally realized that the reason they looked so familiar, was because they were the dwarfs she had met earlier that morning.

" Could you please not do that you'll blunt them!" she heard Bilbo exclaim.

"Ooh, ye heard that lads, he says we'll blunt the knives."

And then they burst out into song,

Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles, and burn their corks

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 matt

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling boil;

Pound them up with a thumping pole;

When you're finished, if they're whole

Send them down the hall to roll!

Bilbo hurried into the kitchen, and they all shouted, "That's what Bilbo Baggins hates." Leila rushed to the kitchen to see all the dishes stacked beautifully. Suddenly a thumping on the door silenced them.

"He's here." Gandalf said seriously.

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The company made their way to the door, and Gandalf opened it. A dwarf with black hair, streaked with grey, turned, and smiled.

" Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find," the dwarf said, as he walked in and took off his cloak, " I lost my way... twice."

"Bilbo Baggins, this is the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield."

" H-h-how do you do?" Bilbo stuttered.

" Tell me Mr. Baggins, what is your weapon of choice?"

"Well I have some skill at konkers, if you must know."

" It is as I thought, he looks more like a grocer than a burgler." Thorin smirked and turned away.

"And the 15th member of our company," Gandalf raised his voice so Thorin wouldn't walk away. Leila knew that this was her queue. She took a step forward, and startled a young looking dwarf in a purple sweater, whom she had been standing behind. All of the dwarfs looked stunned, none of them had noticed that she was even there.

"What is this is?" Thorin scoffed, " you promised me the Ranger, Reaper, a warrior, why do you insult me with this woman?" Leila felt her temper rise, who did this dwarf think he was.

" We already have a cook Gandalf, you can send her home."

Before anyone could move, Leila swiftly pulled her dagger from her left boot, and pinned Thorin against the wall, with the knife at his throat. His men started but he waved them down.

" Who do you think you are?" he said.

" Do you think I won't kill you? After you slandered me in such a way just now?" Leila was furious, he may be a king, but she was not a person who would be subjected, he had no right to treat her in such a manner.

"Now, now, my dear," Gandalf said calmly, " do you not think this may be going a little overboard?"

Leila turned her gaze to Gandalf and glared. Maybe she was being too dramatic, she had the tendancy to be impulsive when she was angry. She would not let this impunity be forgotten, he would one day know her wrath.

" Go ahead and introduce yourself." Gandalf chided, like a mother sending her child to make new friends.

Leila loosened her hold, and stepped back. She put her dagger to her side, and extended her hand.

"Pleased to meet you," she said, drily, " I'm the one they call Reaper."

Sorry this chapter isn't very long, but right here seemed like a good place to stop. I'm trying hard to compile chapters so I can post regularly, but school is almost over, and it's sort of the mad dash to the end. I will try to post more during the summer holidays, but I might be really busy.

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