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After that, Thorin sat on the table to eat, while informing the dwarfs about his previous trip.

"What news from the meeting in Ered Luin?" Balin asked him eagerly. "Did they all come?"

"Aye" Thorin answered remaining serious, "Envoys from all seven kingdoms."

"What do the dwarfs of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?" Dwalin asked him.

"They will not come." Thorin replied and sounded angry and betrayed. "They say this quest is ours and ours alone." At this point, the dwarfs lowered their heads, disappointed. And then someone spoke.

"You're going on a quest?" Bilbo asked, his eyebrows a bit frowned.

I looked at him and tried to suppress a smile. He had no idea what was going to happen, but I did. And I was happy to be there, when all things started.

"Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light." I heard Gandalf say and then he took a map off his cloak. I stared it in awe. This was the real map. The original map, designed in hand with ink.

"Far to the East, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands lays a single solitary peak." he continued.

"The Lonely Mountain" Bilbo read slowly.

"Aye. Oin has read the portents and the portents say it is time." Gloin said and I looked first at his direction and then at his brother's.

"Ravens have been flying back to the mountain as it was foretold: When the birds of yore return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end." Oin said and I noticed that the hobbit's eyes went wide.

"Uh, what beast?" he asked nervously.

"Well that would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age." It was Bofur's turn to speak, "Airborne fire-breather, teeth like razors, claw like meat hooks, extremely fond of precious metals."

"Yes, I know what a dragon is." Bilbo replied a bit annoyed but he still seemed worried. And suddenly Ori stood up.

"I'm not afraid, I'm up for it. I'll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!" he said and the others cheered him on. I laughed but Dori stopped him before he could go on.

"The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us," Balin said afterwards "but we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest."

Everyone, then, started talking at the same time, offended by the comment, but when a strong voice rose, they went silent.

"We may be few in number. But we're fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!" Fili said hitting his hand hard on the table and I felt a shiver spread through my body. He could be such a great king! I admired that passion he had. And as I stood there observing him I realized I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"And you forget we have a wizard in our company, Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time." Kili said, waking me up from my daze. My eyes shifted to Gandalf, who seemed uncomfortable and murmured a few vague words.

"Oh, well. No, uh, I… I wouldn't say…"

"How many then?" Dori asked, causing the wizard to mumble a confused "What?"

"How many dragons have you killed?" he insisted, "Go on, give us a number!" But Gandalf didn't answer and the dwarfs started talking all together again, getting angrier. Poor Bilbo tried to calm them down, but of course that had no effect. And suddenly a loud voice rose.

I know things seem to go on slow, but I promise that later, this whole situation is going to change in a way I'm sure none of you expected! After her first day in Middle-Earth, everything gets complicated. You're going to be surprised when the plot evolves... But, for now, be patient!

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