Chapter 4. Cilla's P.O.V

Everyone flooded into Bilbo's hallway looking at he door, and Gandalf opened it.

The guy who stood there looked at him. "Gandalf. You said this place would be easy to find, I lost my way. Twice. Wouldn't have found it at all if it wasn't for that mark on the door."

Bilbo stepped forward. "Mark? There is no mark on that door, I just had it painted a week ago."

"There is indeed a mark on the door Bilbo, I put it there myself. Bilbo, this is the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield."

"So, this is the hobbit." Thorin said. "Tell me, axe or sword, what's your weapon of choice."

"Well, I do have some skill at conkers if you must know, but I don't see how that's relevant."

"Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar."

"Burglar?" Bilbo said with indignation. But Thorin was looking at Me, Molly, Emily and Blackie. Oh shit.

"And who are you?" he asked with confusion and curiosity. I think I detected hope as well.

I stepped forward and introduced us. "I'm Cilla, and this is my twin Quintana, who I call Blackie. This is Emily, the eldest of us, and this is Molly, second eldest."

But he was staring at our rings. And by our rings, I mean mine, Blackie and Molly's. Then he jerked forward and grabbed my right hand, just staring.

"Where did you get this?" he asked with a hoarse voice. The company was speaking with shock in low tones.

"We've had these rings for as long as we can remember. It's literally impossible to take them off. Trust us we've tried." Thorin then proceeded to try gently. Naturally he didn't succeed. But that's not the point. HE TOUCHED MY PRECIOUS RING!

I jerked my hand back, falling on Blackie. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH MY RING AGAIN. You have no right to touch it, for it is not yours." I glared at him that made even Gandalf flinch.

"I'm sorry, but, that looks exactly like the ring my nephew, Kili, gave a little baby. She was celebrating her first birthday." The way he looked at me was as if I should understand. "That was 73 years ago. The little girl and her twin would be around 74 about now. Tell me, do you girls have a necklace as well?"

We looked at each other, talking silently. We nodded. "Yes, all of us do. We can't take those off either." He looked a Dwalin and Bombur.

"Would you please show us?" oh, that was definitely hope in his voice.

We nodded again, and all four of us took our necklaces out from under our shirts and everyone gasped. Balin spoke.

"After all these years, you're finally home." He smiled, tears in his eyes. We looked around, confused.

"What are you talking about? We don't know any of you."

"No lass." Dwalin said. Damn, even he was teary-eyed. "You were to young to remember us." We looked at each other confused. Then comprehension dawned on us.

I looked at Thorin, Dwalin, and Bombur, comparing them to us girls. I spoke emotionlessly.

"Are you telling us, that you're our fathers?" They nodded, faces of complete happiness. I looked at Dwalin evenly. "I will never except you as my father." He looked so torn at that. "Not ever, because you sent us to a world of horrors, where we had to deal with shit you can't possibly imagine. The only family I had was these girls because no one would take me in. I didn't have a mother, father or anything, just my sisters. I don't think I can forgive anyone for putting a child through that." I was getting angrier by the second.

As I turned and stormed out, I heard Blackie say that she agrees with me before she followed. Eventually all Molly and Emily came too, supporting us. As long I have these girls, that's all the family I need. I don't need a stupid father who would hold his little girl when she was scared, or anyone else. All I need, is my sisters.