"I only did that because I thought you were going to kill Bilbo." I replied. Dwalin looked severely at me for a second then laughed. I refilled my mug as the dwarfs joined in merry conversations. Kili walked up to me and smiled. "So, is your name as pretty as your face?" He asked. I couldn't stop from blushing. "Uh..."- Kili kissed me on the lips.
My eyes widened as I started to freak out. Everyone around started bursting with laughter, even Gandalf. "Tis' how we greet women that we don't know. Be happy that only the first one who gets to ya gets to greet ya." Balin chuckled.
I laughed a little as I realized what he meant. Gandalf sat down as everyone started to speak about a company or some other. A loud knock echoed through the halls, and everyone looked up. "He is here." Gandalf mumbled.
We all crowded around as Gandalf opened the door. A very ragged dwarf stepped in, glaring at everyone. "I thought you said this place was easy to find. I lost my way, twice." He grumbled to the old wizard.
He sat down and ate. Gandalf rolled out a map and pointed at a mountain terrain. "The entrance is sealed, there is no way to get into Erebor." The dwarf said. Gandalf pulled out a key. "Thorin, you have little faith." "Where did you get this?" Thorin asked, taking the key. "Your father gave it to me, for safe keeping." Gandalf replied.
"Erebor? What's Erebor?" I wondered, Grabbing Throin's flask and refilling it. "It is no concern of maids." He grumbled. Bilbo looked at Thorin in worry, and immediately stepped between me and my axe. "Well, EXSCUUUUUSE me! But, I'm not a maid. Or a wench, nor am I a waitress. So I believe you treat me with respect." I retorted. "And why is that?" He said calmly. "Because I'm the one who is refilling your flask." I stated.
The dwarfs all looked at each other, surprised. Thorin smiled. "I suppose you're right then, lassie." He admitted and looked back at the map. The conversation of a dragon continued. I could only hear a little bit because Gandalf recommended I stay in the living room.
"Are you okay Bilbo?" Gandalf asked. I looked up to see Bilbo leaned over, taking deep breaths. He stood straight and adjusted his shoulders. "...Nope." He fainted.
The company took rest in the living room, which I had to evacuate, and stared sadly at the dying fire. I stood up from my chair and walked over to the wood pile. I moved my axe off of it and grabbed some wood. "So, Bilbo DOES know how to use a weapon." Bombur pondered.
I fed the wood into the fire and straightened up. "No. I do would never touch my axe." I sighed. Most of the dwarfs' eyes switched to me, like an infant trying to work out a puzzle. "Did you chop this wood?" requested Balin. I nodded and went back into the dinning room.