Oh my gosh you all are so amazing? Thank you so much for all the love you have already given this story and I'm only just posting the fourth chapter. For those of you wondering, I am planning on doing the entire trilogy. I've already got the entire first movie script done, just need to add in all the reactions. I'm still debating doing the LotR trilogy. I am in college so updates may not remain quite so quick, but I am determined to finish at least the Hobbit Trilogy.

"I believe we should take a short break for breakfast. The showing will resume when you are finished. Don't worry, the food isn't drugged this time." The voice said and with their words, food materialized on the table. Bilbo simultaneously thanked and cursed the voice. On one hand, he was getting quite hungry, but now there was also nothing to distract they dwarves from their questions.

"We will discuss this over breakfast," Thorin said. Everyone took that as a sign to get up and eat. Even the experience of being drugged wouldn't stop them. Then again, they really didn't have much of a choice unless they wanted to starve to death. Plates were passed around as they all tried to find the best platters and seats. Bilbo somehow found himself pushed to sit next to Thorin, Dwalin on his other side and Balin across from him. Ori also sat close by, his book still out, as he expertly multitasked eating, writing and dodging food. Once the company had settled down Thorin cleared his throat to gain their attention. Bilbo kept his eyes firmly on the piece of toast he was lathering in butter and jam, not wanting to deal with any of them.

"What else haven't you told us?"

"Quite a bit, though I hardly see how most of it is relevant. I haven't exactly spilled my entire life story and certainly none of you have ever seemed interested in learning it."

"That's not true-" Bofur protested but his voice died out at the look Bilbo was giving him. They sat back and tried to think of the last time any of them had really asked Bilbo about himself or Hobbits in general. Outside of a few surface questions, none of them could come up with much. Bilbo happily munched on his toast, hoping that would be the end of it. He really didn't blame the dwarves for their horrible manners at Bag End, nor their lack of interest in his personal life. He was not the one in need of aid, they were. Apparently, the dwarves did not have the same idea.

"Well, now we know you are a prince-ah sorry not a prince, but have important familial connections and that you weren't actually expecting us. We can use that to start getting to know you better." Dori said changing his sentence midway at Bilbo's look.

"Really I am not that interesting, just a simple hobbit."

"Anyone who lets thirteen dwarves and a wizard into their house without invite, then follows 'em on a quest to slay a dragon is not jus a simple hobbit," Dwalin said swallowing a mouthful of pork. "Besides! We all saw ye with that little sword as a child, ye might just have that fighting spark in ya." Dwalin laughed clapping him on the back.

"You could tell us about your parents maybe, or any other important connections you have?" Ori asked. Bilbo smiled the scribe and took his offered subject.

"That is a rather long tale…" Bilbo trailed off, hoping that would dissuade them but he was only subjected to more staring. With a sigh, Bilbo decided he might as well indulge them a bit.

"My father was a Baggins through and through. He was entirely proper and never did anything unexpected. He had a very sensible head on his shoulders and that probably contributed at least a little to him being named the head of the family after my grandfather passed."

"Does that mean you are he head of the Baggins family?" Balin cut in.

"Well yes actually, I am, though it probably doesn't carry as much weight for us as it does for dwarves." Bilbo didn't know if that was entirely true, being the head of a family was actually fairly important to hobbits, but he didn't need Balin and Thorin to go into another brooding session. Balin still looked slightly ill and Thoring groaned again but they didn't ask him anything else so Bilbo continued.

"He met my mother during one of the spring festivals and despite what everyone told him they fell madly in love. My mother, well she was a Took through and through. She went on several adventures with Gandalf in her youth, once even making it all the way to Rivendell. That was quite the scandal in the Shire, though the Tooks were quite proud of her. Anyways they fell in love and got married. My father built Bag End as a wedding present for her." That brought about a round of exclamation. Bifur said something in Khuzdul which several others replied to and the topic seemed to dissolve into each of them commenting on the craftsmanship they had seen so far in the viewing and remembered from their own time in Bag End. Bilbo sighed in relief, thinking he was off the hook for the time being.

"I musta 'pologize for how I acted when we first met," Dwalin said, pausing in his eating to look seriously at Bilbo. The hobbit had never seen Dwalin look so apologetic, the dwarf was usually entirely sure of himself in any situation.

"You have nothing to apologize for, if anyone does it's Gandalf." Bilbo tried to reassure him.

"You mention having skills with conkers, but have you really not had any training with anythin else?"

"I know I have to stab with the pointy end?" Dwalin laughed at his answer and patted him on the back once more.

"When we get back, I'll show ye a bit more than that. Sure the others'll help too."

"That's really not necessary." Bilbo tried to protest but Dwalin had already made up his mind. Groaning and the prospect of any of the dwarves trying to train him to use his letter-opener, Bilbo turned to see Thorin staring at him. He and Balin had been talking in hushed voices ever since Bilbo's story, but now Balin was talking with Ori. Bilbo didn't know what to say to the king, and he didn't say anything to him. This meal was far shorter than dinner the night before and soon the food was fading from the tables. Bilbo was glad he hadn't been subjected to any more questions or apologizes, though he was sure this wasn't the end of it.

"If you wouldn't mind settling down again so we can continue. We still have a very long way to go." The voice said and they all settled back into their seats. The screen flickered to life once more to show Bilbo sitting down at his table with a plate of fish. Dwalin let out a groan. A familiar shadow fell on the marked door, and screen-Bilbo looked up as the doorbell rings. The next instant the door swung open to reveal screen-Dwalin standing in the doorway. Screen-Bilbo looked at the bald dwarf in surprise and no small amount of shock. His robe was hanging open, which he hastened to close as screen-Dwalin introduced himself and walked in. Screen-Bilbo scrambled to be polite and reply, shaking himself out of his startled state.

"Ye not knowing is so obvious now," Dwalin said as they watched Bilbo hurriedly tie his robe. At the time Dwalin had just thought the hobbit had messed up the date or hadn't cared enough to do anything. Neither option had endeared the little creature to him, but now he wished he had known the truth so the wizard could pay right then and there. Well, he would get what was coming for him, Dwalin would make sure of it.

Screen-Bilbo tried to get a grasp on the situation, but screen-Dwalin did not make it easy replying to his questions in clipped tones as he walked around like he owned the place.

"Tha blasted wizard said," Dwalin growled in answer to screen-Bilbo's question, scowling as he watched his past actions. The screen switched to them at the small table screen-Bilbo had been sitting at only moments before. Now screen-Dwalin sat there as screen-Bilbo stood skittishly to the side watching as the dwarf at his fish dinner.

"I ate yer supper,"

"Well, you didn't know it wasn't for you."

"I don know how I missed it, ye look so uncomfortable."

"At least you complimented my food, that's probably the most polite thing anyone did all night," Bilbo reassured though his words did not have the intended effect. Balin sighed again and Dwalin just covered his face in shame of his actions. It was very hard for anyone to make him regret his actions, especially when they pertained to him just forgetting manners. Yet, seeing screen-Bilbo try so hard to be a good host while being entirely bewildered made him feel awful for his actions and previous thoughts towards him. He even gave screen-Dwalin more food when requested, all while having no idea why a person he had never met, a dwarf no less, was sitting at his table eating his meal. The ringing of the doorbell gave Dwalin a small amount of hope. He knew who came next and that his brother was no less guilty for his actions. At least once Balin appeared on screen his real-life counterpart would stop looking despairingly at Dwalin.

"I think Uncle Bilbo knows that, it's his house after all," Kili said with a cheeky grin to screen-Dwalin's comment, making Dwalin glare half-heartedly at him. Bilbo started at the word 'Uncle'. He opened his mouth to say something about it but Dwalin beat him.

"And I think ye'd better shut up," Dwalin said reaching for Kili who rolled over his brother's lap to use him as a shield.

Screen-Bilbo opened the door to reveal screen-Balin. Only slightly more prepared for this guests arrival, screen-Bilbo managed to keep up with screen-Balin's pleasantries. He faltered when screen-Balin asked if he was late, walking it as he did so.

"How could I have been so blind?" Balin moaned. Bilbo tried to smile at him but Balin wasn't paying him attention, too focused on his screen-self's bad manners. Screen-Balin walked farther into the smial, finding screen-Dwalin with his hand stuck in a jar. They laughed and mocked each other in greeting before smashing their heads to together, making screen-Bilbo jump.

"How do hobbit's greet each other?" Ori asked.

"We say hello, maybe give each other a hug or a kiss."

"Those who are close touch foreheads to show affection."

"Touching foreheads sounds fine, smashing them together sounds like I would end up with a broken skull." A few of the dwarves made a mental note of that, in case they ever decided to greet Bilbo in such a manner. Bilbo wondered how long it had been since Dwalin and Balin had seen each other before their reunion in Bag End. Realizing it may have been months if not years made a wave of sadness for what his dwarves had had to go through wash over him.

On-screen Bilbo was trying to talk to the brothers without any luck. Balin was bemoaning their terrible manners and listening skills. He was supposed to be the advisor of Kings and a diplomat and he hadn't even listened to a word their host was saying. His mother would have been so disappointed. They continue to talk as does screen-Bilbo, but neither of them pay him any attention. The company was though, half trying to make up for their own bad manners, and others just waiting for him say something biting again.

"Do Hobbits visit each other a lot?" Ori asked curiously at screen-Bilbo's comment.

"Yes, for most it rarer to have a night to yourself then it is to have company."

"And do you often have company?" Bilbo didn't answer the question. Thorin frowned at his silence, he had always assumed Bilbo had been popular back in the Shire. Especially given the rank he held, but it seemed his assumptions were wrong. It was a strange thought though, knowing how well Bilbo got along with every member of the company, even when they weren't in their best of moods.

Screen-Balin and Dwalin were rummaging through his pantry. They found moldy cheese, looking at it in disgust before they threw it out of the pantry.

"Why were you keeping moldy cheese in your pantry Uncle Bilbo?"

"It's supposed to be like that, it's blue cheese," Bilbo said, slightly bitter about the loss of such good cheese. The exchange between him and the dwarves on-screen continued, one side not bothering to listen and the other struggling to be heard. At the end of his mild rant, screen-Balin turned around to face him with a kindly smile.

[Balin:] "Hm. Apology accepted.

Balin and Dwalin covered their faces, Thorin shaking his head in shame. Turning away, screen-Balin and Dwalin started to fill up their mugs with ale as screen-Bilbo sighed. The bell rang again and Fili and Kili perked up.

"Weren't we next brother?"

"I do believe so!"

"You two were supposed to wait for everyone else." Thorin scolded, but his words did nothing to temper the brothers' excitement. As the door opened to reveal them on screen, Kili squealed, grinning like a madman. They introduced themselves in unison, screen-Kili immediately rising from his bow to greet screen-Bilbo, or rather Mr. Boggins. This time screen-Bilbo was able to shake off his confusion faster, annoyance at the situation leading him to deny them entry. He tried to keep the brothers out, but they easily pushed the door back open looking like kicked puppies at the idea of the meeting being canceled.

"Imagine how awful it would be if it had been canceled."

"We never would have met our favorite hobbit."

"I'm the only hobbit you know."

"You're still our favorite, Uncle Boggins," Kili said earning a stern look from Bilbo and a swat on the head from Balin. There were several chuckles as screen-Bilbo was tripped up by the brother's words again, screen-Fili and Kili taking the opportunity to come sauntering in.

"Sorry bout that Uncle Bilbo, we were very excited," Kili explained, even as he leaned into his brother's side as Thorin's glare heated up.

Screen-Fili began removing some of his weapons, piling them into screen-Bilbo's arms as screen-Kili looked around. He began to wipe his feet off on a box, screen-Bilbo's calm facade breaking as he tried to politely reprimand him.

"Your mother would be so disappointed in you two. She and I raised you to be princes and that is not how princes behave. Even if he had been expecting us, you two are being beyond rude."

"Oh give them a break Thorin, or do I need to remind you of how you behaved when you first entered my smial?" Thorin closed his mouth at that, sulking down in his seat. Kili and Fili gave him wide grins in response. Not just anyone could shut up Thorin Oakenshield.

All four of the dwarves in the smial came together, greeting each other with wide smiles and pats on the backs. Bilbo found Kili's obvious admiration for Dwalin endearing even if his screen-self was not happy with what the four were saying. Screen-Bilbo began to splutter at the idea of even more guests, the dwarves paying him no mind.

"Nine more!" Kili said to answer screen-Bilbo's question.

"Congratulations Kili you can do simple math." Kili pushed Fili at his comment. The doorbell rang once more and a very flustered screen-Bilbo began to make his way to the door carrying all the boys' gear.

[Bilbo:] "Oh no. No, no! There's nobody home. Go away, and bother somebody else. There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If if If this is some clotterd's idea of a joke, ha ha, I can only say, it is in very poor taste."

To be fair, none of them knew if they found screen-Bilbo's frustration endearing or terrifying. At the time they hadn't thought anything of it, but watching it now having known their burglar for so long they had a newfound appreciation for it. As the remaining dwarves, minus Thorin, come tumbling into the smial, laughter erupted at screen-Bilbo's dumbfounded expression. When Gandalf appeared in the doorway, screen-Bilbo looked entirely unimpressed only making them laugh harder.

Then they were raiding his pantry, all while screen-Bilbo tried desperately to maintain some semblance of order. But there was no order, despite his best attempts and complaints. The smial became loud as the dwarves shouted at each other and Bilbo tried to be heard over them. Screen-Bilbo ran into Bifur, staring in shock at the ax in his head.

Bifur grumbled something as he made a series of gestures in Oin's direction at his comment, Oin ignoring him entirely. The chaos continued to unfurl before them, only making the company feel worse about how they had treated their burglar during that first meeting.

"I'm sorry Bilbo," Bombur says at his past self's actions.

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

"No, he is right to apologize, as should the rest of us. We ate all your food without you even knowing why. As soon as we reach the mountain we will pay to refill your pantry." Balin said, receiving a nod from Thorin at his words.

"Really that isn't necessary, I had more food in the other pantry."

"Even still, please make a list of anything that needs replacing and we will see you are paid in compensation." Balin insisted.

"Other pantry?" Dori asked.

"Of course, you didn't really expect a house like Bag End to only have that one small pantry did you? There are two larger ones downstairs. That's not including the ale and wine cellar either."

"Three pantries? How could you possibly eat so much food? I thought you lived alone?" Bofur asked looking Bilbo up and down.

"Hobbits eat seven meals a day. We have a very high metabolism so we burn through food quickly."

"Have we been starving you this whole trip?" Thorin stared at him in horror, looking at him like he would blow away.

"It was a little hard to start but I've been picking nuts and berries as we travelled and rationing food. I've become quite proficient at it." Or he had been until they reached Mirkwood.

The scene continued on with screen-Bilbo complaining about chairs. Bofur had to stifle a laugh at just how Bilbo it was to be so fussy over furniture and maps. He wasn't the only one. As the screen focused on Gandalf, there were huffs and near growls.

"The next time I see that wizard he is going to pay."
Bifur came into the picture speaking Khuzdul along with hand gestures. Gandalf admitted they were one dwarf short, though screen-Dwalin was quick to answer his unspoken question. Screen-Dori appeared with a glass of red-wine which Gandalf downed in one sip. A small, vindictive part of Bilbo was glad the glass was so small for Gandalf.

The screen switched to the table, food flying through the air and screen-Fili walking around the numerous plates with mugs of ale in hand. Bilbo swore he heard Thorin muttering about shame being brought upon the line of Durin at his nephew's antics. A count was started and on three the dwarves began to have a drinking contest, quickly devolving into a belching contest. Ori was still very proud that he had won, but seeing how irritated screen-Bilbo was, he wasn't going to bring it up.

Screen-Bilbo was entirely fed up with the entire situation; not even noticing the joke Bofur made him walk into, though it did receive some laughter this time around. Chuckling, at screen-Bilbo's anger Gandalf tried to placate him, but screen-Bilbo was having none of it. Ori was writing furiously in his book and Bilbo got the impression it was a list of all the things he mentioned they messed up.

"We completely destroyed your house."

"You messed it up a little sure, but nothing I can't easily fix."

[Ori:] "Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?"
[Fili:] "Here you go, Ori, give it to me."

"Oops," Fili and Kili muttered, realizing exactly what was going to be shown next and anticipating their uncle's reaction would not be the same as the rest of the company's. They were right. As the dishes began being thrown around the house, Thorin turned to stare at them.

"We will be having a very long discussion about what is proper behavior when you are a guest." He bit out and they nodded quickly. The rest of the company wisely stayed silent, knowing they were no less guilty than the princes.

Screen-Bilbo tried to make the brother's stop but when he heard utensils being pounded on the table he rushed to the dining room.

[Bilbo:] "And can-can you not do that? You'll blunt them!"
[Bofur:] "Ooh, d'hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives."

Bofur's eyes remained fixed on the screen, even as he felt Thorin's glare burning into him. It had been fun at the time. Still was quite amusing to watch if he was being honest and it wasn't like they had dropped anything.

The mood in the room plummeted just as it did before as the song came to an end. Thorin's icy glare was felt by everyone. Bilbo found only he was spared from Thorin's wrath and took the opportunity to appreciate the dwarves teamwork and skills like he hadn't the first time around. It really was impressive what they had done. The song was quite catchy, even if it was all about what he hated. Gandalf's next words broke the tense atmosphere.

[Gandalf:] "He is here."

There was a collective sigh. Even though they had behaved horribly, each of them knew they had nothing on Thorin's first interaction with Bilbo.