Chapter Summary: Dwarves arrive at the Shire. how will Bilbo react?

P/N: Sorry everyone. This is just part one of chapter 4 since I have encountered a huge wall in my writing.

Bilbo's nerves didn't calm down at all as their day went on. He was on the edge after what had happened that morning and to be honest he didn't even know what he was expecting. He worried if Gandalf had recognized Kili and what would happen now. Inwardly he was having a debate with himself about what had happened. His Tookish side had been pushing him to lock the doors and windows, pull down the blinds and turn out the lights. His Baggins side, however, was scolding him about being selfish. After all, there is still a lot about Kili that they do not know and perhaps Gandalf could shed some light...well...could have...

Bilbo sighed. It was too late for that now. Gandalf had already left and if he knew anything about Kili, the information that he had already disappeared with him.

"Father, are you just going to sigh at the fish all night?" Kili asked from beside him. "You've been holding the lemon slice over it for a while now," he added.

He had? Well that was a surprise. He didn't even know he had started with the lemon slice.

"Don't mind me, Kili, I was just thinking."

"About what?"

Before Bilbo had the chance to answer there was a knock on the door.

"Who could that be?" Kili wondered before moving to get up but before he got off his chair, Bilbo stopped him.

"Stay here," Bilbo said carefully before getting up and walked over to the door. He took a breath before reaching for the doorknob, fully aware that Kili was watching him from the kitchen doorway. Slowly, he opened the door.

"Yes, how may I-?" And he suddenly shut the door. "Kili, take your dinner and go to your room."

"Wait. What-"

"NOW, Kili," Bilbo said sternly, leaving no room for argument.

Kili looked at him with a confused expression but followed nonetheless. Taking his plate and his mug, Kili got up and walked to his bedroom, giving Bilbo an inquisitive expression before pushing the door open and closed with his foot.

Once he was sure that Kili was in his room -with his Baggins side berating him all the way- he opened the door. "Sorry about that. This door has some problems," he said as a poor explanation. "Can I help you?" He then took the moment to stare at the Dwarf that was on his doorstep. He assessed him carefully. Full beard and bald head, Bilbo instantly visualized Kili looking like that but miserably failed.

"Dwalin. At your service," the dwarf said with a bow after eying Bilbo suspiciously.

"Bilbo Baggins, at yours," Bilbo said awkwardly as he bowed as well. What in the world was going on?

"Are the others here yet?" Dwalin asked.

"Others?" Bilbo asked in confusion, following Dwalin into the kitchen and watched in slight mortification as the dwarf proceeded to sit in front of his untouched food. He wanted to yell at Dwalin and tell him that he wasn't expecting anyone but the thought of Kili coming out to check on him if he did that weighed down in his mind and he settled with forlornly watching Dwalin finish off his meal.

Another knock on the door was heard moments later and Bilbo got up again, inwardly groaning and dreading who it would be this time. Opening the door, he was given a familiar greeting.

"Balin, at your service," an elderly dwarf said before coming in. Before Bilbo could ask anything, the dwarf named Balin spotted Dwalin and walked over to him. Bilbo could only watch in amazement as the two greeted each other with a headbutt.

'This can't be happening...'

Bilbo wished it was all a dream as he walked off and followed the two into his pantry as they proceeded to criticize his food. He listened until he got frustrated and started ranting on his own about the manners that should be shown when people arrive in a home that clearly didn't expect them.

He was cut off however, when he heard the door open.

His Tookish side rolled up it's sleeves, now who in the world would have the gall to just open a door to a home he wasn't invited into. Honestly, what was it with dwarfs and their lack of manners? At least he had taught Kili the finer points of- of...

Oh no.

He watched in horror as Kili stood in front of the door he had just opened, staring at the newcomer. The newcomer -a blond dwarf- stared back at Kili and looked as if he saw a ghost.

"F-fili..." the dwarf introduced, looking quite shaken. "At your ser-"

At this, Bilbo rushed forward without warning and grabbed Kili by the arm. "Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?"

"Yes, but Father he-"

"I'll take care of our guests. You go to your room," Bilbo told him in a firm tone.

Kili glanced back at the blond that was staring at him before carefully nodding and headed to his room.

"Yes, Master Dwarf?" Bilbo asked, slightly out of breath.

The blond dwarf stared at him for a while and opened his mouth to speak when Dwalin had interrupted.

"FILI!" the older dwarf called out happily.

At this, Fili smiled. "Master Dwalin!"

Bilbo could sigh in relief as he watched Fili walk off to join the other two. That was too close for comfort. His Tookish side was now telling him to throw all the dwarves out while his Baggins side continued to scold him since there was undeniable connection between Fili and Kili...especially in their names.

Before Bilbo could continue in his little inner conflict as his two sides started rounding on one another, there was another knock on the door.
Kili leaned on the door. This was all getting too strange for him. Just this afternoon when he had come from the market area, he had seen the most strangest man that had ever arrived in Hobbiton ever since he could ever remember.

And to top it all off, his father had been acting very very strange. First he had been dragged inside and now he was being sent to his room.

Well, he'd understand the latter since there WAS a barrage of dwarves suddenly arriving in their small home. Then again, that on it's own struck something in Kili that told him to get out of his room and investigate. It couldn't hurt, right? After all, he was in his little room in their humble house. And with everything going on outside, he highly doubted that his father would miss him or see him there. What could possibly go wrong?

And with that he went on outside. The first thing he realized was the fact that there was more people there compared to when he was first shunned away in his room. Well, that was interesting.

Another thing he had noticed was that there was a song going on in the kitchen. It was a cheery song...something about the things his father hates and oh there are a LOT of those, he could get a say in things. Before he could reach the kitchen, however, the song ended and there was silence as a knock on the door was heard. Thinking nothing of it, he walked over and opened the door.

"Good Evening," he greeted before actually seeing who was there. On the other side of the door was a gruff looking dwarf that looked like he had hair all over the place. Kili felt a shudder of dread roll down his back as they made eye contact.

"Y-yes?" he asked but before the other could answer, Bilbo came barreling in, pushing Kili away.

"To your room!"

"B-but I-"

"I said: TO YOUR ROOM!"

Kili has never really heard his father this angry ever since that time he was attacked by a wild wolf a few years ago. Keeping his mouth shut, he shuffled off back to his room, closing the door behind him.