As Thorin was returning from the forge with his nephews an unexpected feeling o dread swept through all three dwarfs. He slowed down and looked at the brothers who returned his glance with the same trepidation. Silently the man of Durin line fastened their pace.
Stopping in front of the familiar green door, the trio heard pearls of laughter coming from beyond the wood. The dread in their bellies spread.
Opening the door tentatively Thorin ushered in the brothers, as they all followed the sounds of muted voices into the kitchen. The sight that greeted them put a few more gray hairs into Thorin's mane, and made Fili stutter for the rest of the day.
There, sitting behind the large wooden table that all the Durins helped carve, was Bilbo Baggins, the "Auntie" of the house and Dis, the mother of Fili and Kili, and sister to Thorin Oakenshield. Both had cups of tea in front of each other, and a plate of cheese scones sat demolished between the two, along with a pitcher of cream and a jar of jam.
The hobbit and dwarfes were laughing at something or other, Dis covering her mouth in order to prevent spilling the lovely tea, and Bilbo clutching his stomach in attempts to stop the snickering.
Eyes opened in horror, the three men backed away slowly, as they silently closed the door to Bag End, and simultaneously turned their feet back towards the forge.
"I think that sword needs a bit more work…"
"I still need more copper wire for my inlay"
"My tools need sharpening…"
