Lobelia Sackville-Baggins was minding her own business, as any proper respectable hobbit should.

And considered it very much her business when a group of what seemed to be dwarves passed right in front of her rather modest smial. And if her eyes didn't betray her, which they didn't, they were being led by a short hobbit lass.

They were being led by Billa Baggins.

The one who had enough gall to deny them the rights to Bagend.

They were Bagginses, it belonged to them, not some gardener.

So, she did what anyone else would have done, she grabbed her umbrella and marched out the door.

And the group stopped when they saw her, as they should have.

"Billa Baggins, is that you?"

The hobbit in front of her had a look of what was obviously false cheer, she also had the rather large hand of a stern looking dwarf on her shoulder.

"Yes, Lobelia, it is. I hope you don't mind terribly, but we are rather tired from travel. Erebor is quite a ways away, you see. We're on our way to meet with my grandfather, and will figure out our arrangements from there. Afterwards, I'm afraid we'll be busy with wedding plans. It's all a bit of a rush, as I'm sure you know. We can meet for tea some time during my stay, if you wish. But really, we must be going. Good morning!"

Before she knew what she was doing, she was walking out of the way as the group marched forward. They had gathered a bit of a crowd, surely she would have support in this.

She ran after them, holding her umbrella out in front of her like a sword.

"Billa Baggins! If you think for one moment that I am finished with you, you are wrong! You left, and then came back, and then you left again! Without a word to anyone! And I find out that you didn't leave us Bagend, not even your silver! I've been worried for you, cousin dear."

The group had continued walking, but had paused about halfway through her little tirade. Though, at what appeared to be Billa's urging, they kept on walking.

And walking.

Away from her.

How dare they.

"Do you know who I am, Billa Baggins? I am your last remaining cousin on your father's side of the family! You are a Baggins, as am I! And you wonder why people deem you unrespectable, not even stopping to talk with her relatives!"

The group had stopped once more, and turned towards her. Billa raised a hand, and the dwarves seemingly as one removed their hands until they once more rested at their sides.

She didn't know what they were doing, but if she didn't know better, she'd say they were reaching for their weapon.

"Lobelia, I am perfectly aware of who you are. But I am afraid that I really wouldn't be good company at the moment, I'm tired, and hardly decent. My hair isn't even brushed! Also, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I do advise to you to be careful with your words. You see, dwarves operate by different laws, and your opening statement, or rather who you're addressing it to, could result in some not-so-good things."

"What do you mean, who I am addressing. I am addressing my cousin, and her group of ruffians! How could that possibly break any sort of rules that they dare call laws."

Billa had started to speak again, but the tallest dwarf of the group had stepped forward, and rested a hand on the shoulder that was not already occupied. He was rather gruff looking, carried two axes on his back.

Frankly, he was a tad terrifying.

Billa nodded, though there was a slight hint of hesitance in her eyes.

"Lady, I don't know who you are, except that you keep referring to yourself as my queen's cousin. And I can't say that I know much about hobbit laws, either, but I happen to be the captain of the guard for my own people, so I know our laws quite well. And while your statement isn't really offensive were you addressing the common dwarf, I am afraid that none of the dwarves in this group can truly be considered 'common."

"Queen? What do you mean you can't be considered common? You certainly look it!"

"Well, I suppose she's not our queen at the moment. But I do have a preference for referring to her as such, as does my dear shield brother. And if you were listening to our dear hobbit, you would have noticed that she said we're tired from travel. I'm afraid that means we're not looking our best."

The dwarf soon stepped back, and looked towards Billa. She in turn glanced up towards the dark haired dwarf that was still holding her shoulder, and he turned until he was facing Lobelia.

"Now, if you'll excuse us."

And once more, they continued walking, ignoring her protests as she followed them down the road.

She looked out to the hobbits surrounding them, and received very little support. Mind you, they didn't offer much to the dwarves either, but they should support her. Because she was right.

As she always was.

It's just that people very often didn't like to see that.

Why, she did not know.