Megan couldn't believe what was happening. One minute, Bag-end was calm and peaceful. The next thing she knew, the place was overflowing with people called dwarves. Rude fucking dwarves who ordered Bilbo about until he was scuttling around the hole, answering the door one minute, and giving the dwarves the food that they demanded of him. Not so much as a please or thank you.

Megan ground her teeth together, anger growing. This was not a fucking restaurant and hotel; this was a home. What business did these men have in barring in and taking over Bilbo's pantries? She managed to catch him in the pantry, grabbing more food for these ungrateful fuckers.

"Do you need help Bilbo?" Megan asked.

"No no," Bilbo squeaked, sounding close to hysterics. "I can manage. You get some food before they eat it all." She tried protesting more, but he shoed her away, handing her a plate of mushrooms. "GO and eat that, I shall try and find more for you. I don't want you passing out from lack of food." Megan nodded. Right, my low blood sugar, she thought, remembering Bilbo's shriek of alarm when he found her in the corner of the kitchen nearly passed out. That was during their first week living together. The poor hobbit had been scared out of his wits. It was then she told him about her low blood sugar and how she needed to eat to keep it up. Ever sense then, he had made sure she had plenty of food and that she ate every meal.

The doorbell rang yet again and Bilbo was off to answer it once more. Sighing, Megan took the huge plate of mushrooms to a quiet corner and began to eat.

"Dori at your service, Nori at your service, Ori at your service, Oin at your service, Gloin at your service," was what she heard from the front of the hobbit hole. She heard the door close behind the five newcomers, or invaders as she liked to call them. Once more, calls for food were to be heard. Megan wanted to scream with the fury that was boiling inside her. They had no right ordering Bilbo about like he was a waiter at a restaurant. If her mom was here, she would slap some sense into these dwarves. Her Mom didn't tolerate rudeness and bad manners and had taught her daughter the same. Good manners did not mean breaking into someone's home and eating them out of house and home without any explanation as to why they were there. Bilbo came up to her with more food.

"I have some ham for you, not much I am afraid," he said, handing her another plate. Just then came a loud rap rap rap on the green door. It made her jump, nearly dropping the plate of food, but the hobbit caught it and gave it to her. Fear flooded through here. Were these men come to rob the place and kidnap one of them? Her heart pounded as she did her best to take slow deep breaths.

"Don't worry," Bilbo growled, sounding angrier than she had ever heard him. "I shall put a stop to this nonsense right now. If this is more dwarves…" He trailed off, letting out a growl of frustration as he stormed towards the door. There was a cry, and the sound of people hitting the hard ground. Good, Megan thought. I hope it hurts.

She heard the sound of laughter as the dwarves got to their feet, grumbling and complaining. Oh, what do you have to grumble about, Megan thought with a scowl? It is karma coming back to bite yo ass for breaking into someone's home.

"It isn't like you Bilbo Baggins to leave friends standing on the mat, and wrenching open the door like a pop gun." Bilbo began to protest, anger in his voice but the old man spoke over him. "I would like to introduce you to Biffur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin Oakensheild."

"At your service," chorused Biffur, Bofur, and Bombur together while Thorin grumbled about falling flat on his face with Bombur on top of him until Bilbo was stammering out his apologies.

"Pray don't mention it," Thorin finally grunted. Yet again, they were ordering poor Bilbo about for more food. Even Gandalf the old man got into the act, ordering for chicken, pickles, and eggs.

Bilbo stomped off towards his kitchens while Megan forced down the last of her ham. It tasted like saw dust in her mouth. At this rate, all of Bilbo's pantries would be bare.

The hobbit came back after a while, placing food and dishes on the table. Then he went over to Megan, collapsing in a chair beside her, and handing her a slice of sweet cake he had managed to save for her. The dwarves ate an talked for a long time without so much as a thanks while Megan and Bilbo sat in the corner, waiting for it all to be over.

Once the dwarves had eaten their fill, they began to clean up to the alarm of Bilbo who Megan could hear squeaking in protest. They mere laughed at him as they sang a song about the things that he hated, such as pouring wine on all the doors and spilling milk in the pantry.

"Are the dishes all right?" Megan asked as he reappeared in their corner.

"They are perfectly spotless and put away," said Bilbo with a sigh.

The dwarf called Thorin asked for the instruments to be brought in. Bilbo gave Megan a running commentary about what was happening. There were instruments of all sorts, Viols, fiddles, flutes, clarinets, and Thorin's harp, and Bombur's drum. Megan was barely interested in the song. She found that she needed fresh air.

"Will you be all right if I go for a walk?" she asked Bilbo. "Too many people for my introverted self to handle right now."

"I shall be fine, take as long as you need to." Megan nodded, attempting to give him a smile as she headed towards the door.

She could hear the sweet sounds of music as she shut the door behind her.

The breeze that hit her face was refreshing. She stood for a minute, taking some deep breaths to calm herself.

She didn't want to leave Bilbo alone with these strange men, so she decided on a short walk. She sighed as she began to walk, taping her cane on the dirt path.

She tried to relax, but the thought of these dwarves and what they were doing in Bag-end kept her tense and unable to calm her thoughts. What if they would hurt the poor hobbit in some manner? Were they murderers, using food and song to lure him into a false sense of security? Bilbo was an innocent hobbit who didn't know the dangers of the wide world. These dwarves could be up to no good as far as Megan was concerned. Her overactive imagination began to show her images of the dwarves taking all of Bilbo's things while they tied poor Bilbo up to take him away or kill him.

No, no, no, she couldn't let that happen. Bad things usually happened when people entered homes without others leave to do so.

"Oh, hell no," Megan whispered. "Not today fuckers." With that, she rushed over to Hamfast's home. Bilbo was the one who took her into his home. He had sked the usual questions of course, he was not a stupid hobbit, but he had let her stay when other people would have turned her away due to her skin color or just plain shittiness.

Nearly panicking now, she raced up Hamfast's steps, nearly tripping down them again in her panic, and pounded on the door.

"My stars, Miss Megan, what is the matter?" Hamfast asked, opening the door.

"Bilbo, dwarves showed up at home, trouble," she gasped, shaking with fright. "Please help."

"Dwarves? Here in the shire?" asked Hamfast's Father. "Let us see about this Hamfast, take this club and see what the trouble is. We don't need no disturbers of the peace in these parts."

"Come on Miss Megan, we shall get this sorted out, don't you worry." Hamfast took her hand, and lead her back to Bag-End. Bilbo's shriek of alarm greeted them as they opened the door.

"What is the meeting of this, scarin Master Bilbo half to death?" Hamfast growled, barging through the door, and keeping Megan behind him.

"Never return, struck by lightning!" Bilbo shrieked.

"Who are you, and what business do you have disturbing this secret meeting," Thorin growled. "You have no business here."

"Pardon me sir," growled Hamfast. "I do not know who you people are and why you are disturbing Master Bilbo and Miss Megan, but we don't need no beggars, thieves, or disturbers of the peace. What do you mean by breaking and entering into a Gentle hobbit's smile?"

"Put down that club," Thorin growled. "It is no concern of yours why my men and I are here." Gandalf cleared his throat.

"These dwarves are at my invitation master Hobbit," he said.

"They are here without the Master's leave," Hamfast growled. "I ain't leavin until I find out why you all are here."