HELLO DAHRLINGS :) Did you like chapter one? Did ya? Huh? Huh? :P Please review and message me, I fill will joy when you do! SO sorry it's taken this long to write this chapter I've had some bad news at home and had lost any motivation to write or do anything which sucks because I love writing! Any way enough about me as I'm quite boring compared to the Hobbit :) BUTBUTBUT I need your help!

DOES KILI FALL HEADS OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH HER

Or

NOT REALLY LIKE HER AT THE START BUT WARMS UP TO HER?

Me and Bilbo chuckle our way into the evening where he showed me maps of the surrounding areas as well as filling me full of cake and tea till I thought I had gained over 100 pounds. Bless Bilbo's heart he then made me supper including a fish and some potatoes, drooling over the plate I blush when I hear Bilbo laugh.

"Sorry Bilbo but you cook such excellent food it would be difficult not to drool." I stutter around my embarrassment. He shakes his head as he places his plate down on the table.

"If you were not a Dwarf Marcy I would bet any gold that you were a Hobbit." I giggled as he squirted lemon over his fish.

"Now I will take that as a compliment!" I smile at the Hobbit while passing him a napkin as I lay mine on my thighs, picking up my knife I go to stab the fish when Bilbo's doorbell rang, looking up at him in confusion he shrugs his shoulder while standing up. Hiding an excited smile I walk behind the nervous Hobbit, I will soon know what an actual Dwarf will look like! Opening the door we find a tall, bald, Dwarf on the door step looking out to the horizon. Bilbo hid a squeak of fear but I fear the Dwarf might have heard him considering he turned round and glared at us both.

Now I'm not one to judge but I thought Dwarves were meant to be small? So why is this one towering over both me and Bilbo? Glancing at his attire I can't help but stand back slightly in worry, this one was covered in weapons not to mention the knuckle dusters on his hands or the mean looking tattoo's over his head – who on earth gets tattoo's on their head?! I think what frightened me the most was the glare he was giving Bilbo, never had I seen such distrust in someone's gaze before without knowing the person. However instead of killing us both he surprises us by bowing.

"Dwalin, at your service." His deep baritone voice seems to drum out of him. Hearing Bilbo squeak again I nudge him in the back trying to bring him back to his senses. Thankfully my sharp nudge seems to have done the trick as he stands taller and ties his robe tighter around his rotund belly.

"Bilbo Baggins, at yours." He replies, trying a gentle smile I bow slightly at the Dwarf whose eyes meet mine in a hardened gaze.

"Marcy Fiore at yours also Mister Dwalin." I try not to squeak like a coward, hopefully it seems to have done the job as his eyes soften slightly and he gives me a slight upturn of his mouth which I can only assume is a smile to him.

"As I am at your service lass." And then he walks in completely uninvited.

"D-do we know each other?" Stuttering Bilbo follows his movements while toying with his fingers. Holding in a huff I roll my eyes, walking into the kitchen I stare longingly at the fish but put both of them on a plate, I could only guess with how hungry I was that the male Dwarf, Dwalin, must be famished. Placing some rolls on the table but saving Bilbo two I turn around when I see Dwalin stalk in through the door way, smiling I motion to the food.

"Would you like some ale Mister Dwalin?" I ask while grabbing a pint mug thing to fill for him.

"Aye lass that would be good, but no Mister business however it is just Dwalin." His deep voice makes me feel slightly comforted, nodding I smile more broadly at him and go to fetch him some ale from inside Bilbo's pantry.

When I return and give it him I also give Bilbo the two rolls I had saved and let him eat that as I study the Dwarf in front of me, seeing him eat the head of the fish made my stomach roll, quickly standing I go to the hallway where Bilbo's doorbell is ringing again.

"It's okay Bilbo, I've got it." Smirking when I hear him grunt I open the door to another Dwarf, this one however looks much friendlier … kind of like a short Santa Claus. Grinning at his forked white beard and happy little grin I curtsy in the purple dress that I had borrowed off Bilbo's cousin as the Dwarf bows.

"Balin, at your service my lady." Holding in a giggle as his beard brushes the ground I step back to allow him through the door. "You must be the lovely Miss Marcy Fiore that Gandalf was telling me about." Blushing slightly I nod while tucking a curl behind my ear.

"You are too kind Mister Balin, Bilbo and a Dwarf named Dwalin are just through there if you would like to see them, can I get you anything?" I ask, hey my Mother brought me up to be a good hostess, especially when the original host seems to be having a hard time using his words. Before he could answer me he let out a slight laughter and exclamation which made me jump.

He waltzed into Bilbo's living room while catching Dwalin with his hand literally stuck in Bilbo's cookie jar, silently laughing I go and stand next to Bilbo as the two Dwarves manage to insult each other and bang their heads ferociously against each other's. Oh dear please tell me I don't ever have to do that!

"Uh, excuse me; sorry, I hate to interrupt, ah, but the thing is, I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house." Bilbo stutters but it doesn't seem to effect the two dwarves as they totally ignore him and walk into his pantry, I'm sure I heard Dwalin ask if Balin had eaten. Looking worriedly at the Hobbit beside me I see he was no longer there, startled I quickly scampered after him to the pantry.

"It's not that I don't like visitors; I-I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit, but I do like to know them before they come visiting.' Looking down I shamefully shuffle my feet thinking how me and Gandalf had basically pressured Bilbo into letting me stay with him. Feeling a soft hand on my arm I look and see softness in those hazel eyes of Bilbo's. "Now don't you think I believe that of you Miss Marcy, you aren't throwing my blue cheese around my Hobbit Hole and you are quite a lovely guest so do not worry." Blushing at his soft tone I nod and squeeze his hand gently.

"Thank you Bilbo!" Smiling at him the moment was broken when the doorbell rang, seeing a determined look on his face I quickly stepped out of the way and watch the Hobbit storm towards the door. Hearing his disappointed squeak I assume another Dwarf is at his door, chuckling I turn back to the pantry and see the two Dwarves smiling at me, or well Balin smiling and Dwalin more smirking than anything. Why do I feel like I am in trouble?

"Well now young Miss won't you escort me into the dining room." Amused I offer my arm to the elderly Dwarf and lead them both to Bilbo's dining room, hearing voices from the front door I can't help my curiosity. Seeing my distracted gaze towards the door I see Balin and Dwalin give each other a knowing look, Balin pulls me to the side by my arm so I was out of the door way. "All in good time Lass." Feeling a blush spread up my cheeks to my ears at being caught, I send him an unsure smile when I catch the mischievous glint in his eye, I have a feeling Balin was up to something. Hearing a scraping noise and Bilbo's high pitched voice made me turn to Dwalin.

"Dwalin, I don't suppose you could go save Bilbo from being attacked by whoever is out there." I ask, seeing his smirk and nod I sigh with relief at least Bilbo will be saved from being mauled by whoever has come in. "So what is it that you need help with Mister Balin?" I turn back to the elderly dwarf who is staring around the room.

"Well my dear we need to fit a lot of dwarves in this room so we need to move some of those cupboards." Looking at the sturdy cupboards I nod and together me and him pick one up together and start to move it into a spare room, of course I had to walk backwards so Balin was leading and telling me where to go so I didn't expect to walk into something, let alone a person! Whipping my head around I nearly drop the cupboard until a pair of strong arms came around me and grabbed the cupboard looking over my shoulder I see a pair of twinkling brown eyes staring right back into mine, blushing I gave him an unsure smile.

"Careful, we don't want to be breaking Mister Boggin's things now." This dwarfs sweet voice made my blush spread across my whole face and neck, oh please don't let me drop this cupboard now!

Sorry it's so short but I need your help! SHOULD Kili and Marcy have an instant connection or not? As soon as I can figure this out the next chapter can be written :P LOVE YOU ALL!