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Recap: "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!

Securing my grip on the cupboard I see Balin chuckling to himself: bloody dwarf set me up! Turning my head slightly to the left to look at the dwarf who was standing quite close to me while his arms were nearly encasing me, holding back the redness in my cheeks I look up and see chocolate brown hair surrounding a cheeky looking face with longish stubble on his cheeks and chin, looking up further I see his mischievous eyes were locked on my face. I can suddenly feel a slight pulling sensation from my chest towards this dwarf, quickly ridding my head of the absurd feeling I flick my eyes back up to looking into his.

"I do not believe we have ever met Miss … ? Are you Bilbo's wife?" His husky voice nearly made my eyes shut of their own accord, mentally slapping myself I scold my body and brain for goodness sake the dwarf has barely had a conversation with me and my body was all for jumping his bones. Hearing his last comment I could not help but laugh.

"Miss Marcy Fiore" I tell him, seeing his bemused face I hold back a smile, "that's my name." He nodded while his eyebrows pulled together almost in confusion, what could possibly confuse him, maybe it's because I haven't explained I am not Bilbo's wife? "And no, I'm not Bilbo's wife just a guest staying with him." His eyebrows still furrow though he sends me a small smile. Noticing his hands and arms have basically taken all the weight of the cupboard I loosen the strain on my own trying to hold it up.

"Well I assume you both have this cupboard under control so I'm going to go help Dwalin with whatever he is doing." I stutter the last bit of my sentence when I feel the dwarf behind me move closer making my stomach have butterflies for some bizarre reason and that pulling sensation was back, quickly ducking under his arm I make my escape to the left of him and try to walk calmly into the dining room.

"Ah there you are Lass, come on I need your help shifting this." Hearing Dwalin's booming voice sends me a wave of calmness at least I don't feel any pulling sensation with him … maybe I ate something bad? Seeing him next to a bench I rush over and help him move it to the one side of the huge table. Turning around I nearly bump into another dwarf, however this one had golden hair and he had two dangly pieces of beard on either side of his smiling lips. He looked similar to the other dwarf who I bumped into.

"Marcy Fiore, at your service." I stamper out quickly when Dwalin coughs, obviously I am really not used to dwarvish custom yet. The blonde dwarf bowed low the ground and took my hand in his and quickly kissed it.

"Fili at yours my lady." His voice though husky it wasn't the same as the other dwarf's. Smiling at him I pull my hand out of his gloved one, turning around to see if I could help any more I walk straight into a chest, looking up I see those coffee-like twinkling eyes staring down at me while an amused grin was tugging at his lips, quickly stepping back I nearly trip over my own feet.

"I-I I'm so sorry!" Was it possible to die from blushing too hard? Perhaps I would be the first one to die from blushing. Embarrassed I go to quickly walk around him but his hand grabbed mine softly, feeling a slow burn raise from my fingers up my arm I look at him confused, he hurriedly bowed over my hand and kissed it gently, sending shooting sparks up my arm, looking up at me again as he stood.

"Miss Marcy, I didn't get a chance to say earlier but I am Kili" his voice sent tremors through my body again. Gulping slightly I nod at him, trying not to notice how his eyes linger on me. Hearing the doorbell ring again I look to the doorway, hearing Bilbo's angry comments to himself I grin, poor Hobbit he is going to go permanently grey if he keeps stressing out. Looking back at Kili, who is still staring at me which is starting to creep me out, I gently pull my hand from his. Feeling slightly cold now his hand was not in mine I push down those feelings.

"I better go check on Bilbo and make sure he's not killed anyone at the door." I explain as I start to walk towards to doorway.

"Yes we wouldn't want that would we." Amused I shake my head at him while walking towards the door.

"Bilbo? Are you okay?" I ask seeing him standing shocked still, worried I hurry forward until I see a big group of dwarves all on the ground trying to squirm their way back onto their feet, laughing slightly I pull the first dwarf up that I can see, a young one with brown hair and slightly hair on his face, bowing slightly he hurriedly pulls up the others. Hearing a familiar chuckle I see Gandalf stood behind them all with an amused twinkle in his eye.

"Gandalf!" I grin while running around the group of dwarves and quickly hug the wizard, his resounding chuckles made my grin grow as his huge arms encase me in a returning hug. I know it may seem a little weird but having the wizard around at least makes me think this is not a dream and that I am going mad.

"Marcy, I hope you haven't traumatised Bilbo too much in my absence." His gentle voice made some of the dwarves turn and give me a strange look.

"Oh no Gandalf, though I think a few of the er other guests make have made Bilbo's hair slightly grey though." I reply while helping him in through the door. Seeing all the dwarves stood and looking at me and the wizard I take a slight step into Gandalf's cloak, Gandalf did warn me that certain dwarves were not overly found of strangers and I do not really want to try my luck at the moment.

"Ah my friends let me introduce Miss Marcy Fiore, she is a good friend of mine and I hope you all treat her with respect. Marcy, this is …" Gandalf then raised his hand and pointed at all the dwarves "Ori, Dori, Nori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombour, Oin and Gloin, I assume you have met the others who came earlier?" Looking up at the wizard I nod slightly dazed, that's a lot of names to try and keep in my head. Smiling at the dwarves I see the one who I helped up – Ori I think – walk forwards and bow slightly.

"Ori at your service." And then it became a war ground on who else could get to introduce themselves to me. Laughing in the end I curtsied to them all.

"Marcy at yours as well" I grin at Ori who had stayed beside me and had introduced his brothers Dori and Nori, looking at their exaggerated hairstyles I could help but grin, I really needed to do something with my own hair instead of letting it hang down my shoulders and back.

"I think our friends are quite hungry Marcy, you wouldn't mind helping them get some food would you my dear, I fear Master Baggin's might be a little more hostile." Gandalf asked looking down at me, nodding I turn to the pantry and quickly scurry there before any of the dwarves could claim the food. Thinking fast on my feet I grab everything I would need for a meat and vegetable stew, quickly rushing to the kitchen I grab Bilbo's biggest pot and start the oven thing, thankfully I had been watching Bilbo do it earlier, also helps I was in Scouts and learnt how to make a fire also. Starting on the stew I boil the water and cook the meat as I cut the vegetables, I always used to help Mom cook when I was younger, I used to sit on the counter and help her cut the vegetables or watch as she showed me how to make certain food taste even better with the right herbs.

Thinking of her I wonder what she would think of me now, in this kitchen with twelve dwarves in the room next to this one, the guest of a Hobbit and helping a Wizard with an unknown quest. I hope she would be happy and proud of me, she always did say I belonged in a fantasy land, living a normal life was to boring for me. I guess she was right.

My thoughts were interrupted when I hear Bilbo telling the dwarves off:" Those are my plates! Excuse me! Not my wine. Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam please … excuse me!" A pause and then he carried on with a more confused tone, quickly glancing out of the kitchen I see Bombour carrying four cheese rolls, laughing I shake my head, these dwarves were certainly interesting. "Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?" Grinning I stir the stew, seasoning it with some basil, pepper and salt I let it simmer for a while.

"Cheese knife? He eats it by the block." Yes I certainly think these dwarves are going to be very interesting. Seeing Dori come in and search through the cupboards, confused I carry on stirring the stew watching him from the corner of my eye, he pulls out a teapot and some cups with an triumphant grin.

"Would you like me to boil you some tea Mister Dori?" I ask, he nods and hands me the teapot as he sorts out a tray.

"Thank you my dear, chamomile would be perfect." Nodding I search the cupboards until I find some and quickly put it in the kettle thing and let the water boil, feeling eyes on me I look back and see Dori looking at me.

"Are you okay Mister Dori?" He smiles and nods.

"Not used to seeing a woman dwarf, usually they are hidden in caves by their families or husbands." Laughing at his explanation I take the kettle off and pour the tea into the teapot.

"Well I have no family nor husband to hide me away, and I feel I would be quite bored being hidden away so perhaps that's a mercy on my non-existent husband." I tease him as I place the teapot on the tray he found.

"You have no family? At all?" He asks his hands stop fiddling with the cups.

"None, haven't for a long time but it's fine do not worry!" I smile at him as he gives my hand a soft squeeze. I watch as he leaves the kitchen towards Gandalf … hmm definitely going to be interesting. Feeling another gaze on me I look to the left of Gandalf and see Kili staring at me while carrying a wooden barrel with his brother, blushing I quickly flee back to the pot on the stove and stir again, least I could blame the blush on the heat from the oven if anyone asks. Hearing footsteps coming into the kitchen I see Bofur and Bifur walk through.

"Sorry to bother you lass but we smelt something fantastic." Bofur's strong accent reminded me of my uncle from home; he had a slight Irish accent. Beaming at both of them I motion them closer.

"Well the stew is for all of you however I don't have the muscles to carry that all the way to the dining room I don't suppose you could help me?" I ask while grabbing two dish cloths to hold the handles of the pot. Both Bifur and Bofur grabbed the cloths before I could do anything.

"Now don't you worry your pretty head off about carrying this, we'll do it." Bifur signed something to Bofur in which Bofur rolled his eyes, seeing my confusion he grinned. "My cousin said I should have offered straight away."

Amused I turn to Bifur, "not everyone can be as thoughtful as you Mister Bifur, thank you though!" His small smile made Bofur look at him strangely as they both carried the pot into the dining room, grabbing as many bowls and spoons as I could I hurried after them and set the bowls on the now crowded table. I don't think I have ever seen so much food! Feeling a gentle hand on my arm I see Balin smiling at me.

"Come sit by me lassie, I think it'll be safer than you getting squished by one of these brutes." His calm voice stated, nodding in agreement I quickly sit between him and Nori, seeing the starfish haired dwarf I see him flash me a good-natured grin, returning it I help myself to the food and soon have a small pile on my plate. Digging in as well-mannered as I can while there is food flying everywhere I can't help but laugh along with everyone else when Dwalin pours ale into Oin's hearing trumpet and Oin blows all the ale out. Feeling one set of eyes on me every now and then I try to ignore the heat where I can feel the stare from the brown haired dwarf sat opposite me.

Fili walks down the table with his hands full of ales while he kicks food out of the way by accident, chuckling I quickly grab one out of his hands before he drops it, sending me a thankful grin he carries on and gives the other dwarves one each.

Hearing someone shout "On the count of three" I see each dwarf raise their ale to their lips, oh it is so on. Seeing Balin's unsure gaze at me I give him a cheeky wink as I raise my tankard to my lips. "One! … Two! … THREE!" I don't think I have ever heard the dwarves be so quiet as I quickly drink my tankard of ale as fast as I can, thumping it down on the table when I finish I see Dwalin and Bombour are the only ones finished. Seeing their shocked looks I can't help but smugly grin at them both. When the last dwarf finishes their drink everyone begins a burping competition, Balin smirks at me as I shake my head. I may be able to drink like a man … er male dwarf, but I draw the line at burping competitions,

Finally all the dwarves finish eating, I don't think ive ever seen so much food consumed at one sitting, I think I am going to like being a dwarf. Standing up I grab a few empty plates and take them to the kitchen and start filling up the sink with hot water.

"I don't want to get used to them. The state of my kitchen! There's mud trod into the carpet, they've pillaged the pantry! I'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom; they've all but destroyed the plumbing. I don't understand what they're doing in my house." Bilbo's voice rang out as he walked through the kitchen into the hallway with Gandalf trailing after him. Sighing slightly I see what Bilbo means, everywhere in the Hobbit hole is now dirty, especially the floors. Biting my lip worriedly I walk into the hallway ready to apologise to Bilbo when a plate wizzes straight past my head, feeling a soft hand, which made fire race into my veins, on mine it quickly pulled me to the side of the hallway out of the danger zone, Looking up I see Kili's cheeky grin.

"Careful, wouldn't want you knocked out by a stray plate now would we." He smirks as he and his brother, I learnt that at dinner, start throwing and kicking plates, tankards, mugs and cutlery around the Hobbit hole and into the kitchen where Bifur caught them all, he and the other dwarves helped clean them all and pile them up neatly. Knowing nothing was going to get broken I joined in the last bit of their song:

"Pound them up with a thumping pole
When you've finished, if any are whole
Send them down the hall to roll
That's what Bilbo Baggin's hates!"

Giggling I follow Kili back into the dining room with all the other dwarves and see Bilbo's shoulders slump when he realises the dwarves hadn't done any of the things they had sung about. Smiling I softly squeeze his arm.

"Breath Bilbo, everything will be fine!" I whisper to him as he looks annoyed at all the dwarves. He starts to relax before the doorbell rang once more, silencing all the dwarves. Me and Bilbo shared a worried glance as we hear Gandalf state:

"He is here."

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