Demons

Author's Note: I apologize for the spelling errors, my spell check just completely forgets to work when I post in Swedish! It drives me up a wall! I have to post in like 8 different spell checks anyway, thus it makes me life so much more complex. Hopefully you lot enjoyed the last chapter; I'm a bit out of writing for some reason. I've been having blocks because I'm sick as hell, but I'm holding on. This chapter will contain the arrival of a few more Dwarrows. Let's also just say that Bilbo is not happy with his new additions. Not sure if they'll all arrive in this chapter, we'll see where my writing takes me! Thank you for following, commenting, bookmarking/adding to favorites (depending on the site), and just taking the time to read! I love you all! I'm almost done with the next chapter, so it shouldn't be as long between updates this time!

Chapter Two: Two by Two

When Bilbo opened the door the last thing he expected was the site that met his eyes. Oh yes he had expected two Dwarrows, he had been mentally preparing himself for another pair of burly Dwarrow men. He hadn't exactly expected to see two rather young looking males. The Dwarf on his right stood taller than the one on his left, and if Bilbo hadn't been gazing at them as intensely he likely wouldn't have sited the shorter of the two was the older. The youngest – Kili, Bilbo guessed from descriptions- had a thick mane of chocolaty brown locks. His eyes were a deep brown, and while his face held a serious expression, they sparked with a mischief and a youthfulness that Bilbo hadn't seen even in the youngest of Hobbits in the Shire.

The Dwarf on the left was almost the complete opposite then his brother. His mane was a rich and bright shade of flaxen that seemed to glow gold in the reflection of the light from his smial. His azure eyes shown with the same mischief as his brother, but they seemed to shine even brighter because of their shade.

They looked like quite the pair Bilbo could feel his dragon purring deep within his chest, for some reason or another he felt warm as he gazed upon the younglings. The one looking like he could toss a rock over his shoulder carelessly and it would hit far into the line of his majority. He wasn't exactly sure why, but looking at them made Arandur brush the surface of his Hobbit shell. He found himself whispering mentally about needing to protect this coming party, these children on this adventure.

"Fili," the flaxen haired prince said, his eyes never straying from Bilbo's face. His voice was quaint, and it held a depth of warmth that Bilbo seemed to have not received in a very long time, even despite the kindness, respect, and dare he say friendship he was shown by the Dwarrows whom had arrived only an hour or so before.

"And Kili," the chocolate haired prince held a deep voice, one that made Bilbo wonder if he got the tone from his father or his Dwarrowdam, knowing that either could be a possibility.

"At your service!" they said in unison with a deep boy. This caused Bilbo to crack a bright smile at them before replying in return. He had to chuckle again as he noticed how they looked much more relaxed and smiley when they straightened back up, they seemed to be past formality now, which made Bilbo more at ease.

"You must be Mister Boggins!" Kili stated, Bilbo had to cringe at the mutilation of his last name, but he smiled none the less before replying.

"Bilbo Baggins, må Modern skina över dig, och Fadern välsigna vårt möte!" He said with a deep bow, he chuckled softly at their confused expressions, knowing that they hadn't a clue what he said. He didn't want to mention that it was a traditional greeting in his natural tongue, so he simply smiled gently and answered the confusion with a soft, "It means at yours, Master Kili," He said as he watched the youngest Dwarf go to open his mouth.

"Are we late?!" Kili asked looking a little panicked for a moment before Bilbo patted his shoulder in a comforting manner.

"No, no Master Fili, Master Kili. You're only number seven and eight of my unexpected guests!" He said with a light tone. Careful not to upset the creatures that had him practically vibrating with paternal instincts. "Just remove you boots with the others along with your cloak, and settle your weapons with the others." He said nodding toward the line of boots on his front stoop.

The boys rushed quickly to do as ordered, though Fili, who had been rather silent for a while came back to meet him at the door. Bilbo and Fili spent a few seconds studying each other before sharing in a careful smile; he saw the cogs in the young Dwarrows mind on the fact that Bilbo had said unexpected. Obviously he, among the others, had assumed that Bilbo had been informed of their arrival.

"Gandalf apparently didn't make it before the first six master Dwarf," at the horrified twin expressions Bilbo motioned them in the door, obviously bolder with the younglings for one reason or another. "But no worries, I was in a cooking mood, I have a variety of roast meets and some stew on standby." He said with a large smile, shutting the door behind the two. "I also have a large selection of sweets for after our feast!" He said while chuckling as the two took off into the house to greet the others in the dining hall.

For the next two hours Bilbo found himself filled with morbid fascination on the eating habits of Dwarrows. He was amazed at how much they ate and drank, but he found it even more amazing on the songs they seemed to spit out on a dime. They could just look at an object and all simply know what to sing, no questions asked. Bilbo wondered if he would eventually be able to join in, and wondered if it would be something that he would be able to start.

He was pleased to see that they hadn't strayed far from the table, Kili had wondered through his smial before being summoned to a food fight by Fili who Bilbo had found was just as bad as his brother, if not worse. He had spat out mumbled curses in dragon tongue in a breath so quiet that none of the males in his home even noticed, but he hardly felt the need to neither mention nor speak it louder.

It seemed like after Fili and Kili, the Dwarrows came two by two. Each time there was a knock he went and opened it to find two more Dwarrows, he knew well that soon, almost too soon he would be seeing Gandalf, and he didn't think even the furthest of rooms could protect the Dwarrows to hear the verbal tongue lashing that he would receive from Arandur.

It had been over five hours since Bilbo had welcomed in his first grouping of Dwarrows, and even though Bilbo honestly was having a lovely time with the Dwarrows (whom as soon as it was mentioned he had no prior warning changed their tune and seemed to respect him a bit more) but he was slowly getting fed up with their manners. Dwarrows at their finest reminded Bilbo of a mass of inebriated tweens who had just suffered through their stuffing*. Their manners at best were extremely repulsive, but Bilbo often had to remind himself that their enthusiasm and lack of manners meant that they respected him and found his cooking to be that among what would be expected to serve to a king.

It was odd to think just how different Hobbits and Dwarrows really were, though he didn't have much time to think about it as it seemed the second he sat down a knock would sound again. Two pairs of brothers pop in since Fili and Kili had stationed themselves as his body guards, snapping orders in a pleasant manner to the Dwarrows who began to join them member by member.

Oin and Gloin had come about an hour and a half after the princes had entered his home. Bilbo had found out quickly that Oin was extremely hard of hearing, and the second you asked Gloin about family or relations he instantly went on a rant about his perfect family back home. This pair was followed by Dwalin (an extremely rough looking Dwarrow) and Balin, who seemed to make up for his brother's image by appearing homely and extremely wise. Dwalin was a man of very few words, but his silence somehow seemed to keep everyone in line.

Conversations moved smoothly the higher the moon rose into the sky. Bilbo wasn't pleased to have become the butt of some of the jokes that the Dwarrows had found entertaining, and he had been simmering quietly trying not to think about it, at least until he had heard a loud smash of china. He suddenly found himself unable to hold back his anger.

"What was that?!" he ground out, practically spitting in anger. He rounded the corner to find a very guilty looking Fili before his eyes trailed down to see what had actually happened. The second he saw what had happened he felt his throat tighten.

In a pile of at least 80 pieces lay Belladonna Tooks favorite tea cup. The one tea cup that Bilbo Baggins kept hidden away for protection, one of the last things he had of his mother. He could practically see her standing in Fili's exact place, large smile brightening up her ageless face, round with his future sibling. He remembered that day like it was yesterday, he remembered his mother's pride and happiness about finally being able to start her large family after an illness had almost taken it from her. He remembered that day being one of the last truly happy days of this life. He remembered that not even a month later she miscarried what would have been his sister. Lillian Baggins never existed, but to Belladonna she had always been real, Bilbo watched his mother start to fade as miscarriage after miscarriage took all joy from his mother.

Bilbo didn't know how long he had stared at the once specially crafted blown glass and clay cup, nor when the single tear had fallen down his cheek, but he did know when the burn of anger overwhelmed him. He could pinpoint the exact second when his warm hazel eyes turned to an unnatural feline shape and a terrifying shade of gold, so pure it looked almost yellow. He felt his lip curl into a threatening snarl his canine teeth elongating into an unnatural length. He also knew damn sure when he almost found himself lunging for Fili's throat. Somehow he was able to stare long enough to only give the creature a disappointed look, eyes practically bearing into his soul. The unmistakable expression of, "how could you" written plainly on Bilbo's face.

"I need air. Touch anything while I'm gone and I can promise you a very painful death, prince or not." He growled out. Somehow he was able to brush past the Dwarrow without even reaching out to hurt him, only shaking his head.

He was suddenly far too hot; he could practically taste the flames he knew he wanted to burst out. His body was too small to contain just how angry he was. None of the Dwarrows tried to stop him as he practically ripped the door off of its hinges. He knew he was panting, afraid that the anger would get the best of him, despite his age something about this life had allowed himself to grow attached to Bella, and it was horrible to think that one of his only links to a happy Bella was gone.

So distracted by the situation he was attempting to recover from he hadn't noticed the fist that had been raised to knock on the door as he stepped out the same second someone was attempting to step up and to their hope and knowledge in.

TBC

Translations by Bing Translate (I apologize if the translations are bad; I just use what I get my hands on!)br /

Må Modern skina över dig, och Fadern välsigna vårt möte! - May the mother shine on you, and the father bless our meeting!br /

Stuffing – A Hobbit celebration that I created. It is a type of inanition into a Hobbit's free years before they become an adult. The celebration is when a Hobbit is legally allowed to consume alcohol for the first time and is typically "stuffed" full of it. Pretty much it is ceremony where all of Hobbiton watches a Tween get shitfaced for the first time after spending hours stuffing them with booze. Obviously it wouldn't be a pretty thing to see the morning after, or even simply after they finally stopped drinking.