Like Balin and Dwalin, Clill placed some food on a plate, helping herself. It was only common courtesy. Bilbo was their host and she and Balin had gone for nearly two days with no food. The doorbell rang, calling Bilbo away to answer.

"Clill!" she heard a voice yell.

She turned toward the door, smiling when she saw two familiar face.

"Fili! Kili!"

Clill got up, wrapping his arms around her nephews, hugging them.

"Have you eaten?" she asked. "There's plenty of food for all of us."

""Fili, Kili", Dwalin acknowledged as he prepared to move furniture. "Come on, give us a hand."

"Mr. Dwalin", Kili smiled as he rushed to help.

"Let's shove this in the hallway", Balin said moving more furniture. "Otherwise we'll never get everyone in."

Clill looked back at Bilbo who had his hands full with Kili and Fili's weapons. He looked at everyone almost speechless and highly confused.

"Everyone?" he asked. "How many more are there?"

"Dwalin, Balin, Fili, Kili…" Clill mumbled as she tried to count. "At least 14, not including myself."

The doorbell rang again. Clill couldn't help but watched amused as Bilbo dropped all of the weapons in the corner as he yelled to whoever was at the door.

"Oh no. No, no! There's nobody home. Go away, and bother somebody else. There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If, if this is some clotterd's idea of a joke, I can only say, it is in very poor taste."

Clill gave a loud laugh as Bilbo opened the door. The rest of the company fell in a heap onto the floor Bofur held the bell in his hand, having broken it! Gandalf bent over, taking a look inside over the pile of eight Dwarves.

"Gandalf", Bilbo sighed.


All of the Dwarves crammed themselves into Bilbo's pantry, kitchen and dining room, helping themselves to all the food he had to offer, all of his drinks and all of his dining wear.

"Those are my plates! Excuse me! Not my wine. Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam, please! ...Excuse me."

Bombur walked out of the pantry, carrying three full wheel of cheese to the table.

"Excuse me", Bilbo said. "A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?"

"Cheese knife?" Bombur laughed. "He eats it by the block."

Clill giggled as Bilbo tried to stop everyone from either eating his food or moving his furniture. She

"Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf", Dori said carrying a tray with a teapot and two cups. "Can I tempt you with a nice cup of chamomile tea?"

"Oh, no thank you, Dori", he answered. "A little red wine for me, I think."

"That chamomile sounds nice though", Clill said picking up the full cup.

"We appear to be one dwarf short", Gandalf said after counting all the Dwarves that were present.

"He is late, is all", Dwalin said. "He travelled North to a meeting of our kin. He will come."

"I hope so", Clill said looking worried.

Gandalf gently put his hand on her shoulder with a smile. She looked up at him and sighed. Thorin alone in the Wild always made her worry with good reason. As good a fighter as he was, it was impossible to think he could hand ambushes alone, especially in the dead of night. Her concern was interrupted as the rest of the Dwarves started throwing their food around the room, yelling at everyone. Fili climbed on top of the table, walked over everyone's plate as he handed mugs of ale to everyone.

"On the count of three! One, two…"

She watched as everyone held their mugs up, drinking as fast as they could. The room was filled with belches and laughter.

"I may be a Dwarf, but they seemed to have forgotten there is a lady in their presence", Clill mumbled as Bilbo backed away disgusted.