"Not since she left, not since you took her, she hasn't even written her father, he's been so distraught he doesn't want me to leave he thinks I won't come back" bilbo admitted quietly.
"Why are you here Gandalf" bilbo asked "I need your help, im going on a quest, with thirteen dwarves, to take back Erabor, I need your swift feet, your brothers need your swift feet" Gandalf stated, adding the last part when it looked like bilbo was going to deny the request.
"My brothers... Alright, tell me about this quest" bilbo said deciding he would do anything for his brothers, even if he'd never met them. "Well we will give you the details tonight at dinner, I do hope you don't mind but I've told them to meet here" Gandalf said a little sheepishly.
"A little more notice would have been nice, but I suppose I should get cooking then" sighed bilbo, "yes and I will go get the dwarves, see you at 7:30" and off he went, leaving the preparation to bilbo.
So into his larder, pantry and second pantry he went, pulling out meats and pies, vegetables, putting the meats into his smoker, the vegetables in the oven to roast along with a leg of lamb, frying up chops and steaks, diced vegies and beef for a stew, by the time the cooking was done it was 5:00 pm so he went to pull out his weapons and place them on his mothers glory box along with his armour his bag with bed roll set on the floor next to it, inside his bag he had, his oilskin cloak, a journal, tins of dried food, tins of medicinal herbs, tins of tea, and vials of poisons for his arrows, a water skin and a whetstone for sharpening his blades.
He dug out his traveling clothes and handkerchief, better safe than sorry and packed those Ito his bag, next he grabbed his travelling pipe and a large tin of old Toby putting them in his bag also but he also had a leather pouch full of tobacco as well, after all he is a hobbit and if there is one thing other than food or ale that hobbits knew how to consume and consume quickly it was old Toby, that and he was positive Gandalf wouldn't have enough, hence the large tin.
After finishing he got all the meats out of the smoker the lamb out of the oven and set the table, pulling out platters of cold cuts, crackers, boiled eggs, cheeses, fruit and his prize winning tomatoes setting them all on the table, putting out pint mugs on the sideboard, tin plates and the cutlery including cheese knives all ent on the other sideboard, pulled out two of the cabinets to fit in chairs and room to move now all he had to do was wait.
There was a resounding thud at the door, opening the door to an intimidating and foreboding dwarf who bowed his head and gruffly stated 'Dwalin at your service' feeling a little intimidated but trying not to show it bilbo replied "bilbo baggins at yours", "please come in, dinner is ready but before you dig in, please do you mind helping me retrieve the ale from the cellar" bilbo asked with a pleasant lilt in his voice, 'aye that I can do that' Dwalin said surprised by the hobbits openness towards him.
After retrieving two large barrels of ale and marvelling at the hobbits collection of alcohol, Dwalin finally laid his eyes on dinner and was gobsmacked at the amount of food that had been prepared for all to share, this amount was a feast compared to what they're used to receiving.
A knock was heard and bilbo went to answer it, a friendly looking elder dwarf was smiling when he bowed his head and stated, 'Balin at your service' "bilbo at yours do come in Dwalin has just arrived" said bilbo jovially 'ah good, evening brother' balin said equally as jovial as bilbo had been 'by my beard your shorter and whiter since last we met' joked Dwalin, 'whiter not shorter, sharp enough for the both of us' balin said grinning next thing bilbo heard was the thump of the foreheads connecting, when he was sure they were both still conscious he went and opened the door to two young familiar dwarves.
Before they could open their mouths bilbo leapt forward and hugged them, shocking them both pulling back he said "my brothers, fili and kili, my name is bilbo, and im the third son of belladonna" both dwarves finally registered what had been said, their eyes widened and their hold on the hobbit strengthened as they pulled him into a fierce hug, he pulled the boys inside to eat their dinner.
Fili and kili told the two older dwarves about there relation to bilbo, they were shocked but happy for the boys they had lemented over the loss of Donna but now had an extra brother and were exited, this occurred as bilbo went to answer the door again, as he pulled open the door eight more dwarves came in, however their entry was less than stellar as they all ended up in a heap on the floor with a smiling Gandalf at their backs, giggling bilbo helped up the youngest one who introduced himself then everyone else as they peeled themselves off the floor.
"I'm Ori, and these are nori, Bofur, bombur, oin, gloin, bifur, and Dori, then all together they finished 'at your service' "my name is bilbo and I am at yours please come in and join the others for dinner, walking in they all shared the gobsmacked look as they took in the shear size of the meal and thanked mahal for the generosity of this hobbit.
'Little brother come and sit with us' kili said enthusiastically bilbo did and fili filled in the others at the questioning looks they'd received, most remembered when Donna he left for it affected Thorin and the boys most serverly they became silent and broody, and dis became prone to outbursts of hysteria, occasionally emotional and violent.
'You'll like uncle he's the one who's leading this quest' kili said quietly to bilbo, "your uncle Thorin"? Bilbo asked out of curiosity and confusion.
'Yeah, he's a great king, a wonderful uncle and an even better blacksmith' said kili boasting about the prowess of his only uncle, with pride showing in his eyes, meanwhile Gandalf had been talking to Dwalin about there being another dwarf to come and that he was only late due to another meeting he had been at.