Toria rolled over in her sleep. Something was tickling her nose. She raised her head and glanced around, nothing was near her except gold and gems.
She sniffed and her nostrils went crazy, nearly causing her to sneeze and awake Smaug from his 10 year nap. Toria shrunk down and crept up the stair case. She bumped into something and was knocked over.
A startled yelp sounded from a lump of clothe on the ground. Toria kicked it and was surprised to see it was a person, a small person that was around her averaged height, but still a person.
"Who are you?" She hissed threateningly, forgetting she wasn't in dragon form. The odd little man shuffled around until the rags fell from his head. "I-" he swallowed. "I'm Bilbo Baggins. F-from the Shire.".
Toria raised her eyebrows. This small man was quite handsome, but he seemed a tad bit fearful. "Well, if I were you I would get out of here." She warned.
"Well, if you were me, which you're not, that'd be preposterous, but if you were me then you would go in there. Because that is precisely what I am going to do." Bilbo stated.
" And why is that? Are you a robber?" Toria wondered. "No, I m not a robber or a burglar, or anything of the sorts. I am a hobbit... and there are-" Bilbo paused and pointed around at the room behind him.
"several angry, homeless, not to mention homicidal, dwarfs that are counting on me to get their stupid rock so that they can live here again." He took a deep breath and waited for something to happen.
Toria blinked in silence. Bilbo finally noticed that there was an actual living thing in the ruins other than a dragon. "Wait, what are you doing here- Never mind that, come with me." Bilbo grabbed Toria's hand and led her out of a stone door.
A white-haired dwarf stood up and marched to Bilbo. "Good job laddie, now where is the archenstone?" He greeted, then realized that Bilbo had a guest. "Who's the woman?" A gruff voice growled.
"Well, Thorin, this is... her name is... I don't believe you told me your name." Bilbo stuttered as he looked at Toria. "I'm Toria, why are you trespassing?" She demanded.
"How dare you!" another rough dwarf rumbled. "Lass, we be doin' no such thing. Tis you who be doin' the trespassing." The white-haired dwarf said calmly.
"This land has belonged to us ever since Smaug found it." Toria corrected. "Smaug stole Erebor from us, and murdered our kin." Thorin growled, grabbing hold of the collar of Toria's tunic.
"He said that he had come across these ruins a long time ago, and that he started to store his gold here." She whimpered in defiance.
A great rumbling echoed on the mountainside. "Balin, is that an earthquake!?" Bilbo asked. "No lad. That, is a dragon."