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Previously-
I heard the bell ring outside my door and I walked to the door taking in a deep breath before opening it, seeing the tall, intimidating-looking dwarf on the other side.
"Good evening, Bilbo Baggins, at your service. Do come in, I hope you and your companions are hungry." I said as I motioned for him to come inside, not missing the surprised look on his face.
"I am Dwalin, son of Fundin, at your service, Master Baggins." He said bowing. "You said there was food?" He gruffed and I just laughed pointing him to the dining room where he froze, seeing the heaping piles of food on the table.
"I did not know how much you dwarves eat, but us Hobbits do love a good dinner. Please, sit and help yourself." I told him and he raised his eyebrows at me before sitting at the table and shoving an entire fish into his mouth.
"Very good, this." He said, eating some biscuits. I heard the bell ring again.
"Please excuse me while I go get the door." I said as I walked out of my dining room back to the front door, opening it to reveal Balin. I smiled at the dwarf who was right around my height, his long white beard almost reaching his belt.
"Balin, son of Fundin, at your service." He said bowing.
"Bilbo Baggins, at yours. Pleasant evening, wouldn't you say? Do come inside, there is plenty of food." I said motioning for him to come inside.
"Aye, quite a lovely evening, though I believe it will rain soon. Did I hear correctly that you have food, laddie?" Balin asked me.
"That I do." I said, leading him to my kitchen. Dwalin had stood, walking over to greet his brother.
"Good evening, brother!" Balin said upon seeing Dwalin.
"By my beard, you're shorter and whiter than last I saw you!" Dwalin said as he placed his arms on the smaller dwarfs shoulders.
"Whiter, not shorter, still sharp enough for both of us!" Balin responded proudly and the brothers butted heads loudly. I cringed, not knowing how that didn't hurt them, though I did know dwarves had very hard heads. "My, Master Baggins, this is quite a feast you have cooked up!"
"I know you all must have had a long journey already, coming from the Blue Mountains, I assume? I am sure you all must be quite hungry." I told them before hearing two hands knocking on my door. I froze as I realized who was on the other side. "Excuse me."
I walked to my door and took a deep breath before opening it hesitantly. There, standing in front of my eyes, were the two dwarf princes I had missed so terribly much.
"Fili,"
"And Kili,"
"At your service." They said in unison, bowing deeply. "You must be Mr. Boggins." Kili said as he stood before me. I wanted to just hug them both tightly and never let go, but that wouldn't do right now. No, that wouldn't do at all.
"Kili, it's Baggins, remember?" Fili said to his brother as I just stood there staring at them both.
"It's Bilbo, if you please. Come inside, there's quite a feast prepared." I said to the two, whose faces lit up at the mention of a feast.
Keep yourself together, Bilbo Baggins.
"Careful with these, I just had them sharpened." Fili said as he laid his dual swords in my arms, along with his numerous amounts of knifes and daggers that were hidden all along his person. I remembered to treat his weapons with respect this time, knowing that him giving them to me was a sign of trust. Something I abused last time.
"Nice place, did you build it yourself?" Kili asked as he looked around, finding the block I had set out to wipe his muddy boots.
"It's been in the family for years." I told them as they both walked into the kitchen.
"Mister Dwalin and Mister Balin!" They both shouted as they saw the other brothers sitting there.
"Lads! Bring us some ale, would ya?" Dwalin asked as the two stood, staring at the feast before them.
Soon I heard the bell ringing again and I walked to the door, opening it, but stepping backwards as I did, not keen to be squished by several dwarves.
"Bilbo Baggins, at your service! The food is in that direction, please help yourselves!" I said to the dwarves who were now standing in front of me after they had introduced themselves, followed by Gandalf.
"Good evening, Gandalf. I assume this adventure of yours involves twelve dwarves, whom are currently eating?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"So they are all here then? Well, we are still missing one." Gandalf mumbled as he counted the dwarves.
"He is late, is all. He traveled North to a meeting of our kin, he will be here." Dwalin said as he nursed a tankard of ale before we all walked into the kitchen.
"Bombur catch!" Bofur yelled, throwing a hard-boiled egg in his direction. Bombur caught it in his mouth easily and the entire company cheered him on. I chuckled at the sight of them all eating happily.
"You have truly surprised me, Bilbo Baggins. Do these dwarves not bother you?" Gandalf asked as he leaned over in my hall.
"Not at all, I believe this quite a merry gathering, don't you?"I asked, seeing the wizard just look confused before chuckling and drinking his –hobbit sized- glass of red wine.
"Excuse me sir, but what should I do with my plate?" Ori asked, bringing me his plate. Before I could respond, Fili had come up and taken the plate from Ori.
"Here, Ori, give it to me." Fili said before throwing it to his brother. It still made me nervous to see them throwing my mothers West Farthing Crockery, but I knew they would be just fine. After all, these dwarves had a certain way with dishes.
It was all too soon before I heard the unmistakable sound of my silverware being clinked together and I decided to have some fun with it.
"Can you not do that? You'll blunt them!" I said with no malice in my voice, only play.
"D'ya hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!" Bofur yelled as they continued.
"Blunt the knives," Kili began as he threw bowls and plates to Bofur. "Bend the forks,"
"Smash the bottles and burn the corks!" Fili continued on after his brother.
"Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"
As they sang, I just leaned against my wall and listened to them, humming along, the sound of the dwarves singing comforted me in ways I had forgotten.
With a grand finish of another, "That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!" The dwarves all gathered around my table, laughing. Then there was a knock on the door. My whole body tensed up and my heart began beating out of my chest.
"He's here." Gandalf said in a low voice, everyone silenced.
So, what do you think? It will get better, I promise. I got some little twists up my sleeves. It will soon start changing point of views between characters (Mostly Bilbo, Fili, Kili, and Thorin.) No bashing please, it's my first slash fic and I'm not quite sure how to go about it since I'm a girl. Love you all! Bex