So, not much to say, other than thanks for reviews, and also thanks to the followers I've got. I hope I'll get more reviews on this chapter than the last, but it doesn't really matter.

Yes, and there is a part in here where I'm describing the dwarves. I'm horrible at describing, 'cause I nearly always take it in details. You can skip that part if you want.

Please, enjoy...

I own nothing except from Rosie Baggins.

I smiled as I thanked the thick hobbit who sold marmalade. I put the jar with marmalade into the basket, together with the few apples, the vegetables and the bread. I was about to leave the marketplace when I heard someone shout my name behind me. I turned curiously, only to find a hobbit making his way after me. This hobbit wasn't much different from other hobbits. He had blue eyes and light brown, curly hair, and he was dressed in bright colours.

"Merry", I said as he reached me. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I smiled a questioning smile.

"I wondered if I maybe could follow you home", Merry replied. His ears were red as he asked.

"Of course", I answered, still with a smile, and began to walk again. "Maybe I could invite you home for dinner?"

"That's nice of you, but I'm sorry to say that I've been invited home to some friends for dinner", Merry said and did really sound sorry. "Maybe I could take that?" he quickly added, and like a gentleman took the basket out of my hands.

"Thanks", I said surprised as we went toward my home where I had lived with Bilbo for about twenty years.

We didn't talk much when we walked, but when we stopped outside the low gate which led to the garden, my dark brown eyes met Merry's blue eyes. "You said there was something you wanted to say..." Merry nodded.

"Rosie", he began. "We've been friends for years, and next year you turn 33, something which mean your no longer a girl, but a young woman. Therefore I wanted you to think about... if you maybe... if you would..." He stopped and took a deep breath. "I wanted to ask you if you maybe could think about us two... getting married." His cheeks were dark red and he couldn't look into my eyes any longer.

"Oh", I exclaimed and blushed. I glanced down and didn't know where to put my hands. "Merry, that's... I'll think about it, I promise", I finally said. Merry's head snapped up and his eyes met mine.

"You will?" he asked surprised. I smiled and nodded. "Thanks." Merry smiled. Then he placed a quick kiss on my cheek, before he turned and walked back the way he came.

I stared after him, still blushing. I sighed and smiled dreamy. Merry wasn't a bad guy. In fact he was the only one I would think about marrying. I turned and closed the low gate behind myself, before I went up the small road which led to the green painted door. I opened it, entered quietly and closed the door behind me. "I'm home!" I told the silent corridor.

"Rosie!" Bilbo appeared out from the kitchen. "Do you mind give me a hand in here?"

"What do you need help with?" I asked as I carried the basket to one of the pantries. I took out the apples and the jar with marmalade and put it on the shelf. Then I took the rest into the kitchen where Bilbo was making our late dinner. "Mm, it smells delicious", I said as I put the basket on the table and took out the bread and the vegetables.

"I saw Merry following you home", Bilbo hinted. "You didn't invite him for dinner?"

"Yes", I replied, "but he had already been invited to eat with some other friends." I didn't want to tell Bilbo about the small conversation we had outside the gate. Not yet. Maybe when I had decided what to do with the question, but until then...

"Did he ask you something... special?" the older hobbit asked, and suddenly I knew he had been watching us. I sighed as I began to peel some potatoes which I dropped into water to boil them.

"Yes", I admitted. There was no reason to hide Merry's question when Bilbo had seen us. "He asked me if I would consider marrying him." I felt myself blush, and didn't look at Bilbo, something that resulted in me missing his smile.

"And what did you answer?"

A new sigh. "I'm going to think about it. Maybe I'll say yes, 'cause I don't think any other will ask me." I frowned as I searched through a shelf to find some spices I could use. I heard Bilbo chuckle.

"You know, Merry is a nice guy, and he's respected, just as we Bagginses. He would-"

"Can we please talk about something else?" I asked sharply. "It's an embarrassing subject!" At this Bilbo chuckled, but didn't say anything else about it. We both worked in silence, I with cutting some vegetables and watching the potatoes, and he with frying the fish. When the potatoes finished, I found two plates and put three potatoes on each plate, while Bilbo put a piece of fish on each plate. Then I arranged the cut vegetables around.

"Have you made another masterpiece?" Bilbo asked from his place by the table. I couldn't hold back a small giggle, and placed a plate in front of him, and the other in front of myself. "I think you've made a new record", Bilbo smiled. "Better and better each time."

"I only hope it tastes as god as it looks", I replied with a smile and lifted the fork to take a piece of the fish. It was then the doorbell rang the first time. My head snapped up and I glanced questioning at Bilbo. "Have you invited anyone home?"

"Gandalf!" Bilbo exclaimed and got to his feet.

"Gandalf?" I asked, frowned, and followed him to the door. "Not that old wizard you told me about? That wizard who – according to you – made such excellent fireworks?"

"Yes", Bilbo replied as he opened the door. We both froze, 'cause the one standing was no wizard. That was quite sure. This person standing outside our door, was a dwarf. He had sky black beard with two grey stripes in his moustache. The top of his head was shaved and tattooed, while the rest of his sky black hair was long. His eyes were clear and blue. He had a war hammer, and was dressed in some black tunic with a dark cloak and fur over. Then he also had a belt. I could see a bit of his dark trousers, and the black boots he wore, were uncovered. I shivered when I saw the scars on his arms.

"Dwalin, at your service", said the dwarf and bowed.

"Bilbo Baggins, at your..." Bilbo said, and looked quite shocked.

The dwarf spotted me, and bowed again. "At your service too, milady." Then he rushed in, took off his cloak and hang it on a hook on the wall. "Is the kitchen this way?" he asked, and without waiting for answer, he followed the scent of fried fish with boiled potato.

"That was... unexpected", I said when I slowly recovered from the shock. Bilbo didn't answer. Instead he hurried after the dwarf, Dwalin, while I sank down in one of the chairs and laid my face in my hands. I heard Dwalin eating my and Bilbo's dinner, but no sound came from Bilbo. He was a polite hobbit, and I guessed he didn't want to push Dwalin out of the house, 'cause it would seem rude.

The doorbell rang again, and from the kitchen I heard Dwalin say: "There's someone at the door." I didn't bother myself with rising from the chair, because Bilbo appeared and hurried over to the door which he opened. I had a small hope that it could be this old wizard, but my hope was broken. It was another dwarf.

"My name is Balin, at your service", the dwarf said and bowed. He was an old dwarf with white, long beard, but short hair, while his eyes were blue. He was dressed in something which seemed as a quite kingly, red tunic, and a cloak in nearly the same colour as Dwalin's. He too wore dark trousers and black boots. In the belt Balin had a sword. "I see that I'm not the first."

"No..." Bilbo began to say, but he stopped and took a deep breath. Balin hang his cloak beside Dwalin's, and then went to the kitchen, followed by Bilbo. I could hear Dwalin who began to talk, and after a few seconds I heard laughter. Then the doorbell rang again.

"Rosie, do you mind open?" Bilbo shouted, and I guessed he was trying to protect the pantry. "I'll be there soon." I really didn't envy him his job.

I rose from the chair and opened the door. This time it was two dwarves. They looked considerably younger than Balin and Dwalin. The first of them had short, golden beard, but his moustache was braided. His hair was just as long as Dwalin's, had the same colour as his beard, and there were four braids – at least as I could count. His eyes were brown, and when I took a look at the rest of him, I could state that he nearly was a living weaponry. He had two swords on his back, a war hammer, daggers in his gauntlets, and as if that wasn't enough, he had two throwing axes in his boots. He was dressed in a light brown shirt covered with a brown, sleeveless tunic with fur, but no cloak.

The other dwarf seemed younger than the first – but older than me. He had long, dark brown hair, while his beard was short – and then I mean short – and had the same dark brown colour as his hair. His eyes were dark brown, just as dark chocolate, and there was something mischievously with him. He was dressed in a dark blue shirt, covered with another darker tunic, and with a dark coat over that. On his back, he had a bow and a quiver filled with arrows, and there was also a sword.

They both had silvery belts around their midst, brown trousers and brown boots. Something told me that they were related to each other, possibly siblings, and I could sense that they both were filled with courage.

"I'm Fili", said the first of them.

"And Kili", the other added, before they both said: "At your service!" and bowed. "You must be Mr. Boggins", Kili said as Bilbo appeared beside me.

"Nope, you can't come in." He nudged me aside so he could begin to close the door. "You've got to the wrong house."

"What?" Kili exclaimed as he pushed the door open. "Has it been cancelled?"

"Well, nobody told us", said Fili with a frown as he quickly glanced at Kili, and then at Bilbo.

"Cancelled?" Bilbo asked confused. "No, nothing's been cancelled."

"Well, that's a relief", Kili said and his face brightened when the pair walked in. I jumped aside and fell down on the chair I had been sitting on before I opened the door.

"Careful with these", Fili warned as he handed Bilbo his weapons. "I just had them sharpened."

"It's nice, this place", Kili commented as he took a look at the house. "Did you do it yourself?" I understood the question was to Bilbo, but since he was too busy holding the weapons Fili had put in his arms, included Kili's bow, quiver and sword, I decided to answer.

"No, it's been in the family for years, and-" I stopped when the young dwarf gave a box a push. "Please, don't do that. It's Bilbo's mother's Glory Box."

Before Kili go the chance to answer, Dwalin appeared in the door which led to the kitchen. "Fili, Kili", he said. "Come on and give us a hand." He laid on of his scar-filled arms around Kili's shoulders and led him into the kitchen. Fili quickly followed.

I decided it was best I followed too, just to make sure they didn't damage the kitchen. Bilbo also followed, burdened with the weapons the two youngest dwarves had gave him.

"We have to move this, otherwise we wont get everyone in here", Dwalin said as he, Kili and Fili began shoving the table.

"'Everyone'? How many more are you?" Bilbo questioned, but the only answer he got was the doorbell which rang again.

"Oh no", I muttered as I saw Bilbo's face. I got the feeling that he soon would explode, so I followed him.

"There's nobody home!" he shouted as he let Kili and Fili's weapons fall down at the floor, close to his mother's Glory Box. "Go away and bother somebody else! There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is! If this isn't some kind of... joke, then I have to say it's a miracle-" He opened the door. This time, no less than nine dwarves fell in through it. We both stared at them, laying there on the doorstep, groaning and telling the rest to get off. Then my eyes moved to the man standing behind them. "Gandalf", Bilbo sighed. Of course. Gandalf was a wizard, and when Bilbo had invited him for dinner, he had taken a bunch of dwarves with.

I watched as the mentioned nine dwarves got to their feet and entered the house in a 'nice' line. The first was named Nori. He had red hair put up in a funny way, and his beard was braided in three braids, so his face nearly looked as a star. His eyes were blue, and he was carrying some kind of staff which had a pointy iron-end, while the other end seemed more like a hammer. He wore a dark cloak which covered his shoulders. Under the cloak he wore a dark grey tunic and a belt around his midst. Then he had dark trousers (something I saw all of them had), and brown boots (those all of them had too).

The next was Dori. He had short, white hair and beard, but his moustache was long, and his eyes were blue, just as Nori's. He had a dark red tunic, and around his midst he wore a belt with a sword in. He also had black gloves.

After Dori, followed Ori who was the youngest of the three brothers. Ori wore a dark brown, sleeveless tunic with a grey shirt under. He had a hood, so I could only see his beard which was brown with two grey stripes in. He had a belt around his midst, and it was possible to see that he wasn't the thinnest of the company. He also had a book under his arm. I wondered if he had any hidden weapons, but then I spotted his slingshot which sat in his belt, and I quickly hid a smile. Ori looked, in fact, really nice and friendly, something which was totally different from his two brothers, Nori and Dori.

So followed Oin and Gloin. Oin had grey hair and beard, but the top of his head was shaved. His beard was braided in two braids, and his eyes were dark grey. He had a dark cloak and a dark grey tunic. Around his midst he had a belt, just as the others. His weapon was some kind of staff.

Gloin had auburn, long hair and beard, and he had the same dark grey eyes as Oin. He wore a reddish brown tunic with something which look like half an armour over that. His weapon was a long battle axe. His eyes were twinkling, and he didn't look as scary as some of the others.

Then came a really thick dwarf who was presented as Bombur. He was possibly the only who had no really weapon (at least as I could see). He only had a ladle. A huge iron ladle, which I was quite sure I didn't want to get in my head. His beard and hair was red and short, except from a long braid which went in a 'U'- form from the left side of his neck, to the right side. He was dressed in a green shirt with a brown coat over, then he had a small bag, and to my surprise his size didn't make me want to run and hide.

Now only three dwarves were left. The first of them was Bofur. The first I spotted, was his weird hat, and the next I spotted was his friendly and nearly fatherly smile. He had dark brown hair braided in two braids, and his moustache was long, something which was totally different from his beard which only covered his chin. He had a war hammer over his shoulder, and was dressed in a brown tunic with a white belt around his waist.

The second dwarf made me pale, and I nearly couldn't see anything else than the axe he had in his forehead. I just quickly registered his black and white messy hair and beard. His dark cloak, dark green tunic, the spear he held in his hands, and the sword he had in his belt.

With a soft exclaim I fell down in the closest chair and laid my face in my hands. I trembled and didn't want to look up before I was sure they were gone, together with Bilbo who was trying to hold them away from the pantries.

"Are you okay?" someone asked and I glanced up to find and old man glancing down at me with a frown. He had long, grey hair, had a staff and wore a blue, pointy hat, together with a long cloak and the long, grey tunic.

"Yes", I quickly replied and got to my feet. "I'm just so... surprised. Why are they here?"

"Haven't Bilbo told you?" he inquired surprised. I only shook my head in silence. Then the silence (which never had been totally since Kili and Fili came) was broken, and I decided to go and see what had happened with the kitchen. I could hear Bilbo shouting somewhere else in the house, and first I didn't see anything else than dwarves and more dwarves. Then the kitchen appeared in front of me, and I could see how beautifully it was laid for eating. The dwarves were all around, but slowly I realized what kind of merry crowd they really were.

It was then I spotted the last dwarf. He looked quite majestic where he sat by the end of the table. He had long, dark hair with two braids just behind his ears. His beard was short, but that didn't look bad on him. His eyes were clear and blue, and he wore first some blue shirt, over that he had some tunic with short sleeves, and with some kind of small metal leaves on it, and then he had some fur coat. His left arm was covered in something which looked like a part of an oak, and slowly I realized who this person was. Thorin Oakenshield. I even spotted his sword standing by the table close to him.

"Rosie!" Bilbo shouted somewhere else and I quickly hurried off to find him. "Could you please help me?" He was trying to keep them out of the last pantry, but when I reached it was too late and he was forced away. I giggled.

"Bilbo", I said, still giggling. "Just let them be. It's really funny to watch them, and how they move between each other – as if it was a dance." He stared at me as if I was going insane.

"Rosie, they've emptied the pantries!" he nearly shouted. I stared at him, and then shook my head in disbelief.

"Milady", someone said beside me and I turned to the dwarf standing there. It was one of the first who came, Kili. "Would you come and join us?" he asked, and when his dark brown eyes met mine, I couldn't help but blush a bit.

"If it's okay for you..." I said, a bit nervous.

"Have you asked her?" another dwarf said. This time it was Fili. Somehow I remembered their names quite clearly. They linked their arms with mine and led me to the kitchen. Somehow they had managed to change it into... I had no word for it. Our earlier small table had turned to a long table where there was space for everybody, and nearly every inch was covered with food and drinks. Kili and Fili placed me between themselves, and soon everybody were there. In a few seconds everything was totally silent, and then they attacked the food. I felt like a puppy between older dogs, but without me doing anything, I somehow got my plate filled. It wasn't exactly what I'd like to eat, but when I looked over the table again, it was empty. I shook my head in disbelief as I took a piece of the filled roll which had ended up on my plate, together with some vegetables.

"So what's your name?" Kili asked beside me.

I chewed the food an swallowed before I replied in a polite tone. "Rosie Baggins."

"Are you going with us too?" Fili asked from my other side.

"What do you mean? Going with you? Where are you going?" A dozen questions appeared in my head, but the two dwarves only smiled.

"You'll get to know when Thorin begins the meeting", was the only reply I got. I frowned and quickly glanced to the other end of the table where this majestic dwarf sat. Thorin. Somehow it sounded known, and then I realized I had read about him. A dwarf named Thorin Oakenshield. I didn't exactly remember what he'd done, but he was some kind of king without kingdom.

"Here!" someone shouted from the other end of the table and threw an egg toward Bombur who was sitting at our end (meaning the end where I, Fili and Kili sat). Bombur caught the egg between his teeth, broke it and swallowed it. The dwarves applauded and laughed, and I couldn't help but giggle when I saw how happy they looked.

After that they talked a bit more before someone came up with an belch-competition. The four dwarves who joined in, were Nori, Oin, Gloin and Bofur. The winner of this competition was Bofur who belched both loudest and longest. "Bravo, Bofur!" Kili shouted beside me, while the others laughed, cheered and applauded.

After a while Fili rose, and Kili followed. "Where are you going?" I asked, and didn't really like the idea of being left with the other dwarves. Somehow I felt safe with those two around, and especially Kili, even if there was something mischievous about him.

"We're going to clean up", Kili replied with twinkling eyes. "You can come with us if you want."

They took their plates out to the other kitchen where they could wash the plates, but I stopped in the corridor where I found an exhausted Bilbo who only had managed to get half a roll. "Are you okay?" I asked and went over to him. He glanced up at me and sighed.

"Not at all." Before he got the chance to tell me why he wasn't okay, we heard a sound as if all the dwarves were knocking their knives and forks at the table. I and Bilbo exchanged nervous looks, and then we rushed over to the door which led to the kitchen. "Don't do that!" Bilbo exclaimed. "You'll blunt them!"

"You heard that, laddies?" Bofur shouted with a grin to the dwarves who were still sitting around the table. "He said we'll blunt them!" At least four of them had went to the kitchen to wash the plates.

It was then Kili began to sing behind me. "Blunt the knives and bend the forks."

"Smash the bottles and burn the corks", Fili continued, before all the dwarves joined in. "Chip the glasses and crack the plates. That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

I watched with amusement as the plates began to fly. First to Fili who made some tricks, before sending them to Kili. Then Kili made a few other tricks with each plate, before he sent them into the kitchen where they got washed.

"No! Don't do that!" I heard Bilbo shout, and then something about how old the plates were. I found a chair to sit in, and watched as Kili continued making tricks with the plates. Gandalf laughed. On a point I began to wonder why the youngest of the dwarves made so many tricks with the plates. Could he be some kind of show off person? No, was the answer I got. After what I had seen and heard as I ate with them, Kili was no show off. He only was a young dwarf who took the life easy and made as much fun as he could, even if his older brother and Thorin often told him to 'act more mature'.

With no warning, a plate flew to me. I wasn't prepared, but I jumped to my feet, caught the plate and send it to the dwarf taking the dishes. The next plate landed on my shoulder. I gave it a small push into the air and made it land on my nose tip. I heard the other laugh and Fili who exclaimed: "That's the best trick I've ever seen!" I laughed too, but then Bilbo was there. He grabbed the plate and dragged me away from the dwarves, down the corridor and pushed me into the first empty room where nobody would hear us. He closed the door and turned to me.

"What did you think you were doing?" he asked, or rather shouted. I had never seen him so angry or frustrated before. "Haven't I learned you to behave properly?"

"Yes, but-"

"No 'but'! You're not allowed to act so... Barbaric again!"

I turned my eyes down to the floor, and nodded. Then I rushed past him and as far away from him as I could get. I ended up sitting in the sofa in the living room, with my face in my hands, crying. My shoulder shook with silent sobs. I couldn't understand why Bilbo took it so hard! The dwarves seemed to have fun doing it, so why couldn't I do it? It was totally unfair!

"Rosie?" I didn't lift my head when I heard the soft, questioning voice. Someone sat down on each side of me, and then a hand was gently placed on my shoulder. I didn't shake it off. "Rosie, we're so sorry that we got you in trouble."

"That wasn't our intentions at all. We just wanted to include you, and you seemed to have fun..." the person on my other side said.

"It's just that", I whispered and lifted my head. "Bilbo wants me to be one of those pretty, normal girls. He wants me to get married with a rich, strict hobbit who thinks of me as his pretty wife who shall do as he says."

"Do you never have fun?" the second of them asked, and I realized it was Kili, while the first was Fili.

"Only once each year", I replied quietly. "On midsummer eve. We eat, drink, sing and dance the whole night, but that's it. Never anything else." New tears ran down my cheeks.

"Hey", Kili said as I was about to lay my face in my hands again. Gently he lifted my head. Then he glanced over at Fili who reached him a white, clean handkerchief. Then Kili – still gently – dried my tears. "You can come with us, and then you can do nearly whatever you want." He smiled and I had to smiled too. "That's better."

"Are you sure?" I whispered. He nodded, and his eyes shone.

"As long as Thorin don't tell you to stop, then you can do nearly whatever you want", Fili said from my other side. My smile grew bigger when I saw from Kili's face, to Fili's face and back. I giggled. "What?" Fili asked.

"Nothing", I replied, and then I rose so I could hug both of them. "Thank you", I muttered. First they seemed to be surprised, but then Kili laid his arms around me and Fili, and Fili laid his arms around me and Kili. I closed my eyes and felt totally safe between those two. I hadn't known them for long, and even if Kili looked mischievous, and Fili as if he was a living weaponry, they acted really friendly toward me.

We let go of each other, and I opened my eyes. They both smiled and rose. It was then I realized that most of the other dwarves had came into the room and sat on different places. In fact, the only missing were Thorin, Gandalf, Balin and, of course, Bilbo.

"So", Fili said so all could hear him. "If Thorin allows so, then Rosie Baggins will join our company." The dwarves applauded, laughed and many welcomes were thrown in my direction. I felt myself blush and wanted most of all just to vanish through the soft carpet I stood on.

Then we're at the end of the first chapter. Since Bilbo is Rosie's adoptive father, I made him kind 'a protective. Hope you don't mind that. Please, tell me if I manage to keep (especially) Kili and Fili in characters.

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