Bilbo came out from his room at midnight. He had no clue what woke him up, but he was up, so he was going to check on his company. He opened the door to the left. Eight people to that room. His eyes scanned them all. Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, Ori. As he stared at them, he realized that no one walked in with a suit case, change of clothes, or blankets. There was one bed in each room…but Bilbo guessed that no one decided to claim them.

He walked away to his linen closet, pulling out every blanket that had been shoved away inside it. He hoped there would be enough. He tip-toed his way around the room, placing blankets over every man. He moved to the room on the right, expecting the same to be seen. He found that Balin had decided to take this bed (he did seem quite a bit older than everyone else, maybe he had back problems) while everyone else-Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Dwalin- laid on the floor. He quickly threw the remaining blankets over them, slowly covering Thorin, then slinking his way out of the room.

Thorin's eyes opened, and he looked down at the blanket. It smelled almost annoyingly of the short man. Even so, he kept it on, snuggling into it, seeing his nephews and large friend had also been wrapped. 'What does he care? And why was he even in here in the first place?' He took a long breath before turning back over, falling into sleep.

-

Bilbo still woke up quite early. He went to the kitchen, remembering their feast from the night before and how it left his fridge and pantry bare. He scratched his head, figuring he would just go out and get donuts or something. He put water into his coffee machine (which he only used for tea) and went out to the living room to wait for the others to wake up.

'Why am I even waiting? I should just go out now before they rise…' He lifted himself up, made his way into his room, and got dressed. He could hear from the adjacent room-the one containing five of the thirteen men- groans and popping joints… He could also just make out the bickering of a couple of young brothers. 'I better get going unless I want thirteen rampant men tearing my home apart!'

-

Dwalin growled as Fili and Kili argued. "Well then, who did put these blankets over us!?" Thorin sighed, deciding to tell them before Dwalin had an aneurism, "I believe Mr. Baggins gave them to us as we were asleep." Fili and Kili turned to him. "How are you so sure? I think it was aliens!" Thorin hung his head trying to comprehend Kili's mind. 'Did Dis just completely give up after Fili?'

A door opened and whistling could be heard. Thorin found it to be Bofur. Eventually, everyone piled out of the rooms and strategically placed themselves in the living room. Some muttered, wondering where their host was, asking if they had saved anything from the night before.

Bilbo reentered his house with several boxes and a bag of cartons. Everyone stared at him as he struggled to make his way to the dining table with everything in one piece. Bofur was the only one to help him, carrying all of the boxes, wondering what was inside. His stomach growled as he tore into them.

"Leave some for the others, or else I'm sure they'd tackle you!" Bofur smiled, "Aye, lad. But you didn't have to do this for us! We should be the one's treating you since we took all your food the other night! And you gave us those blankets!" Bilbo waved him off making a face, "It's nothing. I needed to go to the store anyway…but I guess…I am going to need to buy enough to feed fourteen people for the next week or so…"

Ori wandered in to check on the two. "Donuts? I love donuts!" At the mention of food, eleven men pushed themselves into the dining area to claim theirs. Bilbo informed them he wasn't hungry, so they could take what they wanted. As they finished and brought their plates back, Bilbo cleared and washed them. Kili sheepishly walked up placing his plate on the counter. Bilbo stared at the poor excuse of a donut, as all the icing had been licked off of it, but the rest of it was still intact save for a couple of missing pieces. He gave Kili a look, allowing him to join the others once more.

Bilbo wondered when they would be moving into their new home. And where was all of their stuff? Wait! Gandalf said he would be back first thing in the morning! It's ten o'clock! Where is that bugger?! He joined the rest of the company in the living room where they happily sat chatting away about their plans. "Hey, does anyone know what Gandalf is up to?" Dwalin answered, "Who knows? He's always off doing whatever he pleases!"

Bilbo hummed in agreement. About an hour later, the man in question arrived. "We've been waiting for you…" growled Thorin. Gandalf nodded, walking in and staring around the room. "Now whose turn will it be to start unloading the van? Any volunteers?" When everyone grumbled, he picked out Bifur, Bombur, Oin, and Dori. He made it quite clear that there would be a rotation for unpacking everything. He left with those he picked out, leaving the rest to relax. Nori slid back into their room, leaving Ori to sit with the rest of the group.

Bilbo spoke up, "How much do you guys have to unload?" Bofur turned, "Did he say van? He meant vans. Sure, for thirteen people we don't have very much, but it adds up." Bilbo nodded. "How long do you think this will take?" Bofur looked around the room as if calculating the exact amount of time it would take before saying, "Probably all week, if not next!"

"Right." Bilbo stared at those remaining before asking, "So…who's going with me to the store?" Fili and Kili jumped up, and before poor Bilbo could say no, they were out the door. "They seem very eager," Balin added. Bilbo sighed, grabbing his wallet and heading out the door.

-

It took near two hours, but all the shopping had been done. It took many trips to get all of the bags into the kitchen, and another hour to fit everything they bought into his tiny little kitchen. 'My house was not made for this many people to live in it!' Bilbo thought.

It was Bofur, Balin, Ori, and Dwalin who prepared dinner this night. Those who had unloading duty with Gandalf returned, completely warn out, but with minimal scratches and pains.

Dinner finished as quickly as it had the other night, and it was almost time for bed. Bilbo once again thought of how no one had a spare change of clothes, and the smell of the whole lot reminded him that they probably had not showered in a few days either.

"If you would like, feel free to take a shower. I'll wash your clothes. Um…I may have something for you all to wear in the meantime…" Kili rushed into the front bathroom, "I'm going first!" He shut the door and locked it, only to open it a minute later, tossing his clothes out the door. Bilbo sighed once more, "Alright then." The rest of them (excluding Thorin and Balin) began to strip in the hallway.

"What are you doing!?" Bilbo covered his eyes, blushing fiercely. Dori called, "You said you were going to wash our clothes! No sense in waiting for us to all go through the shower!" Everyone tossed their clothes at the poor man, drowning him in the scent of sweat and….ham…? He made his way to the laundry room, when he pulled a piece of ham from Bombur's pocket. He began to gag as he threw it away, dumping soap over the pile of clothes in the washer and turning it on.

He made sure not to go by the bathroom hallway. He sat himself in his armchair. Balin and Thorin were in a very quiet discussion. Bilbo didn't care. He was worn out from dealing with the brothers for most of the day, along with the many horrid things he had to see.

Thorin stared at him as he nodded off into sleep. He observed his features very carefully, but was pulled from his thoughts by Balin who laughed. He rolled his eyes, leaning back into the couch they sat on. Maybe he would try to talk to him at some point…