"I think I can get used to this." Fili said with a grin.

It took Bilbo several hours to convince the dwarves to cross the street and now it was in the middle of the night. They were walking around a square filled with lights. There were not many humans but the company made sure they stayed hidden in the shadows.

"What now my prince?" Balin asked looking at Thorin.

"Perhaps time for something to eat?" Bombur asked hopeful.

"Or some sleep..." Ori said just before yawning.

"Indeed, we will find ourselves a place to rest." Thorin answered. "Master Baggins, lead us and we will follow."

The hobbit jerked his head towards the dwarf prince. "Excuse me?" "Just because I have read one or three books years ago does not mean I know everything about this strange place."

He sighed when he was answered by a frown and started to look around.

"I guess we could sleep in those bushes..."

"That settles one problem but what about a snack?" Bombur asked.

Bilbo looked offended since everyone was looking at him again.

"Bombur you're in charge of getting food." Thorin ordered. "The rest of us will make the bushes ready for the night."

Bombur hastily but carefully started his voyage. It didn't take long before he stumbled across a curious smell. It came from an iron horse standing a few feet away. Immediately a huge conflict ran through his mind. Was he scared enough to forget his hunger, or was he hungry enough to forget being afraid? Step by step he approached the beast but it didn't seem to notice the fat dwarf. Bombur smelled again. It seemed to come from the boxes standing on the iron horse. Suddenly Bombur bolted, jumped and grabbed the boxes, in the action knocking over the "iron horse" and ran for dear life before it would come after him. Of course we know a motorcycle will not move without its owner.

"Finally!" Fili said. "What happened, got any food?"

Bombur fell down and rubbed the sweat off his forehead.

"It was awful, I was almost killed by an iron horse!" He cried.

Everyone else gathered around the upset dwarf.

"An iron horse?" Bifur asked.

"Yes, horrible absolutely horrible..." "I had to fight it to get to the food, it was ferocious but I killed it."

Everyone was very proud of the cook and he received many shoulder pads and hands.

"Now let us see your prize for your bravery Bombur." Thorin said.

Bombur took one of the boxes and opened it.

"What...what is that?" Fili asked.

All of them looked at the hobbit. Bilbo looked again. It was round and was yellow with orange. The smell was amazing. Suddenly he remembered something from one of his books.

"I think this is called pizza."

"Pizza..." Kili repeated. "Sounds good."

"Bombur will eat first." "He risked his life for this meal" Thorin said.

Bombur grabbed the edge of the pizza and pulled. A chunk came off and he not too gracefully stuffed it in his mouth. After this, all the dwarfs and Bilbo grabbed a piece. After drinking some water which they had retrieved from the fountain in the middle of the square, the company settled in the bushes and all fell asleep.

It was a few hours later when Bilbo opened his eyes. Someone was pushing him away.

"Could you move over please?"

A grunt came as reply and he was being pushed even more, he almost fell out of the bushes.

"Oy, move over will you?"

He turned around to face the dwarf but...it was no dwarf. It was a man in old clothes with an awful smell, snoring in his face.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

Five seconds later

"You should have told us about those "nomads" mister Baggins!" Balin said.

"No time to speak, just run!" Bilbo squeaked.

The fourteen were running away as fast as they could before stopping on a safe distance.

"Alright, we will not sleep without someone on the watch." Thorin said.

The sun rose. They had survived their first night in New York.