Posting two chapters at the same time seems to fit this story better, considering their content. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: i don't own the Hobbit.
One Bilbo Baggins was just settling in for a nap after supper, a comfortable affair involving fish, potatoes, and no guests. For a well to do hobbit, this was most unusual, as many of the race loved guests, threw lavish parties, all to entertain, and show off to their neighbours. But Bilbo Baggins had always been a little of an oddity, which he attributed to his Tookish side. So he had eaten a solitary, pleasant meal, and was just pulling a blanket (that he had knitted himself) over himself, to doze off, when he heard a knock at the door.
"Heavens above, what does a respectable hobbit have to do to get a little rest in these parts?" He muttered, slipping down from his plushy armchair and pulling on a robe, tying it shut and grumbling as he made his way to his front door.
"If it is that ghastly Lucretia again, after my silver, I shall be most unravelled! Nasty, brash, rude woman, I don't see how we can possibly be blood relations." As the little hobbit pattered past his umbrella stand, he started muttering again.
"And if it is Meriadoc Brandybuck and that terror, Peregrin Took, playing silly buggers, I shall take them by the ears and drag them back to their parents with the largest amount of glee!"
Our little hobbit had, by now, rather worked himself up into a boil, so he yanked open his front door with strong intentions of being quite unpleasant, and was immeasurably puzzled when the words did not come.
A tall, stocky figure stood before him. A dwarf, at his best guess, a small part of Bilbo's stunned mind said to him, or else a very short man.
"Good evening." Said the maybe-a-dwarf, shakily and pale as he leaned against the doorframe, and promptly collapsed in his hallway.
"What?" Said Bilbo.