They all hurried into the mountain, clambering into the kitchens and shutting themselves off from the honking noise of the goose.
"It's followed us into our own home! What are we going to do now?" Bilbo whined miserably.
All eyes looked to Thorin for guidance, he was the king after all, shouldn't he be the one to form a plan of action?
"What are you all staring at? We're in the mountain now, we can go out the back door of the kitchens, and grab real weapons to slaughter this nasty bird!" He spoke his simple idea, everyone nodding their head in agreement.
The group of six began moving through the kitchen, passing by the large shaped dwarf named Bombur. He pointed a finger to the closed door with a curious look on his face.
"Don't open it, Bombur. There's a goose on a rampage out there! We're going to grab weapons and take it out as soon as we can. Till then, leave it be." Bilbo warned the plump dwarf, taking his leave through the back exit with the other dwarfs.
Bombur was a talented cook, and he hadn't had the opportunity to taste the flavorful meat of a goose for some time. When Bilbo mention a goose right at his door, the dwarf automatically began imaging the different ways of preparing the tasty bird.
Sausage like fingers gripped the nearest butcher knife as the hungry dwarf started his way towards the closed door. Why those others were acting so afraid of this creature, the dwarf would never know. Geese were game birds like quail and ducks, meant to be eaten or simply used for their eggs.
Slowly, the dwarf creaked the door open a crack, searching for the feathered interloper. The honking alerted him, his eyes landing on the patiently waiting goose, it's neck curved a bit as it stared up at the peeking dwarf. Carefully, Bombur placed a foot in the crack of the door, wanting to move slowly towards the watchful fowl.
It's sharp beak snapped at the slightly exposed boot, making the dwarf chuckle at the bird's actions. He was by no means afraid of the defensive animal.
Bombur cracked open the door until it was completely open, his prey watching him carefully. In a swift motion, the heavy dwarf moved with lightning like speed and sliced at the goose with his knife...
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By the time Bilbo and the gang reached the armory and got all the gear they thought they'd need, an hour had gone by. They marched confidently in their armor with weapons at the ready towards the door of the kitchen where they'd left the evil honking menace.
All eyes saw no sign of the bird, the group splitting up to search throughout the mountain for the elusive thing. Hours went by and no one saw the missing intruder, the kitchen was the final place where everyone gathered to search without optimism for the mean spirited goose.
The smell caught everyone's attention, honey roasted sweetness along with herb smells of basil and thyme were wafting through the air. Dwalin, Fili and Kili started talking about their lack of a lunch and how hungry they were feeling. Bilbo and Thorin walked up together to the busy cook, Bombur. He was roasting something large, the hobbit and kingly dwarf eyed the roasting meat curiously. It looked like a large duck, that's when the connection started to come together mentally for the gazing dwarf and hobbit.
"It seems our intruder has met it's end at the hands of our cook." Thorin spoke to everyone in the room, Dwalin and his nephews coming over to gaze at the roasting goose.
"Way to go, Bombur!" Kili patted the large dwarfs back heartily.
"How'd you take out the accursed bird?" Dwalin asked of his friend, Bombur shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Either way, we are rid of the devil and have supper for the evening. A fine ending to a miserable afternoon!" Thorin spoke his sentiments, everyone nodding in complete agreement.
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The pleasantly plump dwarf had been fast, but not fast enough. The quick footed goose dodged the blade and started circling his attacker, honking mad and wings flapping in annoyance. Twisting and turning to watch the goose circle him, the dwarf lost balance and fell.
A loud crunching sound happened underneath him, the dwarf realizing that his misstep had been a blessing in disguise. He'd fallen onto the goose! The cracking sounds had undoubtedly been its many bones breaking, the heavy dwarf rolled sideways and turned to look at his handiwork.
Gray feathers no longer flapped, the orange beak stayed motionless as black beady eyes stared out, lifeless. The dwarf slowly got to his feet and lifted up the dead body of the goose who had frightened all the others. He carried the bird by the long, soft feeling neck and made his way into the kitchen. There was plucking to be done, and Bombur wanted this bird ready for supper that evening.
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