Hello awesome people! Here we are again. The dwarves are joining us this chapter as promised. I just re-watched the scene where they all first met so I hope I can get their characters right.

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Bronwyn looked into the mirror. To her surprise she looked very much like a man. There she stood, in her brothers old clothes. They were only just a little bit to big for her, which was a good thing, so it covered up most of her female curves. Her wavy hair was cut short but long enough that it covered up a bit of her eyes, because she found them a bit to feminine.

She cut up an old corset and made it into band that was wide enough to cover up her chest. It was pulled tight but not uncomfortable.

She let out a sigh and pulled her jacket straight.

But was it masculine enough?

With any luck they had never met a Hobbit before so they would think every Hobbit looked like this, right?

She thought about what Gandalf had told her about the quest and she still couldn't believe what she was about to do. It could be dangerous. She could get seriously hurt, or worse! She was just a little Hobbit after all, and a female at that - No, she would not degrade herself because she was a female. She could feel anger swelling up inside her. She will show that king what she was made of.

Bronwyn looked at herself in the mirror, with a stern look for the last time and gave a small nod at her reflection and walked to the kitchen to make something for her to eat.

Knock, knock!

She stood death in her tracks and turned towards the door.

Was it them? The dwarves? Or maybe Gandalf had returned?

All of her courage that she had collected only seconds ago seemed to fade away slightly. She walked to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.

There she stood eye to eye with the very first dwarf she had ever seen. He looked very masculine with broad shoulders. He was bald and his head was covered in small tattoos. He looked kind of scary to be honest.

He turned to her and took a small bow.

''Dwalin, at your service''

Bronwyn stared at him for a moment, trying not to gape at the dwarf before her.

''Br-Bilbo Baggins, at yours'' she replied trying to keep her voice low.

Bronwyn could almost slap herself. Nice going Bronwyn, you almost failed at the first change you get.

Dwalin gave her a questioning look and growled something before he stepped inside.

''Is it this way?'' He asked already walking through the hall.

''I- I'm sorry, what?'' Bronwyn said, trying to sound not to baffled by the whole situation.

''Supper!'' The dwarf replied like it was obvious.

Bronwyn looked at the distasteful sight before her. Dwalin had already eaten her supper that she was supposed to be eating and now he was ransacking her pantry.

Gandalf never mentioned that she was suppose to provide food!

And probably for the whole company of thirteen dwarves! Eru knows how much a dwarf eats. She felt totally unprepared for her guests and she knew a respectable lady hobbit was never unprepared for her guests- But before she could criticize herself any further for not being a proper

lady hobbit there was another knock at the door. She rushed towards the door and scowled at herself for thinking such unnecessary things. Being proper or not was supposed to be the last thing on her mind.

''Balin, at your service''

Bronwyn looked at the second dwarf who took a deep bow. This dwarf looked a bit older, shorter and not so intimidating as the first one. He had white hair and a long beard.

''Good evening.'' Bronwyn was so wrapped up in her thoughts about the food that she forgot to introduce herself.

The older dwarf looked up at the sky. ''Yes, yes it is. Though, I think it might rain later.''

Balin stepped inside and smiled. ''Good evening brother!''

Bronwyn saw the two dwarf look at each other affectionately when they suddenly hit their heads together with a nasty blow that made a horrid sound. To her surprise they seemed unharmed.

She saw them walking into the kitchen probably to continue plundering her pantry, when yet another knock hit the door.

This time she opened the door to find two very young looking dwarves.

''Fíli, Kíli, at your service'' they said in unison, while taking a bow.

''You must be Mister Boggins!'' The one who introduced himself as Kíli said cheerfully.

''N-no BAggins.'' She tried to correct him but he already stormed his way towards the kitchen, where they seemed to try to move the table into the hall.

''Be careful with these. I just had them sharpened.'' The blonde dwarf, who named Fíli, dropped a pair of weapons into Bronwyn's arms. They were quite heavy and she tried not to lose her balance.

Where was she supposed to keep these things?

Bronwyn looked around the house but no where seemed appropriate to place a pile full of weapons. She was still looking for a good place to put the weapons and free her arms when someone knocked on the door again.

''What in Eru's name is going on?'' Bronwyn mumbled to herself when she opened the door and a whole pile of dwarves tumbled into her house. She looked at the pile of irritated dwarves who were trying to get on their feet while pushing each other out of the way.

Bronwyn sighed in relief when she saw Gandalf standing behind the pile of dwarves.

The rest of the evening consisted of loud noises, burping dwarves and drinking. A lot of drinking.

Bronwyn could only look bewildered at the sight before her. Food flew trough the air while they were walking over the table to serve each other more ale.

Her carpet was completely ruined with mud, because no one even considered of wiping their feet. Her mothers crochet work was being used as napkins and her old grandfathers chair could hardly manage the weight of the plump red haired dwarf that was sitting on top of it. Bronwyn thought of her brother who would be furious if he saw what was going on. Running around trying to put everything back in it's original place. Bronwyn couldn't help but smile at the thought.

Bronwyn stood in the main hall for some quiet and peace.

Could she really do this? They hadn't even left Bag end yet and she felt already exhausted. She woke up from her thoughts when she felt someone tugging her sleeve.

''I'm so sorry to interrupt..'' Bronwyn looked up at the dwarf that had disturbed her and saw it was the youngest one of the company. She remembered his name was Ori. He sounded really polite and she gave him a small smile.

''What should I do with my plate?'' He held out a blue plate that belonged to her mother.

''Here you go Ori!'' Before Bronwyn could grab the plate - Fíli beat her to it and threw it to Kíli

across the room.

Bronwyn could only watch in horror when all of the dwarves started to throw with her mothers dishes. Plates and cutlery flew through the air and into the sink. She started to get extremely irritated. Why were they so reckless, did they not have any respect for another one's property? They ruined her carpet, ate every last crumb of food in her pantry and now they were singing and throwing around with her mothers dishes. There was just a small amount of rudeness that she could take for one day. She was about to tell them off - when a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Gandalf stood up from his chair. ''He is here''

Bronwyn could only think of one person Gandalf could mean.

Gandalf walked over to the door to open it but Bronwyn cut him to it.

Perfect, I can't wait to talk to this so called king. Bronwyn thought when she opened the door with a swift swing.

''Bilbo Baggins, at your service.'' Bronwyn took a deep bow and gave the king a stern look.

The dwarf raised his eyebrows but didn't look taken aback by this little creature in front of him.

Bronwyn on the other hand felt her heart sink to her shoes, if she ever wore shoes.

Before her stood a tall dwarf with long black hair and a short beard. He looked very masculine with his broad shoulders.

Even when he hadn't said anything yet, Bronwyn could tell he was a proud man, the way he stood there with his shoulders back and his head held high. There was something about him that made him look strong and heroic.

He looked at her with his stormy blue eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised.

''The Hobbit, I assume..'' He said with a low roaring voice that send chills down Bronwyn's spine.

She opened her mouth and tried to speak but her voice seemed to fail her.

He stepped past her into the house and gave her a smug smile.

He turned and observed her closely. He noticed that the fire he saw in her eyes when she opened the door was gone.

''Axe or sword, what's your weapon of choice''

''W-what?'' Bronwyn replied after she finally managed to get her voice back, not really sure where he was going with that question.

''Thought so, he looks more like a grocer than a burglar.'' A scoffing laugh leaved his lips. The other dwarves snickered behind him.

How dare he -

''And you look more like a stable boy that a king'' Bronwyn snapped.

She heard the other dwarves gasp at her remark.

Eek what had she done!? Why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut!? Of course she didn't mean it. He looked nothing like a stable boy. Everything about him felt like royalty! You only had to look at him to feel his power ooze of him.

But she just couldn't stand there and let him get away with it.

Thorin took a step closer and looked at her with an intense look.

Up close she could see silver strings through his black hair, his prominent cheekbones and he had stormy blue eyes that stared right into her brown ones.

Bronwyn felt her anxiety rising but tried not to show it on her face.

He took another step forward. His face was now so close that their noses almost touched. Bronwyn could feel her heart beating in her chest.

Why was he looking at her like that? Did he found out that she was a woman?!

Gandalf shifted beside her like he was about to interrupt when Thorin took a step backwards from her.

''Hmm.. At least he has spunk. Thorin Oakenshield, leader of this company.'' He took a small bow.

Bronwyn let out a sigh she didn't know she held in. Gandalf also let out a small sigh of relieve.

''Yes, well, let us continue our talk at the table shall we.''

He led the group dwarves towards the kitchen table. Bronwyn could still feel her heart beating and took another breath to calm herself down. A dwarf with a floppy hat gave her a amused smile. She smiled slightly in return.

She took a seat behind Gandalf, not really getting involved in the conversation they were having. She already heard the plan from Gandalf this morning anyway.

Was that only this morning? It felt way longer than that. When she woke up this morning she never had thought her day was going to end like this. She looked around the table that was filled with dwarves. She had never seen a dwarf in her life and now there are thirteen of them sitting inside her house! And at the end of the table there he was, Thorin Oakenshield King under the mountain. She remembered her brother and the stories he used to tell about Erebor and how it was taken by a dragon. How it was filled with gold and jewels so far as the eye could reach. She always loved the way he could tell stories like actually been there, but of course that would never happen.

Bronwyn suddenly felt uneasy and looked up to see fourteen pair of eyes looking at her. They all looked at her with anticipation. Eek, did I miss something?!

''P-pardon?'' Trying to get a clue on the situation.

''We're sorry, are we interrupting your thoughts that are apparently way more interesting than what we are talking about?'' Dwalin said with an irritated voice.

Thorin sighed ''Are you sure about this Gandalf? How can he be a burglar when he can't even reach the top shelf of him own home?''

Rude

Bronwyn was about to say something in her defence when she saw Gandalf rising from his seat.

''If I say that Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, than a burglar he is!'' The room went darker for a second and she could feel the floor trembling like it did before. The dwarves looked taken aback by the wizards sudden outburst.

''Hobbits are very light on their feet and they can be unseen by most if they choose.'' He continued in a softer voice.

''And besides Bilbo had already agreed to help us on this quest.'' Gandalf said with a smile and all the dwarves were looking at Bronwyn again. She felt a bit embarrassed for a moment by the attention she got. But she quickly recovered herself and stood up from her chair.

''Yes, yes I did'' She said with a firm voice, looking every dwarf straight in the eye. Dwalin just scoffed at her, Fíli and Kíli looked at each other with boyish grins and the dwarf in the floppy hat, Bofur was his name, gave her a encouraging nod. At last she looked in the stormy blue eyes of Thorin. But he just stared back at her for a moment and turned his head away not saying anything. She couldn't help but feeling a little pained by this.

''Good, that's stelled then!'' Gandalf said cheerfully. ''We will leave at dawn.''

So I've been for a few nights now and I'm exhausted but I love it! Writing is a great way to clear your head and escape the troubles of the 'real world'.

I really want to post a chapter once a week, at least. I'm definetly want to finish this story. I already thought of the most amazing scenario's for Thorin and Bronwyn! So bear with me.

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