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Bilbo
I sit down with excitement at the sight of evening dinner,
My love for food is the reason, I'm not getting any thinner,
I tie the napkin round my neck, and pull closer my dish,
It's my favourite meal, a juicy piece of fish,
But as I move towards the plate I hear a loud ring,
The sound makes the halls, of quiet Bag-end sing,
"Who on Earth" I mutter as I stand from my chair,
A visitor this late, how odd it is, how rare.
I pull the brass latch and open the heavy door
And there stands a man I have never seen before,
Or perhaps not a man I think, he seems to lack the height,
As his silhouette stands out against the starry night,
He doesn't seem to hesitate, stepping inside undaunted,
And as the light his face reveals, scarred and rather haunted,
"Dwalin at your service" he says in a low tone,
And now there is a visitor, the idea I bemoan.
"He said that there'd be food" he continues, hanging his coat,
I think about my dinner before clearing my throat,
He makes his way like a hound to the table and my seat,
And picks up my knife and fork, my supper he does to eat.
I feel my heart jump as a second ring roars,
And the Dwarf now turns to me, "that'll be the door"
There is a smile in his eyes, as he gestures to the front
I have no words in reply, only a nervous grunt.
I rip the door open and another stands there,
A rather old fellow with locks of silver hair,
"Balin at your service" he says with a low bow,
And I can feel a worried frown forming on my brow,
He passes me his scarlet coat as he looks about the room,
I fear if there are any more, my food they will consume,
Then I hear his voice boom " Oh Hello there brother!",
And it seems that these two dwarves know one another.
The speak about how they've grown fat, or decreased in height,
All I can do is think, about my pantry with much fright,
Its then the bells rings again, and the chances I can't believe
I don't want any more guests, I'd be happy to see them leave,
I pull the door again with a less than graceful tug,
And there stand two more, side by side, their faces rather smug,
"Fili and Kili" they say, as if it's been rehearsed,
And with these two more guests, I find myself cursed.
Dwalin grabs the young one with the brunette hair,
And they both stroll through my house, without a single care,
They'll eat my food, all my stocks, I WONT HAVE ANY CAKE,
Oh god, letting them inside was a big mistake,
The door rings yet again, and I cannot believe my luck,
In an awkward situation I have found myself stuck,
How am I to tell them that they have the wrong house?
It is Wednesday, could it be?... GANDALF THAT LOUSE!
That bloody Wizard has gone and organised a feast,
No good grey haired vagabond is an outright beast!
What a cruel trick to pull, inviting a parade,
To go on that adventure, he thinks that I'll be swayed,
I throw my arms above my head, "There is nobody home!"
Across the damn country he thinks I'm going to roam,
I open the door once again and they fall at my feet,
And there stands Gandalf, looking rather replete.
A group of them I count, numbering eight,
Add the four in my kitchen, this night is going great,
Its then they all begin to rummage, through my food as they please,
One of them hauling three blocks, of my finest cheese,
Apparently his name is Bombur, and he eats it by the block,
Much to my disbelief, and disheartened shock,
And the two brothers carry, my whole barrel of ale,
Apparently dwarves stomach from drink, do avail.
They sit around and lay my food, create a big display,
Half of it being wasted much to my dismay,
They toss the salad, and send eggs flying across the room,
Hardly any of my stocks do they actually consume,
The one with the strange hat then pulls out a fiddle,
and the others all begin to join, little by little,
They blunt my knives and bend my forks, and laugh at my alarm,
And yet to my highest surprise, no dishes come to harm.
I thought the party was complete until the bell called out again,
The laughter stopped and to my front door their attention was obtained,
"He is here" one mumbled in and amongst the crowd,
And when I swung open the entrance, there he stood quite proud,
He let himself inside our introduction was quite brief,
And turning to Gandalf he asked, "This is our new thief?"
I admit I was confused, did this well dressed dwarf mean me?
And finally, the meaning behind the gathering I can see.
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