Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 4 in So Far Gone. Thank you to those who have left reviews for this story. It does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this. I'm trying my best with trying to write out Tony in this story, but she is becoming a rather interesting character as I write her out. I can't wait to show you guys more character development in future chapters of this story. I of course am trying my best with trying to get the chapters out the best that I can without making them too short, which of course is a feature that I haven't quite gotten down just yet. Which of course is embarrassing. I hope that you guys enjoy this next chapter. Without further ado, Chapter 4. ENJOY!

Chapter 4

The meal had finished and the dwarves had left the table and began to walk around.

Bilbo grabbed a doily back from Nori frustrated with how they were acting. "Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dishcloth!"

"But it's full of holes!" Bofur said, looking at Bilbo, his brows furrowed, wondering why he had kept something full of holes.

"It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet."

"Oh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you got the balls for it."

"Bebother and confusticate these dwarves!" Bilbo said as he put the doily down in frustration.

Tony looked down, pursing her lips together rather concerned for the hobbit and how he was reacting. Honestly, she couldn't blame him for how he was reacting to the whole thing. Granted the dwarves meant well, but this was insane. They were wandering around like there was nothing that would keep them busy. She shifted slightly looking down, biting her lower lip softly.

"My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?" Gandalf said coming up to the frustrated hobbit.

"What's the matter? I'm surrounded by dwarves. What are they doing here?" Bilbo said, looking up at Gandalf with an accusing look. He couldn't believe that Gandalf had led them all here to his home, causing a major uproar in his home. He was sure that he would be the talk of the Shire if things didn't settle down soon.

"Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them." Gandalf pointed out that there was nothing wrong.

Nori had a chain of sausages over his shoulder, and Bofur grabbed them from him. They played tug-of-war with the sausages.

"I don't want to get used to them. The state of my kitchen! There's mud trod into the carpet, they've pi-pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom; they've all but destroyed the plumbing. I don't understand what they're doing in my house!"

"Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?" Ori said shyly, approaching the angered hobbit.

"Here you go, Ori, give it to me." Fili came up to Ori taking the plate from the dwarf and threw it at his brother, who threw it behind his back to Bifur who was standing at the sink.

Bifur caught it behind his back without even looking.

Fili, Kili, and the other dwarves began to throw plates, bowls, and utensils to each other, eventually throwing them in the sink to be washed. As the dishware flew through the air, Gandalf ducked to avoid getting hit by any of it.

"Oh!"

Tony pushed herself up against the wall to try and keep herself out of the way of the flying dishware.

"Excuse me, that's my mother's West Farthing crockery, it's over a hundred years old!" Bilbo said, rushing forward.

Tony took a soft breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. Honestly, she couldn't blame Bilbo for being this frustrated. Expensive dishware was always to be a family heirloom and honestly, she had her own back at home that was from her grandmother that was passed down from her mother who had it for a while.

The dwarves at the table began rhythmically drumming on the table with utensils and their fists.

"And can-can you not do that? You'll blunt them!"

"Ooh, d'hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives." Bofur said, looking over at the crew that was messing with the utensils.

Kili began to sing and the others joined in with him as they continued to throw dishware.

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you've finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

...

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

Tony moved out of the way as Bilbo huffed past her in anger into the kitchen, only to find out that all of his dishes were stacked neatly and cleanly.

The dwarves and Gandalf laughed.

Tony let out a breath shaking her head lightly. She grasped her hands shyly at her sides as she stood there and the dwarves and Gandalf continued to laugh. She could only hope that when Thorin arrived he wouldn't judge her too harshly.

Bilbo slowly went at ease seeing that nothing was broken.

Suddenly there were three loud knocks on the door, causing everyone to go silent.

"He is here," Gandalf said softly.

Tony felt her heart begin to race in her chest. She hoped that Thorin Oakenshield wouldn't judge her too harshly for being there in his company. After all, she wasn't their kind and that would probably hurt her more than what it would help her.

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This is the end of Chapter 4. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I hope to have the next chapter as soon as I can. I've been trying to work my hardest to write these chapters out to make them go smoothly. Who would you like Tony to be with? I promise whoever you guys help me choose will live in this story, but then again I might figure out later on what to do. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I'll try to update you as soon as I can. Until next time.