"Have you laid out the napkins, (Y/N)?" Bilbo called from the kitchen. "Yes!" "Good. Tea will be ready in 5 minutes." I still had my yellow dress on so once I sat down at the dining table I laid a napkin across my lap so I would not get it dirty, I would hate to get any dirt on it.

"Here you go, (Y/N)," Bilbo said as he placed my food in-front of me. "Is there anything you want to drink?" He asked before finally sitting down with a flick of his dressing gown. "I have already placed some water for the both of us." I gestured to the two mugs of water in front of me. "Ah yes, well tuck in."

Bilbo reached for his knife and fork put paused when there was an unexpected knock at our door. We both exchanged a look as we both knew we weren't expecting company. "Stay here (Y/N), i'll go get that." He stood up and went to the door to find out who was on the other side. As curious as I was as to who was at the door I remained seated, still listening to the mystery person at our door.

"Dwalin...at your service." A deep, scottish voice spoke from the door. I rose from the bench and peered my head around the doorframe, to try and see who was introducing himself at the door, but I couldn't see enough. "Uh Bilbo Baggins. At yours, do we know each other?" I heard a man stomp into the house and I reeled back to pretend I hadn't been listening.

"No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?" I could feel the man walking through the hobbit hole as his boots stomped onto the wood, the vibrations reaching me all the way in the dining room. "Is...is what down where?" "Supper. He said they would be food, lots of it." I could hear the man dump something heavy into Bilbo's arms. "He said? Who said?"

My eyes widened when a large man entered the dining room. He had a large build, his shoulders broad and he wore many layers and fur coats. His hair was dark and ran down to below his shoulders however, he had a large bald spot in the centre of his head with tattoos and ruins running across it and he had a large beard, the same colour as his hair.

"Ah, Good evening, lassie." He smiled through his thick beard and bowed his head to me in quite a respectful manner. "Good evening," I wiped my hands on my dress whilst chuckling "My name is (Y/N) Baggins." I reached out my hand for him to shake but I awkwardly brought it down when he didn't shake it back.

"Dwalin ." He announced what I'm guessing was his name. "Well it's lovely to meet you Dwalin. However, I do have a few questions." I slowly lowered into my seat as he wondered over to the table. "Yes?" "Why are you here?" I blinked. He sat himself down where Bilbo was meant to sit. "Supper. Is this fish?" "Oh, um yes. Help yourself." I was rather intimidated by this man and the axe strapped to his back so I let him have what was on my plate as well as Bilbos.

"(Y/N)." Bilbo called from across the room, beside the doorframe. I excused myself and went around the table to Bilbo by the door. "Father." I said keeping one eye on the mysterious man sitting at our dining table. "Please can you go to your room whilst I direct our...guest, to the door"

Another knock echoed throughout the house. Bilbo made some form of a sound, a whimper, as he storms off to open the door. An awkward silence was held between Dwalin and I. I tried to spark a conversation but it didn't go to plan. "Do you travel from far?" I started the conversation. "Somewhere in Middle Earth." He shrugged. "Should we expect anymore guests?" Dwalin shrugged again. Well that went well.

"Am I late?" Yet another man helped himself into our home with a more respectful tone yet still with a strong accent. "Late for what?" Bilbo asked, his tone spiking high. Dwalin had made his way to the front door so I followed him. "Oh! Ha-Ha! Evening Brother." A wide man entered the house and made his way towards Dwalin. He was short and wide, he had white, curly hair and a long white beard which split in the middle, the two partings curled up at the bottom.

"By my beard," Dwalin spoke approaching the other Dwarf and I'm only noticing now how strong his accent was "You're shorter and wider than last we met." "Wider not shorter," The short dwarf corrected him, although I don't see how that's any better "Sharp enough for the both of us."

They both chuckled. I squeezed past them to get to Bilbo but I was startled by a loud, hallow bang. I spun around to see that the two Dwarfs had smashed heads. They didn't even flinch they just continued to chuckle. What on earth is happening...

"What is happening?" Bilbo repeated my exact thought to himself. I could see that Father was overwhelmed so I tried to reason with the Dwarfs. "Um, excuse me" I politely butted into their conversation "I am not entirely sure you have the right house-" I was cut off by Bilbo who was following behind the two dwarves. "No (Y/N) it's fine, you stay here i'll deal with these...Dwarfs."

Bilbo followed behind Dwalin and Balin? I didn't entirely hear. He followed close behind them as they helped themselves to the large stock of Ale in the pantry. I exhaled with my hands on my hips until yet another knock at the door. "I'll get it, Father!" I jumped at the opportunity to greet yet, most likely, another guest. "No, (Y/N), don't do it!" Bilbo was about to chase after me but he began to tell off the Dwarfs as they spilled something on the floor. "Now look what you've done!" Bilbo exclaimed at the dwarves which made me bite back a smile.

I swung open the door to two young dwarfs, possibly around my age, maybe a few years older. The older one, on the left, was blond and had blue eyes, like the sea, the bottomless blue. His golden beard had two braids, one on each side and he was the tallest out of the two. He looked simply kind and loyal to anyone he meets.

My eyes wondered over to the young, more handsome dwarf standing next to him. He had long, wavy dark hair and a dark stubble for a beard and a pair of warm, enchanting brown eyes, he had eyelashes every girl dreams of and strong a jaw line. I couldn't help the immediate thoughts that jumped into my head. He's beautiful. No! Why are you thinking like this?

I realised that I had been staring at the younger dwarf for way too long. I tried to say something but the blond one beat me too it. "Fili." "And Kili." The younger dwarf added. Kili. "At your service." They said in sync, with a much lighter accent, so light I nearly missed it, whilst bowing their heads and it occurred to me how charming they seemed, and I barely know them.

They rose again, Fili embraced me with a warm smile whilst Kili resumed to his resting face whilst staring deep into my eyes. Look away. But I cant. "You must be the daughter of Mr Boggins." Kili said as he reached his hand out to me. "Oh yes. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you , both of you." I nervously chuckled. I put my hand in Kilis and shook it, heat rapidly flooding my face.

My face dropped when I heard Bilbo run up behind me to shoo away the two dwarves. "Nope, no way you have got the wrong house." He grabbed onto the edge of the door and was about to shut it. "What?" Kili rammed his foot in the door before Bilbo could shut it in his face "Has it been cancelled?" His eyes widened with concern. "No one told us." Fili poked his head in the gap.

"Ca- cancelled? No nothings been cancelled." Bilbos face twisted in confusion. "Oh that's a relief." Kili pushed the door in and helped himself in with Fili following behind. Why do all Dwarfs help themselves into people's houses? Bilbo began to stumble backwards but luckily I caught him before he fell. "Thank you, (Y/N)." "Yep." I exhaled.

"Here you go, be careful, I just had them sharpened." Fili lifted a single eyebrow as he dumped a handful of sharp and incredibly dangerous swords and daggers into Bilbos hands. "This place is nice. Did you do it yourself?" Bilbos face dropped in horror when he saw Kili scrapping the dirt of his boots on his grandmothers glory box. "Can you get your boots off my grandmothers glory box!" He snapped, nearly toppling over with the weaponry in his arms.

My jaw dropped at the switch in manners in these dwarves, charming the one minute and no physical awareness of their surroundings the next. Kili dropped his boots and apologized "I am terribly sorry, Mr Boggins." "It's alright I guess," He rolled his eyes before dumping Filis weapons into a chest beside him, "Wait, who's Mr Boggins?"

Kili turned to me beside held out his arm. "Would you bring me to the rest of my company?" He requested with a playful grin, I linked his arm. "Of course, they are in the dining room, now I suppose." I showed him to the dining room where I have accepted this company of dwarves: Dwalin, Balin and Fili that had already re-arranged the whole room.

"Kili." Dwalin smacked a hand on Kili's shoulder and Kili looked at him like he was an old friend. "Mr Dwalin." He stated with amazement, as if they hadn't met in years. Maybe they hadn't. Kili turned to me with a childish smile before he was pulled away by Dwalin. This is a strange night.

Bilbo was pacing in the hallway. "Father, you have gone red. What is troubling you?" "What is troubling me? What's troubling me is that there are now 4 Dwarfs in our home and they have already eaten all my cheese and scones! How do two Dwarfs manage to do that? Please tell me because I don't know anymore!"

Another knock came from outside of the door. Bilbo threw his hands in the air. "I don't believe this!" "Calm Father. Think of your books, fireplace, blankets or whatever calms you down." I called. I watched Bilbo open the door to roughly 9 Dwarfs toppling onto each other and then our front doormat.They were all different shapes and sizes, some old and some younger.

"Get off me ya' big lump!" One of them struggled under the largest dwarf. I felt bad for him. He had red hair which was in one long braid, he also had a bald spot at the top of his head. He was looking around wide-eyed with flushed cheeks. His friend under him was throwing his arms around as he was being squished.

I ran over to the red headed dwarf and pulled him up. "Are you okay?" I asked as I brushed a bit of dirt off his shoulder. He nodded incredibly flustered."What's your name?" I asked. "Bombur." He opened his arms out and bowed. "Well, Bombur, my names (Y/N)." All of a sudden, without any warning, Bombur threw his arms around me and squeezed me tight. I whimpered as he crushed me in his arms. "Okay!" I croaked "It's nice to meet you Bombur." He let go and I could finally breath again. Strong grip.

Behind the pile of dwarves Gandalf, the wizard from before, crouched and poked his head in through the top of the green circle door. Bilbo sighed. "Gandalf."