Bilbo had been informed that his guests would arrive around noon. He skipped breakfast and his normal snack since he had been so nervous.
Noon passed. Then it was one thirty. ‘Where are these bloody-? ‘He was immediately cut off by the doorbell ringing. He jumped up from the table, stumbled to the door, and tried to compose himself as whoever stood on the other side of his large green door waited impatiently, resorting to beating and knocking on the door.
Bilbo took a deep breath, swiftly opened the door and began his introduction, “Hello, I’m Bilbo Baggins, and I’ll assume you’re here about the rooms?” Bilbo calmed himself enough to scan over the two in his doorway. Two very young men, maybe Frodo’s age, stood on the porch. One with long blond hair and a thick, short beard along with a mustache, and the other who had extremely messy, dark brown hair and only a bit of fuzz on his face.
They seemed to pay no mind to what Bilbo said, walking right past him as they were allowed in. They looked around and he became nervous. Eventually, they turned to him smiling, “Well, hello Mr. Boggins!” The blond, most likely the older of the two, started, “I would like to thank you for allowing us and our friends to stay in your home!” The brown haired boy lied down on the couch, leisurely stroking his hair. “Yeah, nice place you have here!”
Bilbo cleared his throat, “It’s quite alright. And you two are…?” The blond grinned, “Fili…” the brunette stuck his hand in the air, “…and Kili!” Bilbo thought for a moment before continuing, “Right and you mentioned friends?” Bilbo was fin with a few more people, he just expected the two available rooms to be filled with these two boys alone.
Kili turned to look at his host, noticing the scared look on his face. He wished to press the matter and make this overly-gentle-looking man squirm, but was interrupted by his brother, “Yes, I hope they won’t be too much…”
Bilbo nodded, walking toward the hall. “Anyway, would you like me to guide you to your rooms?” When he turned on his heel the two were already close behind him looking over joyed. Bilbo nodded, “Right this way then…” As they stood in front of the doors, the bell rang again. “You should get that!” Kili and Fili immediately rushed into either room, leaving Bilbo to get the door.
Yet another exhale and the door was heaved open. “Hello, I’m Bilbo Baggins. It seems your friends are already…..here?” He faltered as he looked up at thee man in front of him. He had to have been two heads taller than he was. His face expressed anger, and the tattoos on his bald head terrified poor Bilbo, along with the grizzly looking beard he adorned. “Dwalin.” Bilbo visibly shook, watching the man duck into his house and look around as the brothers had done. “W-would you like me to sh-show you where-“another quickly shoved his way through the entrance.
An old man with a long grey beard and jolly face entered, plucked Bilbo’s hand up in his, shaking it vigorously. “Balin!” “Bilbo…Baggins,” he said with a nod.
“Where’s the food?” Dwalin asked as he entered the kitchen. The brothers immediately ran out at the sound of their friend’s booming, demanding voice. “Dwalin! You’re here!” They latched onto the man, holding on as tight as they could, but were shoved away. Balin walked off to the kitchen to join them.
Just as Bilbo was about to close the door, a boot was stuck into the crack and it flew open, blowing Bilbo off into the wall. A man with a strange hat and long braided brown hair, along with a brown beard much like Fili’s, entered. His line of vision went straight to the man on the floor. “Well, don’t just sit there! That’s no place for our host! Even if he has such a short stature!” The man lifted him from the ground, staring at him deeply. Bilbo almost shivered in discomfort at the close proximity. “Bofur,” the man greeted as he walked off.
Behind him came a very large man with striking red hair. “Bombur,” he stated as he shook Bilbo’s hand. Then behind him was a rather deranged looking man, a black beard with traces of white, who shook his fist at him, glaring into his soul, chanting words from an otherworldly language. The large man clarified, “Bifur.”
The three walked off to greet the others. ‘Wait…how many was that? Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Balin, Bofur, Bo-,’ Bilbo’s thoughts were cut off as another trio waltzed in. ‘MORE!?’ They stood in the threshold in a line. The oldest stretched out his hand to Bilbo, “I am Dori. This is Nori,” he said pointing to the man with such bizarre looking hair, “And this is Ori. Don’t feel bad if they don’t talk to you right away, they’re shy!” Nori huffed as he walked along, and Ori followed close behind. As Dori went to follow them Bilbo could see such intricate braids all around the old man’s head.
Bilbo was able to sort his thoughts as they all crammed into his kitchen. His poor…poor kitchen….He counted everyone who came through. ‘Ten….there are ten bloody people in my house!? How will they squeeze themselves into only two rooms?’ Just as that thought flew by, yet another two came through the door! Bilbo was ready to break down into a hysterical fit of laughter. This had to be a joke, right? RIGHT!?
“Oin.” “Gloin.” After their short introduction, they continued bickering on their way straight to the kitchen as if they had predicted they would all meet in that room. Bilbo rubbed at his eyes, believing it all to be a dream, when another ring sounds through the house. “The damned door is open! Just get in here!” he exclaimed.
He was so fed up with the crowd in his house, he didn’t care anymore. But when he finally looked up at this one man who came in, his brain turned to mush. Long, jet black hair sprouted from his head and he had a very thick, nice beard. He appeared to be very calm and thoughtful as he too, looked around his house. His piercing blue eyes landed on Bilbo and he almost gave an amused look. Bilbo, however, squeaked at suddenly being noticed and tried his greeting once more, “H-hello, I’m Ba-Bilbo B-Baggins…” The man nodded, “Thorin Oakenshield.”
Something about the man’s smooth voice made Bilbo slightly uncomfortable, but for now, he didn’t care. He watched this man walk off to join the others, who he could now clearly hear pillaging his pantry. As he was about to rush off to stop them, he heard a cough come from behind him. He turned to find…