Bilbo had just sat down for dinner when the doorbell rang. His face contorted in displeasure. Who on earth would visit at dinner time? With great effort Bilbo rose from his dinner and went to retrieve the door.
He opened the door to reveal a rather large stranger. He was heavily built, covered in tattoos and was a good foot taller than Bilbo could ever hoped to be. So Bilbo stood a bit straighter.
The tall man looked down upon him.
“Dwalin, at your service. Now where’s the food?” The burly man, Dwalin, pushed his way into his house without so much as a by-your-leave. Bilbo shut the door in shock and followed the man into the dining room who then sat down where Bilbo had been and proceeded to eat his dinner. Bilbo sat down on a seat in the corner.
Before he could grumble for too long, the doorbell rang again.
At the door was a slightly shorter man then the previous but still taller than Bilbo. He had white hair spiking in all different directions and a much friendlier face but he was no less built.
“Balin, at your service.”
“Bilbo, at yours.” Came the automatic reply.
“Has my brother arrived yet?” Bilbo frowned. Who were these people?
An answering call came from the dining room and Balin made his own way into the house to follow the sound. Bilbo also followed after he shut the door once more.
“Brother!” Dwalin called out and they shared a headbutt that made Bilbo wince sympathetically. The doorbell rang once again and Bilbo cursed his luck to whatever God was listening because surely they were condemning him.
He went to the door and opened it to reveal too brothers.
“At your service!” They finished together.
Bilbo secretly wondered how long they had practiced that. He noticed that these two were younger than Dwalin and Balin but no less built (a common trait at the moment). Fili, the taller one, had blonde hair drawn into braids down the side of his face and beads in his moustache. While, Kili had long black hair which didn’t look like it had ever been brushed. Both were eagerly bouncing in waiting.
“Bilbo Baggins, at yours. The rest of you are inside.” He said with a sigh, stepping aside to let them in and shutting the door behind them. He went to follow them when the doorbell rung once more.
With great effort on his tolerance he opened the door once more, only to have a pile of people fall onto him.
“Ughh,” Bilbo groaned as everyone scrambled to get up. With a helping hand, he was launched onto his feet only to find a familiar grinning man in grey.
Gandalf eyes twinkled and soon Bilbo found himself in the dinner room, surrounded by people he didn’t know who were eating his food and moving his furniture.
“Gandalf! Who are these people?!” Bilbo yelled over the collective noise.
“Dancers?! Why are there dancers in my house?”
Gandalf just twinkled and tapped his nose.
Bilbo caught sight of a guy in a hat banging his knives against the table.
“Don’t do that! You’ll blunt the knives!”
“Do you hear that boys? He says we’ll blunt the knives?”
A cheer rose up among the dancers before the one with the hat stood up on the chair.
“Blunt the knives,
Bend the forks… ” he started singing and Bilbo groaned. A stamping started and soon enough his plates were flying through the air and people were flipping over the table and up the walls.
Bilbo sighed with resignation. He thought he’d left this world behind. Gandalf knew that. He didn’t dance anymore and if Gandalf thought differently, he was in for a surprise.
The song and dance ended suddenly and the room went silent for the first time this evening since they’d arrived.
A dramatic knock sounded around the room and Bilbo rose once more to answer the traitorous door.
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