The Weight We Carry
Chapter One - An Unexpected Party
‘Damned Dwarves and damned Wizards' was what rang inside the mind of Bilbo Baggins as he attempted to regain his composure after his... guests had precariously thrown and kicked about his dear mother's West-Farthing pottery while singing an extremely impolite song to complete the madness.
"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"
Gandalf the Grey - a Wizard whom Bilbo could suddenly understand his father's dislike of - sat in his seat with the most smug, shit-eating grin he'd seen since his cousins' last visit. Though their laughter and cheer didn't last long, finally dying down upon the dreaded sound echoing through the halls.
Three. Knocks.
Three hard raps on his beautiful, freshly painted door. When will this ever end?! After all of this and now he was expected to welcome more?!
Gandalf stood and swept from the room with far too much excitement for the comfort of a Hobbit. Regardless, he complacently followed with a flick of irritation from his tail for good measure which the old bastard of course completely ignored. Mostly to ensure that no more damage could be done to his poor home, though he doubted these bastards would listen if he tried. And goodness had he tried.
As the Dwarves crowded behind each of the doorways behind them, peeking out enthusiastically, Bilbo mentally prepared himself for whoever was getting everyone so worked up and prayed to Yavanna that the night would soon be over.
He watched Gandalf bend down to open the door graciously instead of stepping aside and waiting for Bilbo to do it himself. The cold night air filtered inside Bag End in a gust of wind, warmth seeping out alongside the light which illuminated the figures outside.
The golden glow which perfectly displayed the three individuals on his doorstep.
Three more blasted Dwarves.
Three more blasted Dwarrow to fill his home and ruin his night, probably will stomp around and demand food that he didn't ha- wait.
Were they... Oh goodness.
His irritation dissipated within seconds, quickly being replaced by the kind of confusion, awe and amazement that knocked the air from his lungs as he looked the newcomers up and down.
The three Dwarrow all wore the exact same dark blue cloaks and armor and fur lining, same clothes down to their steel-toed boots, all bearing the same oil-black, thick, wavy hair and similar beards.
From their... mesmerizing blue, stone cut eyes, to build. From head to toe.
They were identical.
(The rest is on ao3, I will be making an attempt to publish new chapters weekly, hope you enjoy!)
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