It seemed like an eternity had passed until the Baggins siblings heard the boisterous noise that accompanied the Dwarves, their complaints about having stayed at their house almost making Bilbo turn back around and take Bella home, almost, but still he shouted for them to wait, making Bella roll her eyes yet again since leaving Bag End.

The dwarves and Wizard came to a halt, everyone turning around to see the siblings arrive, breathless, with Bella's presence surprising them all, for she looked nothing like the angry lady they'd met the previous night, her brother's slacks showing off her legs, her shirt was a little baggy and her hair was in a complete state of disarray, her curls were all over the place due to her running.

Bilbo let go of his sister, finally in her opinion, and walked towards a fully white-haired dwarf breathing out "We signed it."  he handed the same dwarf the contract and watched as he reviewed the contract.

"We have no need for two Hobbits." The Prince stated loudly, making the wizard shoot him a glare and the Hobbitess roll her eyes at him "Listen here Oakenshot," Bella began, not missing but ignoring when the Prince corrected her "I don't want to be here as much as your Royal Pain wants me here. So how about you keep your mining nose out of my hair and I'll keep my drawing fingers away from your coat."

The Prince obviously didn't enjoy the attitude but kept quiet for his company's sake, clearly seeing that the young Hobbitess had a remark for everything.

"My brother and I can share the profit unless I'm assuming, we find things on the road then I'm keeping those." she told him, her blue eyes locking with his sapphires ones challenging him, in all honestly Thorin wouldn't have it any other way, a low but audible grunt left his lips.

The white-haired dwarf breaks the silence that had ensued by stating "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, Lady Baggins to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." Bilbo looked back at his sister with a smile on his lips, one that she did not return. "Give them a pony." Thorin ordered, turning back ahead. The blonde dwarf from the previous night approached her with a pony, giving her a teasing smile, one that she replied with a glare, still not having forgotten about his trespassing.

"No, no, that won't be necessary. Thank you. I'm sure I can keep up on foot. I've done my fair share of walking holidays, you know? Even got as far as Frogmorton once." Bilbo rambled while his sister climbed onto her new pony with easy, her trips to Bree having given her the upper hand in that case. "You've ridden a pony before m'lady." the honey-haired dwarf teased, a pour attempt to make conversation.

"I reckon you still have my drawing." Bella countered, fixing the reins before she used a ribbon to pull her hair into a braid down her back, surprising the dwarves around her with the quick pace and precision that she did it. "Uncle has it in reality." a brunette dwarf replied as he and the honey-haired one picked up Bilbo and placed him on the other pony.

A groan of annoyance left her lips as she gripped the reins of the horse and shot a glare at every dwarf, not knowing which one was indeed their uncle. She found herself riding in the middle of the group, next to a dwarf that had a horn like object to his ear and another one that seemingly didn't speak the common tongue, watching as pouches of money were being flung back and forth, she was not dim, she knew that they had taken wages on whether her brother would show up or not.

It wasn't long before she found her way towards the front of the group, riding next to Thorin, not missing the annoyed look that he shot her, "I hear you have my drawing." she told him, a lie which Thorin could easily taste, he knew she didn't know for sure but she was asking him because he was the leader.

"Aye." was the only answer he gave her, his eyes returning to the road, "I want it back." she told him, her tone just like his, Thorin ignored her knowing fully well by the dragon-like anger that grew in her eyes that she was displeased with his lack of reply or movement. "I wasn't requesting it." she snapped, her knuckles growing with the strength she was holding the reins.

"You're not getting it back. You drew the halls of my kingdom and although Gandalf claims you have a gift, to me you are a witch." Thorin told her, not taking his eyes of the road, "A-A-A wi- A witch!" Bella sputtered offended, cheeks flaming with anger, "I'm no witch! I'm a Hobbit, from the Shire!" her words her strong and hot showcasing how much he had offended her.

"How did you draw the halls of my home when you never saw it?" his words were low and calm, contrasting her own, "Unless of course you are a witch." an indescribable noise left Bella's lips as she clenched her jaw, desperately wishing she could hit the Prince next to her with the pot that was on Bilbo's pony.