(Elena)

Looking over all the dwarves bustling back and forth, they raid Bilbo's pantry. The Hobbit goes back and forth trying to save what food he can as well as any furniture lifted overhead. The Dwarves dig into the pantry raiding all the cheese, meat, wine, veggies, fruits, and every other food under the sun. Every crumb is wrenched from the pantry and carried to the dining room. As they hustle and bustle about, I try my best to stay out of the way. The wide and cheeky red-haired dwarf carries out a stack of cheese barely able to see over the top.

"That's a tad excessive don't you think?" Bilbo asks as the dwarf walks by "Do you have a cheese knife?"

Bofur, wearing his special hat scoffs walking by "Cheese knife? He eats it by the block."

Bilbo then turns his attention to Oin who carries wooden chairs under his arms. As the older dwarf happily carries the chairs to the next room Bilbo shakes his finger "No, that's Grandpa Mungo's chair!"

Oin lifts up his metal trumpet to his ear unaware of anything Bilbo's said, "I can't hear what you're saying laddie." And wiggles free of Bilbo. Oin neatly sets the chairs down and I take one along with Gandalf neatly arranging all the seats. Dori, another one of the dwarves, approaches the wizard carrying a tea tray "Excuse me Gandalf, may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile tea?"

Gandalf politely refuses ducking his head down "Oh, no thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me I think."

Before the dwarf leaves the room, he gives a small smile "Uh, perhaps you would like some?' he asks extending the tray to me. I smile and take one of the very small cups "Yes, thank you."

With a nod, Dori walks off. Gandalf and I exit the dining room, the wizard ducking as to not hit the doorway. Taking a sip of the tea my nose crinkles and I hold back the gag of disgust "More like ca-ca tea. Holy mother of..."

"It seems you and Bilbo had fared throughout the day." Gandalf say forcing me to straighten myself up.

We step out into the traffic of dwarves as they pull more and more food from the pantry. As Gandalf beings counting the dwarves I nod "Yes, Bilbo has been very nice to me. We've had..."

I stop and listen as Gandalf counts the dwarves as they pass us by. Moving back and forth my eyes follow them whilst Gandalf lists them off.

"Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Ori, Nori, Dori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Balin and Dwalin. We appear to be one dwarf short."

"A dwarf short? There's someone else coming?" I ask but Dwalin speaks from his lounging place in a nearby corner.

"He is late, is all. He travelled North to a meeting of our kin. He will come."

Before I can question any further, an arm wraps around my shoulder. Looking I'm met with the dark-haired brother who sports his same goofy grin "There you are lass, say how about you help me fill up some mugs with ale, hmm?"

I nod and give a small smirk "Alright then."

(Bilbo)

All the dwarves are seated around my dining room table. They are causing more of a mess than I've ever seen. All my good food is sprawled out in heaps across the table and the pantry behind me is completely empty. Gandalf sits in the middle of the chaos, calm and collected, with Elena by his side. Fili gets atop of the table stepping on the food and my plates while spilling ale from the large mugs he gives out to some of the dwarves.

"Ale for you and an ale for you!"

Taking his own mug, he plops in his seat and they begin eating their food again. Shoveling it all in and tossing food back and forth. Crossing my arms, I fume at the sight but a very small part of me enjoys the sound and laughter. No longer is there the deafening silence.

(Elena)

It is an uproar of laughter, conversating, and shouting. The dwarves dive into the table of food taking in and grabbing as much as they can. Fili had squashed some of the food, but I have managed to snag a few bowls out of his path. Sitting next to Gandalf he helped me get some food on my own plate, but I was too busy watching everyone else eat.

Bofur with a mouth full of food calls out to his brother down the table "Bombur, catch!"

The round red-haired dwarf catches the boiled egg with ease in his mouth and lifts his fist in triumph. The dwarves get in an uproar of cheers pounding the tables and laughing.

"Wow, you think he'd gotten a touchdown." I mumble snickering at their reaction.

"Bottoms up boys!" Fili exclaims and they all tilt up their mugs practically inhaling the ale. Slamming their mugs on the table the dwarves releases their belches one by one. Chuckling and pointing at who can belch the loudest. Ori, however, takes the cake giving the loudest and longest belch.

"Oooh! We have a winner!" I exclaim pointing to the young dwarf who blushes and slides back into his seat as the others cheer.

Taking my plate into the kitchen, Fili follows behind me as we walk past Bofur leaned against the wall and Bilbo he grumbles at us all.

"What's eating' him?" Fili asks.

I giggle nervously "Uh, well, a lot I think."

"He doesn't like us being, here does he?"

Beginning to scrub my plate I shrug "It's not that- he's just surprised is all."

"And what about you? What is the mysterious human, Elena Hise doing in the Shire amongst dwarves, a Hobbit, and Wizard?"

I flash a smile, but it fades as I sigh looking back at my reflection in the sink water. Gripping the side of the sink I take in a shaky breath "Just trying to get home alive."

Fili's eyes look back at me as if he's reading my mind. Under his gaze my cheeks burn, and I smile looking away "Um, I-Gandalf invited me along. He's going to help me get back home. Hopefully I won't bother you guys for too long."

Fili cracks a smile taking a sip of his ale. I smirk "What?"

He shakes his head "Nothing. I just enjoy hearing you speak. You sound, like..."

"I'm from a different world?"

He nods eyeing me taking another sip of ale. I nod rinsing my plate and setting on the drying towel "You might be right."

(Bilbo)

"Bebother and confiscate these dwarves!"

Gandalf enters the kitchen looking concerned "My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?"

I scoff "What's the matter?" My eyes look to the sink where Fili and Elena converse. The blonde dwarf eyes me picking up on the conversation. Lowering my voice, I whisper "I'm surrounded by dwarves! What are they doing here?"

I watch as Kili leaves Elena's side at the sink. He and his brother both hoist my chain of sausages over their shoulders, both tugging back and forth. Gandalf however seems amused watching them. He smiles looking back down to me "They're quite a merry gathering, once you get use to them."

"I don't want to get use to them!" I snap and leave the kitchen with Gandalf and Elena following not far behind. Out in the hall I point to my mud splatter rug "There's mud trod into the carpet; they've pillaged the pantry! I'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom; they've all but destroyed the plumbing! I don't understand what they're doing in my house!"

Elena looks worried and clenches her hands over and over again as she has done several times throughout the day "Bilbo, it's going to be alright. They're..."

Ori interrupts and approaches me giving a tap on the shoulder "Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?"

Fili walks up to him taking the plate "Here you go Ori give it to me."

I nearly have a coronary as Fili takes the plate, quickly turning and throwing it to Kili, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Kili throws the dish into the room where Bifur stands at the sink catching the dishes before placing them neatly into the sink.

"Excuse me, that's my mother's West fathering crockery, it's over a hundred years old!"

Completely ignoring me the dwarves continue to throw the plates about. The beating and scraping erupts from the dining room and I peek in investigating. Bofur and Gloin sit at the table with their utensils, pounding them on the hard wood surface and then scraping them together.

"C-Could you please not do that?" I ask, "You'll blunt them!"

Bofur chuckles "Oooh, you hear that lads? He says well blunt the knives."

As the dish throwing cycle continues the dwarves burst into song. The melody forms and their all chanting the song.

Kili sings "Blunt the knives, bend the forks."

Fili joins "Smash the bottles and burn the corks."

All of them "Chip the glasses and crack the plaaates...that's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

The dwarves continue to throw the dishes from the dining room, to the hallway, to the kitchen, and back to the dining room, singing all the while.

"Cut the cloth, tread the fat! Leave the bones on the bedroom mat! Pour the milk on the pantry floooor, splash the wine on every door! Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl, pound them up with a thumping pole! When you're finished if they are whoooooole, send them down the hall to roll!!!"

Bofur pulls out his flute adding to the melody. He stands on the table dancing around as the dishes are thrown all about. Making my way to the kitchen to see what shattered glass is on the floor, my eyes look to the stacked sparling dishes.

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

All of my dishes stacked neatly I sigh a breath of relief. Gandalf and the dwarves laugh looking at my expression knowing good and well their musical piece and throwing the dishes about made me a nervous wreck.However, the laughter and bantering quieten down with the loud knocking on my front door.

Nervously Gandalf looks around the room and whispers "He is here."

"I'll get it!" Elena calls unaware of the disturbance hushing the group.

"Elena, wait!" I call but she is already opening the door.

We all watch her as her eyes widen when her sights are set on the individual on the other side of the door. Clenching her fists as she does when she's nervous she opens her mouth to speak but no words come. She just stares at them almost as if she's in shock. Finally the voice on the other side speaks "Who are you?"