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(Aian's pov)

I knocked on the big green door with the mark Gandalf had placed. Laughter and shouts came from inside. A voice floated to me, sounding annoyed.

"Go away! There's no one home!"

I sighed and knocked again. That poor hobbit sounded awfully flustered and angry.

'It must be all those dwarves I hear. The poor fellow probably doesn't know what's going on. He sounds annoyed.'

The door was ripped open, nearly flying off its hinges, and I smiled at the Hobbit that stood in the doorway.

"You must be Bilbo Baggins. May I come in?"

"O-of course, my dear. Do you mind my asking what your name is?"

"No, of course not! I'm sorry for not introducing myself sooner. Aian, the dwarf at your service! I am here for a meeting. Am I late?"

"I don't know because I don't know about any of this! Here, the rest of the dwarves are in the dining room. This way, Miss Aian."

"Thank you, Mr. Baggins. Your home is lovely."

And it was. I was standing at the end of a long hallway. It was cozy and warm. Light streamed from a room where Bilbo had disappeared. I shrugged off my dark green cloak and headed after him. Gandalf appeared in the doorway and hugged me.

"Ah, Aian I'm glad you came. Come here, have you ate?"

"No, I'm afraid I haven't, Gandalf. I came as soon as I got your message. What quest do you need me for? I'm ready for any kind of adventure."

"Let's speak of that later. Now here, everyone, this is Aian. She is your fourteenth member."

Thirteen pairs of eyes turned to look at me. Twelve dwarves and Bilbo. A dwarf with a superior air stood up. He was tall, for a dwarf at least, and he turned to glare at me with piercing brown eyes.

"And who are you?" he asked me.

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