The two Hobbit's stood by the door as a pile of Dwarves were at their feet, struggling to get up. The wizard had to crouch through the door to get in, as Bilbo was not impressed by this invasion in his home. The Dwarves on the floor managed to get up after pushing one another off. As they removed there weapons, and coats and dropped them; anywhere in the house and one by one they made there way to the Hobbit's kitchen to greet their comrades. Freya was so overwhelmed being surrounded by these Dwarves, that she didn't hear her cousin yelling until she was shoved out of the way by a few Dwarves carrying food.

" Those are my plates!", Bilbo shouted in anger to one Dwarf, only to be distracted by another. " Excuse me! Not my wine.", the Hobbit continued to get annoyed when another Dwarf started scurrying by the Hobbit with his jam. " Put that back. Put that Back! Not the jam, please...Excuse me...", Bilbo freaked in exhaustion when Bombur; one of the biggest Dwarf in the company, came waling out of the pantry with three entire wheels of cheese. " Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?", Bilbo asked looking a bit shock from all this.

" Cheese knife? He eats it by the block.", a Dwarf explained that wore a black hat, known as Bofur. Bilbo scratched his head when he turned and saw his cousin standing in the hall under one of the doorways, he gave her a blank expression; she couldn't help but smirk at her cousin as she watched him trying to deal with his uninvited guest. He put his hands on his hips and gave her an frustrated look, as she just shook her head and laughed, actually finding it entertaining to see her cousin act around these Dwarves. He was about to join his cousin's when he got distracted yet again, by Oin and Gloin walking through the hall carrying chairs from one of the Hobbits rooms.

" No, no, that's Grandpa Mungo's chair! No, I'm sorry, you'll have to take it back please. take it back...it's antique, not for sitting on! Thank you! That's a book, not a coaster. Put that map down, thank you!", Bilbo continued to argue with the Dwarves in the kitchen as Freya followed him into the kitchen, encase he needed some help. Bilbo was now arguing with Oin, who didn't always hear things correctly, as he pointed to his ear for the Hobbit, but wasn't in the mood to listen.

" Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf." Dori politely interrupted

" Yes?" The wizard answered.

" May I tempt you with a nice cup of chamomile tea?" Dori offered the wizard, as he carried a tray with two tiny tea cups, and a teapot. The Wizard turned to look at the Dwarf.

" Oh, no, thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me, I think." Gandalf insisted as he left the food room, to another room. Freya saw how disappointed the Dwarf looked and she was mildly shock to see some of these Dwarves did in fact have manners, though it was very rare to see; especially the Dwarves that were in this home. As the young Hobbit woman observed the room that had the Dwarves in, she noticed they all had their own unique way of braiding there hair and beards. She was in deep thought, that she didn't notice a Dwarf had approached her.

" Excuse me lass, but can I tempt you with a cup of tea? Or would you like some red wine as well?" Dori offered.

" Oh, a cup of tea sounds lovely." Freya said to the Dwarf. His smiled perked up; as he poured the hot tea from the pot, into the tiny cup and handed it to the woman.

" Thank you so much." Freya said happily as the Dwarf blushed and gave her a little bow before leaving her presence to get the wizard a glass of wine. The wizard walks out of the dining room, trying to avoid the scurrying Dwarves. He hits his head on the chandelier and quickly steadies it before it breaks, as he begins counting off his fingers.

" Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori--" The wizard counts, until he sees the Hobbit fighting over a bowl of tomatoes with Ori.

"No, no not my prize-winners, thank you." Bilbo snarled as he finally got his tomatoes back from the Dwarf and went to go put them away. Freya found her cousin quite amusing tonight and she shook her head laughing.

" Ori!--" The wizard finished as he was interrupted by Bifur, who could only speak Dwarfish now. As he muttered something in his strange language, Freya's eyes went wide listening to this, curious as to what he was saying.

" Yes, you're quite right, Bifur.--" The wizard trailed off as Bifur left, and Gandalf turned to scan the room and sighed.

" What's wrong?" Freya wondered, seeing the wizards concerned expression.

" We appear to be one Dwarf short." The wizard admitted as he turned to Dwalin; as Freya noticed he seemed to be the strong fearless Dwarf out of this bunch.

" He is late, is all. He travelled North to a meeting of our kin. He will come." Dwalin insured the Wizard, knowing he would be here eventually.

" Mr. Gandalf?" Dori called behind him.

" Hmm?" Gandalf answered, turning to look at Dori.

" A little glass of red wine, as requested. It's, eh, got a fruity bouquet. " Dori stated as he tasted the wine from his own glass, and gave the wizard his.

" Ah, cheers." The wizard said as he drinks the tiny cup of wine. Then looks sadly at the cup, wanting a little more. He looked down at the Hobbit girl and at her tiny tea cup that was still half full of tea as she took another sip.

" Who is still coming?" Freya wondered as she looked at the wizard.

" The one who will be leading this company. " The wizard stated. She noticed the wizard hadn't answered her question fully; he wouldn't give her a name. She was about to ask the wizard more about this quest when she caught sight of her cousin standing in front of the pantry. She walked over to her cousin and saw his shell shocked expression and wondered if it was safe to say one word to him. As Bilbo continued to have a meltdown about his empty pantry, the woman turned to the kitchen table that was filled with delicious food, from the Hobbits pantry; as the Dwarves were about to enjoy there grand feast with all his food. They begin to stuff there faces and throwing the food at each other, making a big mess all over the table and floor, making the two Hobbit's look in disgust. Freya joined the table, sitting in the only available chair was beside the wizard and Balin. She was not pleased with the way some were treating Bilbo's home, but she was oddly curious about these Dwarves and wanted to know more about them, where Bilbo only wish to be rid of them before they destroy his beautiful home.

A young Dwarf with Blonde hair brought a round of Ale for everyone including Freya, who took it placed it in front of her. The Dwarves counted and all of them began to down their Ale, as it ran down their faces into there beards as they slam their drinks back on the table, making the woman jump at the loud sound. They begin burping; the youngest, Ori, lets out the biggest burp. The Dwarves laughed, as Bilbo and Freya look away in disgust. Freya pushes her Ale over to Balin who thanked her for it. The Dwarves got up from the table and begin wondering around the Hobbit hole. Freya went to go find her cousin, before he loses his mind anymore.

" Excuse me, that is a dolly, not a dishcloth!" Bilbo snarled at Nori, not wanting to play anymore games with these Dwarves.

" But it's full of holes!" Bofur pointed out. The Hobbit rolled his eyes shaking the doily before putting it away.

" It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet." Bilbo pointed out. His cousin smirked, her cousin wasn't going to give up, trying to get rid of these Dwarves. Besides there manners, that Freya had seen, she found there company rather enjoyable and they were quite humorous.

" Oh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you got the balls for it." Bofur stated seriously, making his comrades laugh at the frustrated Hobbit even more. Freya joined the wizard as they found Bilbo muttering to himself.

" Be-bother and confusticate these Dwarves!" Bilbo cursed. Freya cocked an eyebrow in shock, she had never heard her cousin curse before, not even about the Sackville Baggins's.

" My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?" The wizard asked the frustrated Hobbit, who was still clearly upset with the wizard who had now destroyed his peaceful, quiet life.

" What's the matter? I'm surrounded by Dwarves. What are they doing here?" Bilbo demanded, even Freya had been wondering this exact question since she had arrived to find them here.

" Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them." Gandalf insisted, hoping to calm the Hobbit's nerves.

" I don't want to get used to them. The state of my kitchen! There's mud trod into the carpet, they've pi-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!" Bilbo freaked, as he huffed and put his hands on his hips, trying to make himself seem bigger. Freya looked at her cousin bewildered, she had no idea how upset these Dwarves had made him.

" Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?" Ori asked, as Freya put her hand to her forehead, shaking her head not wanting to witness what her cousin would do next.

" Here you go, Ori, give it to me." Fili instructed the young Dwarf as he took the plate from Ori and throws it to his brother Kili, who throws it behind his back to Bifur who is standing at the sink in the kitchen. Bifur catches it behind his back, without even looking at it. Kili, Fili, and the other Dwarves begin throwing the plates, bowls, and utensils to each other, eventually throwing them to the sink to be washed. As dishware flies through the air, Gandalf ducks to avoid getting hit.

" Oh!" Gandalf sighed as he ducked out of the way; as Freya and Bilbo both had worried expressions watching the family heirlooms being thrown around like toys.

" Excuse me, that's my mother's West Farthing crockery, it's over a hundred years old!" Bilbo explained, as the Dwarves continued to ignoring the whining Hobbit, as some of the Dwarves sitting at the table begin rhythmically drumming on the table with utensils and their fists. " And can-can you not do that? You'll blunt them!" The Hobbit freaked trying to stay calm but it was not going very well.

" Ooh, d'hear that lads? He says we'll blunt the knives." Bofur repeated jokingly to the others. Kili begins singing and the other Dwarves join him, as they continue throwing the dishware.

" Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

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Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you've finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

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That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

As the Dwarves gathered in the kitchen, Bilbo huffs up in anger, only to find all the dishes stacked neatly and cleanly. The Dwarves and Gandalf laugh as they see Bilbo's expression, Freya was amazed at their skills and they weren't bad singers either. She say her cousins face and found herself laughing with the Dwarves. Suddenly, there are three loud knocks on the door, and everyone falls silent. Freya turned to the door, wondering whoever this was must be greatly important to be able to cause a room to go silent and patiently wait.

he's here." Gandalf stated in a whisper as Freya and Bilbo waited patiently to see who this was.