Love Takes Flight (Kili Fanfiction - Book 1) - SLOWLY EDITING!!

Chapter 2 - Dwarves' Arrival

Placing a plate of food in front of Bilbo at the dinner table, I sat down across from him, getting ready to eat when the bell rang. I looked up at him to see he was just as confused as I was. Getting up from my seat, I went to answer the door. I opened it to see a bald-headed Dwarf. "Dwalin, at your service," he said while bowing.

"Um, Almithara, at yours," I replied, nervously, "do we know each other?" He walked in and stopped briefly to say 'no' before continuing on into the house.

"Which way, lassie? Is it down here?" He asked, while taking off his cloak.

"Is what down where?" I stood by the door, which was still wide open.

"Supper. He said there'd be food. And lots of it." He threw his cloak at me, which I caught easily.

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by his statement, "he said? Who said?" We all sat in silence at the table as Bilbo and the Dwarf, Dwalin, ate. I stared at the Dwarf, amazed by his appetite. He bit the head off of the fish and I grimaced, looking away.

"Very good this. Anymore?" He asked, his mouth full of food.

"What? Oh, yes. Help yourself," I said as I got up to retrieve a plate of bread, stuffing a few into my pocket. "It's just that, um, we weren't expecting any company," I told him, looking over at Bilbo, who looked a bit tired. As if right on cue, the bell rang again.

Dwalin looked up at me, "that'll be the door." I gulped as I went to answer the door for a second time. When I opened it, I found an older Dwarf with a white beard.

"Balin, at your service," he said, bowing to me.

"Good evening," I said, slowly.

Balin looked up at the sky, "yes, yes it is. Though I think it might rain later." He walked into the house and stood in front of me; he was just a few inches shorter than I was. "Am I late?" He whispered to me.

"Late for what?" He spotted the other Dwarf and walked over to him, ignoring my question. Why was everyone doing that?

"Evening, brother," Balin said to Dwalin. Dwalin put down a glass jar that he was holding and went over to his brother.

"By my beard, you're shorter and wider than last we met."

"Wider, not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us." I looked out the door for any more Dwarves as they started laughing. When I looked back at them, they had their hands on each other's shoulders, ready to embrace. Instead of hugging, they head-butted each other and I gasped.

"Um, excuse me? Sorry, hate to interrupt, but the thing is, I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house." They ignored me and headed back towards the pantry.

Dwalin was pouring himself some ale from the barrel as he talked to Balin, "Have you eaten?"

"It's not that I don't like visitors or that Bilbo doesn't like visitors. We like visitors as much as the next Hobbit or Elf. But we do like to know them before they come visiting," I explained, hoping they would hear me. They talked about the food that was in the pantry and I went on. "The thing is, I don't know either of you. Not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt, but I had to speak my mind. I'm sorry," I said, finishing my rant. They both stopped and turned to look at me.

"Apology accepted," replied Balin before he turned back around. The bell rang for a third time and I slowly went over to answer it. When I opened it, I saw two more Dwarves; one of which was really attractive. They looked somewhat similar, so they had to be brothers. One had blue eyes, blonde hair, and a small beard, both of which had braids in them. The other one had brown eyes, shaggy brown hair and no beard at all, just a little scruff.

"Fili," the blonde said.

"And Kili," the brunette said.

"At your service." They talked and bowed in unison.

"You can't be Mr. Boggins, so you must be Mrs. Boggins," said Kili, with a smile on his face.

I shook my head, "No, you can't come in. You've come to the wrong house." I tried to shut the door, but Kili put his hand up to stop me.

"What? Has it been cancelled?" Kili asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

Fili looked at me, suspiciously, "No one's told us."

Looking back and forth between the two, I started to get frustrated, "No, nothing's been cancelled."

"That's a relief!" They both walked in and I quickly moved to the side to avoid being trampled. Fili smirked at me as he walked past. I stared at Kili, surprised by how attractive and tall he was. I hadn't known any Dwarf to be like that.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Fili talking to me, "Careful with these. I just had them sharpened." He handed me his weapons, which were slightly heavy due to how many there were.

"It's nice, this place. Did you do it yourself?" Kili asked, walking up from behind me.

"No, it's been in Bilbo's family for years," I told, him, still standing by Fili as he piled his weapons in my arms.

"Your husband's family must have good taste."

"What? No, we're not married. I live with him, help him around the house, and take care of him. Whatever he needs, I'm there," I said, really starting to feel the weight of the weapons. "That's his mother's glory box. Can you please not do that?" I asked Kili as he started wiping his muddy boots on it.

"Fili, Kili. Come on, give us a hand." I breathed a sigh of relief as Dwalin came and took the two brothers away.

"Shove this in the hallway. Otherwise we'll never get everyone in," Balin advised.

"Everyone? How many more are there?" I asked, standing in the doorway with Fili's swords. The bell rang again. "No, no. There's nobody home!" I shouted, dropping the swords onto the ground as I walked towards the door. "Go away and bother somebody else! There's far too many Dwarves in the dining room as it is! If this is some clot-head's idea of a joke I can only say it is in very poor taste." When I opened the door, a bunch of Dwarves tumbled in, falling into a big heap on the floor at my feet. Looking up, I noticed the Wizard from earlier. "Gandalf."

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"Excuse me, not the wine! Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam please. Excuse me, excuse me!" The Dwarves were grabbing all the food from the pantry and bringing it over to the table. One Dwarf, who was fatter than the others, walked past me, carrying three wheels of cheese. "A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?"

"Cheese knife? He eats it by the block," a Dwarf said from behind me. I groaned, watching all the Dwarves. I stopped one from taking a chair that was made by Bilbo's grandfather. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Bilbo walk into the sitting room and slowly lower himself into his favorite armchair. He looked worn out from everything that was going on. The Dwarves all began to eat and I wandered into the pantry to see how much food was left. There was none. My blood was boiling and I could feel my anger rising. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down and went to sit with Bilbo by the fire.

Author's Note:

Special thanks to @crunchie17 for helping me with the title!

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