The Undecided Title Of Sara Miller *Hobbit Fanfiction* (Thorin/OC)

Chapter 3: Home Invasion

After ten ponderous minutes, Sara checked on the cookies and finding them to be cooked, switched them out for a sheet of newly cut ones. She scooped the hot cookies onto a plate and refilled the pan with more unbaked circles. Not wanting to leave Bilbo's kitchen in disarray she promptly washed the dishes she had used and set the unbaked circles in stacks to the side, all the while watching Bilbo out of the corner of her eye. He looked disoriented and miserable.

Remembering that hobbits took comfort from food Sara finished tidying after herself and grabbed a fresh cookie and went to offer it to Bilbo. He took it with a weak smile but his face seemed to brighten up upon taking a bite. That was better. With a few minutes to spare until the next batch of cookies were done Sara turned and walked toward the sitting room intent on retrieving the paint can she had abandoned.

"These are wonderful, Ms. Miller," said Bilbo following her down the hall, leaving the dwarves to their food. "What are they?" She grimaced

"Gingerbread cookies. They were my grandma's favorite. Please don't call me Ms. Miller, Sara is just fine." They entered the sitting room and she grabbed the paint off of the shelf.

"But it's not proper."

"I promise you won't offend me," she assured. "Ms. Miller just makes me feel so old. I'm only 24. You don't want to make me feel like an old lady do you?"

"I would not," he said, rubbing one foot on top of the other and looking distinctly unhappy.

"My friends just call me Sara."

"Very well Ms. Sara, but then you must call me Bilbo."

"I am fine calling you Mr. Baggins if that's what you prefer, I just like people to call me Sara is all. It's up to you." They returned to the entryway, Bilbo frowning in thought.

"No. You must call me Bilbo if I am to call you Ms. Sara."

"Thank you, Mr. Bilbo," she said, grinning over her shoulder. She popped the lid off the paint can and just had her hand poised over the handle of the front door when there was yet another loud knocking from outside.

"That had better be Gandalf," said Bilbo sourly, moving forward to answer the door.

The door opened to reveal yet two more dwarves standing side by side on the porch. They appeared much younger than the two in the kitchen. The one on the left was blond with braids and clasps in his long hair. Even his long mustache was braided, beads swinging from its ends as he surveyed Bilbo with blue eyes. The other dwarf was a brunette with brown eyes; his hair long and loose past his shoulders in a slight wave. He seemed to lack the beard that so far had marked the other dwarves, but was slightly taller than his companion. But she was sheepishly pleased to note that they were both still a few inches shorter than herself.

"Fili," said the blond with a solemn look.

"And Kili," echoed the brunette with equal dourness Together they executed a perfect bow. They looked up at Bilbo still bent over and their gazes slid past him to Sara. Upon spying her, their eyes widened first in shock and then curiosity.

"At your service," they purred, twin sparks of mischief shining in their eyes.

"You must be Mr. Boggins," said Kili as straightening they pushed their way past a bewildered Bilbo and into the entryway. They removed their traveling cloaks and weapons, dumping them into poor Bilbo's unsuspecting arms. Fili seemed to pull knives from every conceivable and some less conceivable place on his person. Sara lost count after seven.

"Careful with these, I just had them sharpened," he said, handing knife upon knife to Bilbo who was struggling not to drop anything. Kili wandered past Bilbo and began to scrape the mud from his boots on a rather nice-looking hope chest.