A Hobbits Secrets - The Hobbit

{6 - Burglar or Not?}

Everyone moved back to the dining room, where the table was now cleared of the clean dishes. The only thing remaining, being the napkin-covered food. The dwarves sit in their original seats while I go and get a chair for Gandalf.

When I come back everyone is just about seated. Thorin was just settling into my mother's old chair. As I enter, Thorin looks at me.

"What is this?" He says, indicating the food. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Lift the napkin" I respond, setting the new chair down. Thorin lifts the napkin up and stares at the food underneath. "It's probably cold by now and maybe a little tough, but I set some food aside for you because I was told there was going to be another visitor. I hope it's to your liking," I nod at it before exiting the room again.

I debate getting food for Gandalf because of how pissed off I am at him, but I get him food anyway. Getting a little less of what everyone else had had I carried it back into the dining room to see that Gandalf hadn't sat down.

I blinked in between him and the empty chair. They were all engrossed in their conversation, something about the little adventure they were going on. I tug the side of Gandalf's cloak while the others are talking.

"Why aren't you sitting down?" I ask, nodding my head in the direction of the empty seat. I raise the plate so he can see it, "I got you food."

"Ah, thank you, Bilbo!" He smiles at me, "but isn't that your seat?" Gandalf questions.

"No, I specifically got it for you" I respond, "now go sit down, here's your food, enjoy!" I don't let him answer, instead, I go to the pantry to get drinks for the late visitors. Coming back, I'm happy to see that Gandalf had sat down and was eating. I set the drink beside his plate, going around and setting the other one down beside Thorin's plate.

But he wasn't eating. He was most likely distracted by the conversation and had pushed his food aside. I wanted to say something about it but I leave it be, setting the drink down and taking up my leaning position on the kitchen-dining room door.

The room was more dimly lit than when the dwarves had first arrived and Thorin kind of dimmed it more with his mysterious spooky attitude, along with his deep voice.

I go back to the kitchen to clean up a bit and praise my keen ears as I listen in on their conversation.

"He says that this quest is ours, and ours alone" My ears twitch as I hear Thorin say this. I feel like I'm going to have a permanent frown by the end of the night. I slowly walk into the dining room, drying a cup with one of my towels.

"You're..." I hesitate as he looks up at me, "you're going on a quest?" I ask. They all clear their throats. Gandalf turns to me.

"Bilbo! " he says in that old voice of his that always sounds like he's hiding laughter. "May we please get some more light in here?" He asks politely.

"Yes," I glare at him but light a few more candles, "You're welcome, " I say sarcastically.

Gandalf doesn't respond but instead pulls out a map, as I continue to go in and out of the room. I really wasn't doing anything, just trying to be annoying. As I did Gandalf goes on with his riddles.

"Far to the east," Gandalf says as he unfolds the map, "over rivers and ridges" he places the map in front of Thorin, "beyond woodlands and wastelands," all the dwarves lean in to see the map as Gandalf points to a specific place, "lies a single solitary peak." I go behind Thorin and peer over his shoulder, setting a candle right beside the map. There were many different runes but it was obviously a map to get to...