One with the world

The Dwarven Company and a very Stressed Hobbit

~~~She is still wearing the middle one~~~

Bilbo's PoV:

All I wanted was a nice dinner to finish my day. That's all. However, a dwarf has turned up nearly every five minutes! All I wanted was peace and quiet; but all I have are some rambunctious, loud, messy dwarves, ruining my evening plans. As I try to make sure that no more of my things are broken another knock sounds at my door, I sigh as I rush towards the door taking a look over my shoulder a last time just making sure that nothing truly serious is happening. As I clutch the door handle, I turn towards the opening as I swing the door open...

All I see are the waists of two taller, than expected, figures; and as one leans down all I can say is "Gandalf", sharing my slight relief at the newest arrival to my home.

Terra's PoV:

As I look away from Mithrandir I see the door open, a hobbit in the door way looks at Mithrandir in relief; and as the door is now open it is made even more clear to my ears that there are definitely louder presences than hobbits in this hole. "Gandalf" the hobbit says, Mithrandir talks a little with the hobbit, that I have yet to learn the name of, and we are lead inside. Mithrandir and I being tall enough to have to duck through the archways and under hanging light fixtures made it a little difficult to be in the home, without the knowledge that our necks would hurt after a few hours.

We turn a corner in the hobbit hole and are immediately greeted with the bustle of what I had previously expected. Dwarves. I hadn't seen this many in a very long time, there may only be twelve of them but I hadn't been able to see this many in person before because of their choice of home and because of Erebor destruction. My body freezes upon the thought of the fallen kingdom. My mind fogs as the events of the day cloud my vision, the last things I hear before all the things around me are taken over by the destruction of Erebor and Dale are the introductions of the dwarves in the home of the hobbit.

"Terra these are the dwarves who's journey we shall be joining. This is Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oín, and Glóin Terra? Terra?" The last thing I hear before the world around me turns into the fiery pit that befell the great kingdom.

Third person PoV:

Gandalf turns from introducing the dwarves to one of his greatest companions, to face the lady in question who has a blank look on her face. Balin moves forward as Gandalf tries to get the girls' attention away from her thoughts.

"Is she alright Gandalf?", the elder dwarf asks, catching the attention of the rest of the groups' attention.

Killi was the first, of the rest of the group, to step forward. "What's wrong with her?", his worry for the girl clear in the furrow of his eyebrows.

Gandalf sighs, as he turns to re-face the dwarves. "She is fine, for now; she is only stuck in her memories. I should have known to make your presences known to her beforehand." His face turned down showing his guilt and shame of not thinking about this outcome.

"Why would are presence need to be known to her?", Filli asks.

"Terra has not seen this many dwarves, in one place, since the fall of Erebor.", shock crosses the faces of all the dwarves, as well as ones of confusion.

"She was there, that day, she watched as the fire raged throughout the kingdom. And as your people ran to find help. She blames herself for not being able to help, but id say she helped greatly when she made a place more habitable for your people to live in. However he sorrow still sticks deep." The dwarves looked crescent fallen at the mention of there homeland. A thud then sounded throughout the room, making all heads turn to the sound seeing Terra on her knees, hands flat on the ground, face facing down towards the wooden planks that lined the floors of the room.

Balin moves forward quickly, placing a hand on the, seemingly, younger female's shoulder. This making her head shoot up to face the men in front of her, allowing them to see her shock at their closeness as well as seeing the tear marks that covered her cheeks. Seeing that she was still slightly out of it Balin hand Dwalin help him get Terra to a chair, whilst being directed by Bilbo as to its location. As she is sat down in front of the already lit fire, the dwarves, Gandalf and Bilbo go to the self made dining room to wait for either Terra to start talking or for their leader to turn up at the meeting point of Bilbo's home.

As if on queue to everyone's thoughts a knock sounded from the door.