A Journey I'll Always Remember (Kili x Reader)

Chapter 4: Feasting With The Dwarfs

It was pure chaos when the dwarfs discovered the pantry overflowing with goods, they had swarmed the dining room, quickly filling the expanded table with every bit of food we own. "Put that back." Bilbo began chasing round the dwarfs after they walked out of the pantry with new bowls of food. "Put that back,"
"Put that back." He repeated, thrusting a finger at them, but they brushed past him as if it weren't his house.

Bombur came out of the pantry with three large blocks of cheese stacked on top of one another. "Excuse me- A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?" Bilbo played with his dungarees, clearly in shock."Cheese knife? He eats it by the block." Another dwarf walked past carrying a large piece of meat. Why do we even have this much food?

Once they'd finally managed to strip all form of food from the pantry I took myself into it and seized the opportunity to take a swing of ale. Bilbo let have the occasional sip of ale as I was of the appropriate age, but he is always rather stingy with the amount I intake. "Juliette Baggins!" Bilbo was standing my the door shocked. "Don't knock it till you try it, father." I sheepishly grinned as I raised my glass before he stormed off to try another hopeless attempt at rounding up our company. It's going to be a long night.

I crouched down and topped up my mug; feeling almost giddy that I was able to sneak a few drinks amongst the chaos; the night already opening! new opportunities for me. "Drinking ale, that's a bit strong for only 7 o'clock for someone like you." Kili. "Someone like me?" I raised an eyebrow.
Just as I brought the mug up to my lips it was snatched out of my hands. "Hey!" I exclaimed as it nearly spilled all over my face. "You will be walking around upside down on your hands if you continue. How old even are you, Juliette?" I rolled my eyes "I'm thirty three," which in human years is approximately nineteen "How old are you, Kili?"

He barked out a laugh before leaning against the counter and taking a sip out of the mug I was just drinking from "You never ask a dwarf they're real age." I chuckled as I wiped the beer from my lip "So a few centuries then?" His eyes widened in offence, nearly chocking on his ale. "Centuries? You have no idea how dwarves age, we're not made of gold. I am actually incredibly young for a dwarf; decades younger than my company." He looked up at me over the mug as he brought it up to his mouth as he thought "I am seventy seven." Twenty in human years.

I was about to respond before one of the dwarfs called Kili for supper. With my drink in his hand he smirked at me before ducking his head and strolling out of the pantry. I decided to follow the roaring laughter and loud talking into the dining room. My lips parted in shock when my eyes lifted high to see Fili walking across the dining table handing out ale and the other dwarfs were stuffing their faces with food. Bilbo was pacing around the house with Gandalf following behind and I could hear him going on some sort of furious rant.

I slowly turned back to the table when suddenly the noise dropped to silence. They began all chugging their drinks at a concerning pace, some of them had let it fall down their beards but some had taken their time. I was stood at the head of the table completely shocked. One of the younger dwarfs stood up and did probably one of the loudest and longest belch I have ever heard. This is what I get for wanted to meet new kins.

I went out into the hallway to meet with Bilbo whining to Gandalf about the damage. "... and I'm not even going to tell you what they have done to the toilet. They've all but destroyed the plumbing. I just don't understand what they are doing in our house!" I don't even want to ask.

Bilbo and I were facing Gandalf with our hands on our hips, trying to process any of this. Suddenly, nearly out of no where, the younger dwarf, supposedly Ori, tiptoed over to Bilbo nearly startling him. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?" He asked with the most politeness and manners I've heard all day.