☙𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖❧

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~ "I will always be there, brother..." ~

All the dwarves were taking advantage of Irene and Bilbo's food pantry. Bilbo couldn't stop complaining about al the food being stolen. Irene had a big smile on her face, while she was conversing with Gandalf. "He is an uptight, but an adventure would do him good. Don't you think Gandalf?" Irene asked. Gandalf laughed along with the dwarves. "Yes, indeed. He will be a great burglar." He said.

"Burglar? What do you mean?" Irene questioned. Gandalf only gave her a reassuring smile.

Irene began helping the dwarves set up a bigger dining area. There was a feast about to happen in the Baggins household. The woman thought it was nice to have some company, especially those of different kind. It had always been her and Bilbo together. She loved her brother so much.

Irene was always seen as different by the other hobbits because of her strange habits. She would wander around the fields and meadows of the Shire. Her favorite hobby was reading about adventures with dragons and ancient relics. Though, her brother thought she was something special. He would always listen to her rant about her books and new adventures. It brought out the tookish side of him.

Gandalf was busy counting the heads of the party. "Hmm, we seem to be missing one." Gandalf muttered. "He is late is all. He traveled north to a meeting with our kin. He will come." A dwarf responded. Irene couldn't remember all their names, there so many to remember.

The dwarves gathered around drinking and burping their ale. It was a party to them. There were foods of all nature. Gandalf sat drinking a bit a red wine, while the dwarves traded their ale and food. Bilbo let out a long sigh. "Come, brother! Join the fun!" Irene said, happily. Bilbo ignored his sister, staring at his empty pantry.

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"Excuse me? That is a doily, not a dishcloth." Bilbo yelled. A dwarf was messing around in his personal items. "But, it's full of holes." Bofur complained. It was a little silly for a man to have a doily, but it was normal for a hobbit man. "It's supposed to look like that. It's crochet." Bilbo said. Bofur rolled his eyes at the hobbit. "Oh, and a wonderful game it is, too. If you've got the balls for it." Bofur replied.

Irene scowled a bit at the dwarf. "You could be considered rude, you know?" She said. Bofur just shrugged his shoulders at the woman. Dwarves don't take advice from women, apparently. "My dear Bilbo and Irene, what on earth is the matter?" Gandalf questioned. He had a cup of ale in his hand.

"What the matter, Gandalf? Your company is being rude to my brother." Irene scowled. Bilbo nodded his head in agreement. Irene loved the loud company, but they were starting to turn into rude company. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. They're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them." Gandalf replied.

"I don't want to get used to them. Look at the state of my kitchen. There's mud trod into the carpet." Bilbo complained.

He complained about them destroying the bathroom and his kitchen. "I don't understand, what they're doing in my house!" He finished. Irene did agree with her brother, but these materialistic items could be replaced. "There's no use, brother. We were planning to remodel the hole, anyway. Unless, they look pretty happy with themselves." She replied. There conversation was interrupted by a small dwarf, Ori.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. What should I do with my plate?" Ori asked. Irene smiled at the dwarf, ready to take the plate from his hands. Until, Fili took the plate from her. "Here you go, Mrs. Baggins. I'll take it from here." Fili said. He threw the plate towards his brother, Kili. A little music started to play in the background. Irene's smile returned a bit, after the intrusion. When, she heard the music the tookish side of her started to forget about her worries. She wanted to dance like her mother taught her years ago.

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks.'

"Smash the bottles and burn the corks."

"Chip the glasses and crack the plates."

Irene started to clap her hands along with dwarves. "Come, brother. Forget all your worries, let's dance." She yelled. Bilbo stood with a scowl, though he couldn't help the want in his heart to dance with his sister. 'Someone's got to be the responsible one.' He thought.

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates."

"Cut the cloth, tread on the fat."

"Leave the bones on the bedroom mat."

"Pour the milk on the pantry floor."

"Smash the wine on every door."

"Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl."

"Pound them up with a thumping pole."

"When they're finished, if they are whole."

"Send them down the hall to roll."

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates."

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door. "He is here." Gandalf muttered.