Bilbo was looking out another window from deep inside his house to see Gandalf hurrying away. He gave a warm sigh, as he had peace once again. Half an hour later he heard an unusual thump outside his door, and the sound of a horse neighing loudly. Speaking from his window he saw a body lying just outside his doorstep. A black stallion nudging at the body as it rolled the body over.
Bilbo felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw the beautiful rider. He quickly opened the door and carefully advanced towards the girl lying on the ground unconscious. She had a bruise over her right cheek, a three scratch mark over her left cheek. Her face slightly muddy, her pants torn slightly. He hesitated before he didn’t know what came over him.
Struggling he brought the girl inside the hobbit hole, as he noticed she started to shrink as he found it easier as she easily fitted on his bed. He frowned, he was sure she was the height of a human before and now the height of a dwarf. He shrugged it off, grabbing a wet cloth he dapped it on the girl's forehead. The horse was quiet outside. Only then did Bilbo notice a cut across her right side.
He had no skill in healing as he just cleaned the wound the best he could. Every few moments the face of the sleeping girl would twitch or she would wince as she slept. Other than that she was peaceful as she slept, as Bilbo went off to go prepare himself some dinner.
*Cassi Pov*
I woke the sound of a door being knocked on. I groaned as I placed my hand on my forehead to feel the cold comfort of a cold cloth. I frowned to see myself in a house probably the size for either a dwarf or a Hobbit. My back ached from not being treated after being whipped. My scar on my face stung only slightly. The bleeding from my wounds had stopped as I rested the cold cloth on my bruised cheek.
“Balin, at your service.” I heard someone somewhere in the house introduce as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The last thing was travelling with Arthur and the wounded Captain we were trying to get to Rivendell. We had been travelling for seven days, before we were split up from an ambush of Goblins. I told Arthur to keep going, since the Captain needed the medicine. I was drawn to take a different route, I had been travelling for another two days without food or water before I blacked out. I guess Brego brought me here for a reason.
I heard laughter erupt down the halls, as I slowly sat up my head aching lightly as I placed my feet against the floor. My cloak was still on my back. My bow and sheath were placed on the chair beside my bed. All the arrows were accounted for as I kept the cloth on my cheek. I heard the door knock once more as I slowly rose to my feet. Struggling to hold my weight as I heard the laughter and amount of voices increase. I stumbled for a moment, before I leant against the wall slightly as I slowly walked my way out of the bedroom.
As I walked through the halls I saw dwarves. They all glanced looks at me unsure, I was guessing there was roughly twelve of them, before I heard a familiar sound that made me breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf, can I tempt you with a nice cup of chamomile tea?” I heard one of the dwarves ask as I finally saw him standing against the ceiling leaning down to talk to the dwarf.
“Oh, no thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me, I think.” Gandalf spoke as I saw Gandalf walking out of the dining room, trying to avoid the scurrying dwarves. He hits his head on the chandelier, then he begins counting the dwarves on his fingers. As I chuckle and made my way over to him.
