A troubled time (book 1)

Chapter 2.

Akiva's pov.

With a look down at my clothes, I quickly picked up my plate. "I am in no way fit to be seen" I explained to Bilbo, as the clothes I wore for my little journey were dirty and tattered, and a few cuts under my shirt were still screaming out that they were there. "I don't need any more rumors going around" I quickly interrupted the protest Bilbo was about to give. He let out a sigh after a smidge of time before nodding his head. "All right." 

With that I took off towards my room, my plate in hand and not a care in the world, or clue, as to who Bilbo had just opened the door on. I set my meal down on my desk, and closed the door so no wandering souls would find me there. I quickly changed into more decent clothing, not night wear as there was someone in the bagend that shouldn't see that, but into a light brown tunic and brown trousers. I sat down and began to eat quickly, a natural habit. After which I pulled down a book with a tattered leather cover and began to read from it. Right after I my third page for the night, my door burst open to reveal a very troubled looking Bilbo. "What could possibly have gone so wrong?" I asked standing. "There are dwarves everywhere, and I don't know what to do!" He panicked.
I immediately started towards the door, "run ahead, do your best to settle them, I will be right there after I grab my dagger from the front hook." He nodded and took off and I did so much slower. From the front door I could hear 11 different voice, only one I recognized. Quickly stashing my dagger on my hip I quietly walked into the dinning room, but they were all much to busy throwing food to notice me. I decided this was my last straw. "GANDALF" I shouted, and the room became dead silent, except for those who had to turn to catch sight of me. "What is the meaning of this, bringing dwarves here who disrupted and disrespect poor Bilbo's home." This time I spoke much quieter, but it was clearly not a calm that should be pushed.
Many of the dwarves gulped in fear, some bowed their heads in shame. Two I n particular seemed ready to defend himself, the youngest it appeared, but one look from the grey wizard was enough to silence him.
"My dear lady," Gandalf paused seeming surprised either at my outburst or me being here in general.

"Surely even your father would have taken part in this gathering." He reasoned. "I am not my father, and this gathering was not welcomed, throwing food, leaving mud trails all around" I accused.
"We're sorry lass, it's just how we are" spoke a white haired one, and though he looked wise, he seemed like no leader. I softened my look a little, understanding as I too acted certain ways that none other would.

"Perhaps you may continue with your gathering, but no food should hit the ground" I said the last part more forcefully. They all nodded in agreement and even Bilbo looked slightly more relaxed though I'm sure it was just to have someone who the dwarfs would actually listen to. I turned to go but one of them called me back.

"Surely you aren't leaving lass?" I looked back to see it was the tallest of the bunch, or at least from what I could tell, his head bald on top gave a slight hint to his age.
"Don't trust me?" I asked, as his voice was not at all polite, or concerned for that matter. The white haired one spoke up again, "Dwalin simply was asking that you join us, it's not right that a lass should be left by herself when there are much for company." I swept my eyes across all the guests, coming back to him. "All right.... I will stay" I finally concluded and went to stand against a wall while their celebration picked back up.
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