A troubled time (book 1)

Chapter 3.

Akiva's pov.

The dwarves continued their meal for a long while, and for the most part I was happy to be excluded. Bilbo had seemed to give up for the time being, and simply let them eat as they would.
He is to apologetic, he'll never get any results like that.

I turned from their conversation of their most recent journeys, looking to the window to try and determine the time, however my eye was caught by a brown haired dwarf, one of the ones who before got defensive. He had only a stubble of hair on his face, but long, and wild hair streaming off his head. I even managed to catch a few braided strands that looked old, almost messy, but then everyone's were. His brown eyes caught mine and he motioned me over.
I complied and stepped so I now stood behind him. "What is your name lass? No one here knows it." He states and the whole table fell silent. I nodded to myself. "That is because I was not offered any of your's. My name is Akiva Farren, master dwarves."

The whole table seemed to realize their mistake but once again the white-haired man spoke up to answer my unstated question. "I am Balin, that there," He mostioned to the to the one who had been unwilling for me to leave before," is Dwalin. This lad across from me is Bofur," he said pointing to one with a goofy looking face, as though he was there to entertain, and had the oddest looking hat I had ever seen, and to complete the look, his hair was braided sticking out to the side.

"Those three," He motioned to the dwarf with light grey braids, another who looked as though his hair was a hat, and the last with dark grey hair and curled braids from his mustache, " are Dori, Nori, and óin." Each one nodded as their names were said.

"That is Ori" he said pointing to the dwarf next to myself, who had no mustache but his hair extended down his face to meet up with his beard. "The lad who asked your name is Kili, his brother Fili," he said motioning to the blonde on the other side of the table. "The large laddie is Bombur, and next to him is Glóin. And this last lad here is Bifur, who isn't all there." Balin finished, the last three, a red haired, and by far the largest, dwarf. Glóin had a darker red hair that, unlike Bombur who had a large braid that made a circle from both sides of his mustache, let his hair run free. Lastly, Bifur looked rather grumpy, or in all crazy.

"Nice to meet you all." I said with a nod. Kili glanced up at me and asked quiet enough so that the other side of the table wouldn't hear, "if we promise nothing gets broken, can we have some fun?" I pondered this for a few seconds before nodding, just as Gandalf and Bilbo left the room. They all stood after emptying their plates and the one they called Ori stepped out asking Bilbo where he should put his plate. I stepped back quickly and Fili went and took the plate. "Here give it to me" he spoke, and tossed it through a door way, which would had made me fear for it if it weren't for kili standing there, ready to catch it. Bilbo began fussing and yelling, worrying about the plates as well as the knives, which the others had begun to strike together. Bofur made a snide comment that even I could laugh at before they began to sing, and for a moment I timed out, enjoying how joyful most everyone looked, with the exception of Bilbo and Balin, who looked as though he were so tired of this. I had to laugh, watching them all, and at last, the last plate was thrown out, all silverware were sent to the kitchen and cleaned by Bifur, and the dwarves were all standing around a table of now fully cleaned and stacked plates. They all had a good laugh as Bilbo finally was allowed through to see what had happened. I walked to the stacks and picked up one, taking it back to the kitchen and began to put them away. I continued on with this action until I was at the last stack. Stepping back into the dinning room, a few loud thuds were heard from the door. I glanced to Gandalf as he muttered, "He is here."
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