❝A Journey To Remember❞ The Hobbit | Kili

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❝A Journey To Remember❞
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     I could smell the sweet aroma of my uncle's cooking as I turned from my room, my hand gripping the beautiful handle of my door, exiting, and then shutting it quietly behind me. I directed myself towards the kitchen, smelling the amazing redolence. I hummed in delight, getting a stronger whiff of the meal Bilbo was preparing. "Your meals and beverages are worth more than you think," I consoled with a smile as he placed our plates of food down on the table. 

     "Thank you," he replied with a warm grin as we both sat down at the table, ready to devour the food that was evenly placed before us. Just then, within a moment of complete silence, a ring was heard from the front door as I watched my uncle furrow his brows in confusion.

     "Are we expecting someone?" I questioned as Bilbo and I exchanged confused glances. 

     Bilbo stood to his feet, steadily walking toward the front door. I stood to my feet, stopping just between the door frame of the entrance into the kitchen as I leaned my body against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest. 

     "Dwalin, at your service," a man's deep, broad, and forceful voice threw me off guard. My eyes met the Dwarf standing across from my uncle. He was tall and intimidating. 

     "Bilbo," my uncle paused, "Baggins—" he introduced himself while tying his robe, "—at yours," he finished looking to the individual named Dwalin. "Do we know each other?" 

     Dwalin pushed his way in rather rudely, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. "No," he stated bluntly, beginning to detach his cloak that clipped around his neck. "Which way, miss? Is it down here?" He questioned, throwing me off guard for a bit as my brows furrowed in complete shock. "Forgive me, miss," Dwalin addressed professionally, sending a generous grin my way. "My disrespectful deeds shall be the death of me," he exhaled, placing a gentle kiss upon my outer palm, somehow persuading me that this man possibly wasn't as terrible as I imagined.

     "Is- Is what down where?" Bilbo questioned, stuttering slightly at the sight before him.

     Dwalin placed his cloak into my grasp gently with a cheeky grin. "Supper," he answered. "He said there'd be food and lots of it." Dwalin continued to gaze upon the house that seemed rather short for his stature. 

      I glanced over to my uncle for an explanation. "Who exactly?" I asked the dwarf kindly, waiting for a response only to be disregarded due to the feast that caught the Dwarf's eye. I then placed Dwalin's cloak on the coat hanger as he scarfed down the food with an unfortunate lack of manners.

     There was another sudden ring. I stood there, internalizing my thoughts. 

     "That'll be the door," Dwalin stated, knocking me out of my train of thought. 

     "Right," Bilbo replied. My uncle collected himself before dragging his feet to the front door. He was then greeted by an elderly individual with a long white beard.

     Another dwarf, no doubt... 

     "Balin, at your service," the elderly Dwarf spoke kindly, bowing politely with a wide grin. He stepped inside, placing his hat against the coat rack.

     "Good evening," Bilbo exhaled, seeming to be a bit nervous about the situation. I grinned to myself slightly, enjoying the unexpected company of Dwarves.

     "Yes. Yes, it is," Balin nodded, unraveling his cloak. He then disregarded it, mounting it upon the already crowded hanger. "Though I think it might rain later." He paused for a moment, rubbing his hands together as a sign of comfort. "Am I late?" The Dwarf questioned with a mysterious gaze, Dwalin passing me cautiously. Balin's eyes had then trailed towards Dwalin.