Adventures of The Sad, Broken, and Happy (Hobbit Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3 Party Gal

Allie

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I am a party hobbit. I love parties, I love dancing, singing, meeting new people, and just having fun. I like to have fun because it makes me happy and I like to be happy. It's better than being sad. I don't like being sad.

"Okay hand me the flour please," I request and hold out my hand.

"Here." Grace hands me the bag absentmindedly while staring off.

"Thanks." I pour it in the mix, stir, and pop the pan in the fire oven.

"So why are you making this much food? How much do you think these visitors are gonna eat?" Grace questions, wiping her hand on her apron.

"Well I wasn't sure what kind of food the visitors would eat. I made a lot of salad incase it was elves, a lot of meat incase it was dwarves, and men would eat both," I explain simply.

"Oh, well I suppose you've over prepared," Grace muses and shrugs.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" Bilbo abruptly shouts from the kitchen doorway. He's stomping and all red in the face.

"I'm baking for the v-mmmm."

"For fun," Grace says after smacking a a hand over my mouth. I push Grace's hand and she releases me.

"Ow hey!" I protest and she shrugs.

"Sorry."

In that same moment Alex runs in,
a backpack on her pack and her weapons ready. She has her short wavy blonde hair clipped back and she is wearing black trousers, a long sleeved black shirt, and on top of that brown leather body armor. As all elves she prefers light armor for the sake of speed, but will wear the metal in intense combat.

"Hey guys ready to g-oh what the hell happened here? Why is there flour in your hair Grace and Allie why the frick is your whole face covered with sugar?" She is right, Grace's usually perfect curly brown hair did have flour in it. Touching my face I brush some of the sugar off and grin.

"When did we get so messy?" I wonder out loud.

"I dunno," Grace mumbles.

"Oh well whatever we are baking for the v-mhhm." Grace covers my mouth before I can finish again.

"For fun, for fun," Grace lies quickly.

"Alright, just clean up," Bilbo grumbles, waves his hand, and walks out.

"What's really going on?" Alex demands putting her hands on her hips.

"We are baking for Allie's party tonight. She wants to impress these mysterious visitors because she wants to go on an adventure," Grace explains, rolling her eyes.

"But she's gone on adventures with us before," Alex remarks plainly.

"Yes, but your adventures are no fun. You always make me stay inside and go adventuring without me!" I exclaim, somewhat childishly.

"Well that's because I want you safe," Grace argues.

"Oh please you won't be able to protect me forever," I counter. They are things she hasn't been able to protect me from.

"I can still try which is why I am going with you," Grace decides and crosses her arms.

"Fine," I snap.

"Well then I'm coming to," Alex interjects.

"Ugh fine but I won't look cool if I bring my bodyguards so act normal please," I beg and return my attention to cooking.

"What? Having bodyguards is so cool," Grace and Alex defend.

"Sure it is," I reply sarcastically.

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The visitors didn't arrive after we baked or hours later.

It's night now, the worst time of day. I had brushed my hair and pulled on my night clothes. I wear a pink nightgown to bed and let my head stay down.

By now I'm expecting the visitors not to come, my hopes all dashed.

Alex is pacing the room while bending down awkwardly. Her and Grace are tall elves, so my ceiling is a little low for them.

"Come on, Bilbo will want us for dinner." I stand up and walk straight out of the room without another word.

Grace and Alex follow me Wordlessly. They have their night clothes on too. Grace wears a long sleeved navy blue shirt and loose black pants. Alex has on a white tank top and loose grey pants.

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Alex

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Allie is upset, but really it's for the best. She's so gentle an adventure is not for her.

I tug on my loose pants, yawning and stretching as we come to the kitchen. Yep even assassins eat dinner and wear pajamas.

"Hey girls staying for dinner?" Bilbo inquires when we walk into the kitchen.

"Yes Bilbo thank you," I confirm, nod, and sit down at the small table.

"It's fine, Allie and Grace had a baking spree this afternoon I'm sure you saw," Bilbo laughs.

"Oh yes I did."

"Yes it was fun," Allie agrees and half smiles before plopping down. Bilbo puts a slice of pork chop in front of her and she digs in, fiercely chewing the meat.

"Allie manners," Grace lectures and flicks her in the forehead. Allie glares and chews slower. "Thank you."

We all began eating tentatively, a silence hangs in the air. Bilbo prepared his fish to perfection. He's oblivious to Allie's obvious disappointment and Grace's and my guilty relief.

Suddenly a loud knock rings at the door. Allie's face lights, up she gasps, and runs to the door. Grace and I sigh deeply and follow after her along with Bilbo.

Allie stands with the door swung open, about a foot shorter than the dwarf standing before her.

"Dwalin at yer service lassie is your husband home?"

"Woah I've never met a dwarf before! Allie at your service. Wait hey! I've no husband and why would I need one!?!" Allie goes from excited to rephroachful in seconds. The dwarf appears shocked and I don't blame him. Allie is a little ball of energy all of her emotions are taken to the extreme.

I take a chance to examine this dwarf. He is bald but he has hair growing from all sides of his head. It's long and well brushed. He wears many weapons and is adorned metal ear cuffs, along with many scars, and lots of tattoes.

"I meant no offense I ju-"

"Save it and come in." Allie puts on her brightest smile and opens the door wider. The dwarf doesn't speak but comes in and hangs his cloak up. Then he makes his way past us and looks around. He seems to have no suspicions about us taller folk present.

"Where is it?" the dwarf asks.

"Where is what?" Bilbo sputters and ties his robe tighter.

"The food laddie he said there'd be dinner and lots of it," Dwalin explains.

"Oh the kitchen Alex and Grace will show you," Bilbo asnwers glaring straight at Allie. He may not know this man but he does know hobbit manners. Grace reluctantly leaves the room and I follow on her heels. There's no way that dwarf is getting my dam porkchops.