The Fae and the Dwarf King

Chapter Four: Dinner Party

As the rest of the Dwarves joined  the others in raiding Bilbo's pantry. Taking the cheese, meat, wine, veggies, fruits; every single one one of Bilbo's food was grabbed and taken into the dining room.

Bilbo came out of his room and into the hall, without his robes but as soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw the Dwarves cross from the pantry to the dining room and back again. He steps forward confused and slightly appalled.

"Excuse me, that's my chicken. Um... if-if you don't... That's my wine. Excuse me!" Bilbo said frustrated as Bifur turned around causing Bilbo to stare at the broken axe blade struck in the Dwarfs skull.

"He's got an injury." Oin said from behind causing Bilbo to whirl around.

"What, you mean the axe in his head?" Bilbo asked sarcastically.

"Dead?" Oin questioned as he put his hearing horn to his ear. "No, only between his ears. His legs work fine." Oin finished as he walked towards the pantry.

Bilbo turned and watched as Bombur walked past with a plate of his ham heading towards the dinning room, with Ori getting past to the pantry.

"Put those back. Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam, please." Bilbo kept saying to the Dwarves but was ignored.

Bombur walks out of the pantry with three large wheels of cheese.

"Excuse me, excuse me." Bilbo tried calling after the chonkey Dwarf. "It's a tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?" Bilbo called out after him.

"Cheese knife? He eats it by the block." Bofur said carrying a plate of ham past Bilbo and into the dining room.

"Ugh." Bilbo groaned in response, before he sees Gloin carrying some wooden chairs. "No, that's Grandpa Mungo's chair..." Bilbo turned and say Oin carrying the same one before holding onto it. "No, so is that, take it back, please."

"I cannot hear what you're saying." Oin said gesturing to his ear.

"It's an antique. Not for sitting on." Bilbo explained. "That is a book, not a coaster. Uh…put that map down."

In the dinning room, Gandalf helps the Dwarves set up the table. Dori approaches Gandalf, carrying a tea tray.

"Excuse me, Mr Gandalf?" Dori said picking up the teapot.

"Yes?" Gandalf said turning to look at Dori.

"May I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?" Dori asked as he pours the tea into a cup.

"Oh, no thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me, I think." Gandalf said.

With a nod, Dori walks off. Gandalf exits the dining room, ducking so as to not hit the doorway.

But as Ganfalf gets into the hallway he bumps in a few Dwarves and bump into the chandelier before stabling it.

He looks down, and starts to count the dwarves on his hands as they pass by. "Uh, Fili, Kili. Uh. Oin, Gloin. Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori."

Bilbo runs after one of the dwarves carrying a small basket of tomatoes.

"Not my prizewinners, thank you." Bilbo said taking the small basket of tomatoes out of the hands of the Dwarf.

"Ori!"

Bifur comes into the room and speaks dwarvish to Gandalf.

"Yes, you're quite right, Bifur. We appear to be one Dwarf short."

Dwalin lounges in a near corner. "He is late, is all. He travelled North to a meeting of our kin. He will come." Dwalin said taking a sip of his ale.

"Mr. Gandalf?" Dori interrupted causing Gandalf to turn and face the Dwarf with a small 'hmm'. "A little glass of red wine, as requested. It's got a fruity bouquet." Dori said holding two small glass cups and gives one to Gandalf.

"Oh. Cheers." Gandald said before taking a swig of the drink.

"Bombur's on his second leg of lamb already." Gloin said from the dining room.

Gandalf was about to take another sip of his drink but let's out a disappointed hmm as he realise it's all gone.

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All the dwarves are seated around Bilbo's dining room table. They are messy about preparing and eating their food.Gandalf sits in the middle of the chaos, calm and collected.

"No chance, not from that distance." Dwalin objected.

"Wanna bet." Bofur challenged. "Bombur, catch!" Bofur then threw food across the table and towards Bombur. Who catches it in his mouth. All Dwarves stared cheering and applauding.

Bilbo could only watch as the Dwarves feast on his and Rowena's food. He turns away from the dining room disgusted that the Dwarves are throwing the food around, and faces the pantry.

Bilbo could only sigh and look at his ruined pantry with devastation.

'Rowena, please. I can't take another minute of these Dwarves.' Bilbo thought as he clenched the pendant tightly in his hand.