Thorin Oakenshield The Feeling Of Betrayal

Part 1

Traveling with Fili and Kili to a cute little place called the Shire. They both knocked on a circle green door with a golden nob at the center. Kili smiled back at me and I frowned. Just because I was a female and used to be his uncle's maid meant nothing. But to Kili it meant everything. He thought his uncle and I weren't meant to be or something, so ever since Kili was young he'd do everything to push me into his uncle.

I've been around the world since we lost our home and now we might get the chance to take it back, so Fili and Kili found me to help. There is a small part of me that misses the mountain. But there's a part of me that is scared to go back. That dragon had taken everything from me. If Thorin wasn't there, I'd gone too. He had pulled me to safety before the fire burned everything it touched. I owe my life to Thorin for that. Which is why I was going to help them.

"Does your uncle know you two found me?" I questioned, adjusting my sword holder so it didn't squish my ladies.

Kili smiled at Fili. "I don't believe he does."

Fili rolled his eyes, tired of the little games Kili pulls. "I am sure he'll be happy to see though."

I sighed. "I do not know about that. We parted on bad terms."

The swung open and a small little man with a handsome face stood in the doorway. He whimpered at the sight of us.

"Fili."

"And Kili."

"At your service," the boys said together, bowing to the small male.

"You must be Mr. Boggins," Kili smiled.

The man frowned. "Nope! You can't come in. You've come to the wrong house," he groaned, trying to shut the door.

Kili pushed back. "What? Has it been canceled?"

Fili pushed himself into the doorway. "No one told us."

The man squinted his eyes for a second. "Canceled. No, nothing's been canceled."

"That's a relief." Kili pushed through the door and so did Fili. Which left me standing there.

I hurried after them and watched them rudely hand their weapons over to the little man. Dwalin came through the other hall, grabbing the boys. There were still many to join us and this place was going to make sitting tight.

"I do apologize about this," I sighed turning to the man. "I am Vistra." I stuck out my hand for him to shake, but saw his hands were full of Fili and Kili's things, so I took them instead.

"Bilbo Baggins," he huffed at me. The door chimed and he went off as he stomped over to answer it.

Wondering to Balin, I began to help set the table. The rest of the dwarves piled into the hole. They all began setting the table with me and filling it with food. Bilbo did not like us taking all his food. I next to Bofur, who was a good friend. The table was loud until they all drank some ale. Once all our bellies were full, everyone did their own thing and caught up with one another. Dwalin was sitting by the fire so I went over and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"What a treat to have you here, Vistra," Dwalin smiled.

"A treat indeed. I haven't the pleasure of seeing many of you for years," I smiled back, kissing him on the cheek. The boys and I were close, so it wasn't weird.

He chuckled, blushing a tad. "And who's at fault for that?"

I gave a groan. "In my defense, Thorin told me not to come back."

"You know Thorin could never throw you out like that. Which is why you're back, right?" Balin chimed in.

I sighed. "Fili and Kili actually never told their uncle about me being here."

"I am sure Thorin will be delighted you've come back," Balin said, smiling at Dwalin.

The lot of them act so strangely when talking about Thorin and me. It sometimes put me on edge thinking they may know more than I do.

Ori questioned what he should do with his plate. Which was a mistake for the boys loved to sing. Fili took the plate and tossed it to Kili, who tossed it to Bifur. Bilbo was not liking his things being thrown around. That's when Kili started to sing.

Blunt the knives, bend the forks - Smash the bottles and burn the corks - Chip the glasses and crack the plates - That's what Bilbo Baggins hates - Cut the cloth, tread on the fat - Leave the bones on the bedroom mat - Pour the milk on the pantry floor - Splash the wine on every door - Dump the crocks in the boiling bowl - Pound them up with a thumping pole - When you're finished - If they are whole - Send them down the hall to roll - That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

It was a cute little number on their part. And Bilbo was very much surprised when all the dishes were cleaned and put away. But all the laughter came to a sudden halt when there was a loud bang at the door. It was Thorin.