The Hobbit - An Unexpected Journey Edition (IN EDITING)

4. A Burglar

Edited

The rounded front door – painted all in green – swung open, squealing a little as it went. The quite tall and muscular Dwarf standing on the other side of the door turned his gaze away from the plains, which created the beautiful view in front of Bilbo’s house, and he fixated his eyes upon the wizard. His eyes glimmered in the gloom light, indicating the colour of the purest sapphires.

The Dwarf was wearing a big, thick leather cloak with a fur pelt running down his muscular chest, causing him to look a lot like a bison. He had long, wavy hair – cole black in colour, stroking down his back, and at the very roots of his hair, grey was growing, indicating wisdom and age of the slightest kind. His face was calm and wise, his expression almost ancient, despite the few grey hairs at the Dwarf’s hair roots he looked unexpectedly young for his lifetime.

He wore a full moustache growing down over his chin, braided neatly with metallic ends and jewellery. He was a bold leader of the rarest kind – his heart brave and strong, his hands able to handle weapons from swords and axes to bows and smaller knives, his muscles able to snap the neck of an orc. Yet his frame seemed secure and cosy, kind and understanding – able to shield anyone from any kind of harm. He had protected and served, until his days of leadership had finally come.

His neck was tilted down, his eyes forced to roll up to be able to spot the wizard behind the big wall which separated their gazes.

“Gandalf”, he spoke, his voice just as ancient and in the resemblance to the one amongst the company with equal beauty to the Dwarf’s voice. It was husky and deep, rolling through a dimness somewhere in his throat; it caused people to stop and listen.

As the Dwarf with the sapphire eyes looked upon the wizard, his expression immediately illuminated, his face apparent like rays of sunlight, a small smile appearing on his lips as the corners turned askew; and without hesitation he stomped into the house just like the others had before him - heavy and sounding thuds in the floor as he walked in, his muddy trails joining the rest in the main hall of Bilbo’s house.

“I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way – twice.” ( I seriously do not understand how he lost his way ).

The Dwarf walked past the wizard who held the front door wide open for the Dwarf with the sapphire eyes – the Dwarf holding his head high, determined and proud with a steady fist folded around the buckle to his fur pelt. The rest of the companied Dwarves stood right beside the open entrance - gathered together such as a loyal army gather before their leader. The company looked upon the thirteenth member of the Dwarves with respect and loyalty – their frames bowing down before him as he walked past and the Dwarf threw his fellow members a quick, greeting smile, his blue eyes continuously glimmering.

“I had not found it at all if it weren’t for that mark on the door”, he snorted, unbuckling his fur pelt which had gotten just a slight bit too warm inside Bilbo’s house, and as he did, Kili entered the gloom light from the shadows of the house with Fili by his side – putting a wide grin on the sapphire-eyed Dwarf’s lips, the very sight of his nephews putting a genuine smile on his face. The two Dwarf brothers took their places by their uncle’s side – the Heirs of Durin having been reunited once more. Fili diverged from his uncle’s appearance due to his light blond hair; however Kili was the exact resemblance of his uncle – same muscular frame, similar cole black hair and hard jaw.

As Bilbo heard the Dwarf utter his words about the mark on Bilbo’s expectedly untouched door, he winced and hurried with quick steps through the crowd of assembled Dwarves and trotted up to the wizard, a bothered frown on his face.

“Mark?” he exclaimed. “There’s no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!” The Hobbit was clearly confused and again upset, taking no notice of his newest guest by his side. Bilbo tried to desperately catch a glimpse of the front of his green door, but Gandalf closed it heavily shut before he could.