The Hobbit - An Unexpected Journey Edition (IN EDITING)

3. Twelve Dwarves And An Elf

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”Those are mine!” the Dwarves yelled amongst themselves, pulling and tugging on different plates of food, knocking things out of place as they went. The majority of them had gathered in Bilbo’s pantry, stealing food from the shelves and filling their mugs up with ale in the very tiny room, and Bilbo feared that they would never stop – just plucking and plucking of his food until there would be none left of it, and he’d have to fill his pantry all over again which was certainly not a big bag of laughs the first time around. Tomatoes, beetroot, sweet peas, cucumbers and all kinds of root crops were taken out of the pantry and onward to the dining hall. Bilbo had thought it was kind enough of him to invite twelve Dwarves and an Elf into his house to stay, along with a very confound wizard, and most of them he had not known longer than a few hours. Now he had to share his food as well, and at this point he was not sure of how much he could cope with.

As Bilbo went around shouting and telling the Dwarves off, he was with no doubt ignored. They did not listen to his opinion about the situation what so ever which came as no bigger surprise. They were as deaf to his voice as Dwalin and Balin had been earlier that evening.

The Dwarves carried all that they could find from the pantry, out into the dining hall and placed the stuffed plates of food down on the long, wooden table. Knives and forks were put out as well, along with mugs already filled with ale. Bilbo’s entire house was a utter and complete mess.

“Put that back! Put that back!” Bilbo kept on yelling towards every Dwarf who passed him by with a plate stuffed with vegetables of meat. “Not the jam, please! Excuse me!”

A Dwarf with ginger coloured hair and beard which was braided down his very large belly came out of the small pantry, and with him he carried three big rolls of cheese placed on a wooden board in his hands, causing Bilbo to stop and stare in disbelief.

“Um, excessive, isn’t it? Have you got a cheese knife?” Bilbo asked as the big stomached Dwarf disappeared into the dining room, his footsteps thumping against the wooden floor. However, the Dwarf did not answer which yet again didn’t exactly come as a surprise to Bilbo at this point, so instead of bothering chasing after him, Bilbo corrected his suspender strap which had fallen down from his shoulder.

“Cheese knife?” Another Dwarf exclaimed behind Bilbo, shaking his head to the Hobbit’s ignorance. “He eats it by the block!” The Dwarf held a big cutting board with ham stacked upon it in his hands that he later carried out into the dining room along with the rest, laughing as he went.

Everywhere Bilbo turned he saw Dwarves – all in different sizes, all in different weird ways of acting and moving. The young Hobbit felt how his head was spinning, but as he noticed how one of the Dwarves were carrying out a chair, heading towards the dining hall, Bilbo walked up to him with haste and started pushing the chair back towards the Dwarf, demanding that he took it back to the room where it came from.

“Take it back! Take it back, please.”

The Dwarf had a thick grey beard and hair, with a large nose and started pointing towards his ear in confusion.

“I can’t hear what you’re sayin’, lad”, the Dwarf raised his voice, although obediently took the chair back to its original place.

The plates of food that was carried out into the dining hall never ended, which made Bilbo lightheaded and dizzy. Gandalf had to bend down through the different entrances not to hit his head in the roof and walls, and he was also forced to hunch constantly as he was placing out the plates and cutlery around the dining table frame.

“Excuse me, Mr Gandalf?” A Dwarf with a little braided basket in his arms came up to the tall wizard who – at the moment wore no hat on his head. Placed on the little basket that the Dwarf was carrying were a teapot and two small cups, all beautifully decorated with flowers. The Dwarf’s beard was braided, as were the hair on his head and it rounded his head artistically in some odd-looking hairstyle. Gandalf stopped his doing of succumb and turned around to face the Dwarf.