I typed most of this on my phone, so If I missed something in my proof read that is why.

This is not how she expected her evening to go. Bilba thought she would have a quiet evening for supper by herself, but no, 12 dwarves had to show up! Plus gandalf! "Bilba dear, what on earth is the matter?" Gandalf asked as she ran around the her house, trying to keep order.

"What's the matter?!" She exclaimed. Bilba continued to rant on what was the matter. She about died when they started throwing her dishes around.

Things only settle down when another knock came to the door. "He's here." Gandalf spoke.

"There's another one?" Bilba grumbled and went to the door. She sighed and opened the door, only to be taken back by a very handsome dwarf standing in the doorway.

"Gandalf." He spoke as he noticed the wizard. Bilba stepped aside so he could come in.

"Bilba Baggins, let me introduce you to the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield." Gandalf introduced.

"So this is the hobbit." He spoke, looking to the smaller girl.

Bilba crossed her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable under the dwarf's stare. "I would appreciate if you wouldn't stare at me as a criminal." She spoke. She didn't really mean criminal, she meant as if she was a prize, but she decided to say criminal.

Thorin raised his brows some at her statement and began walking around her. He didn't mean it as Bilba thought, but she wasn't happy with this dwarf. She backed away, frowning her brows. "Excuse you." She spoke, getting angry.

"Bilba-" Gandalf started, but Thorin spoke.

"Have you done much fighting?" He asked.

"Does it look like I have Mr. Oakenshield?" She countered.

Thorin chuckled. "I thought as much. She looks more like a grocer than a burglar."

The other dwarves chuckled at his statement, but Bilba felt offended. "How rude." Bilba mumbled, slightly glaring at the leader.

"Bilba, fix him something to eat won't you?" Gandalf asked.

"I don't see why I should. He's rather rude." Bilba said, crossing her arms.

"He didn't give a good first impression, yes, but perhaps still, kill him with kindness." Gandalf told her.

Bilba sighed and nodded. "I suppose you're right."

Bilba went to the kitchen, fixing Thorin some left over soup, and placing it front of him. He gave her a nod as a thank you. She gave a small curtsy to be polite, and went sit on a chair near the table of dwarves.

Bilba listened as they talked. She heard something of how they were going on a quest it sounded, and her ears perked up at that. "You're doing a quest?" She asked.

"Bilba, my dear lass, let us have a little more light." Gandalf asked.

Bilba quickly went and grabbed a candle, bringing it over to them. "The Lonely Mountain." She read, looking to the map.

The dwarves started there chatter again. Bilba didn't get much of it, but she did hear them say the word 'beast.' "Beast?" She asked. "What beast?"

"Well that would be a reference to Smaug the terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather, teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks, extremely fond of precious metals." Bofur told.

"Yes, I know what a dragon is." Bilba quickly said to quiet him.

Ori suddenly stood to speak. "I'm not afraid! I'm up for it! I'll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!"

"The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest." Balin told.

The dwarves started their bickering again until Fili put his fist down on the table. "We may be few in number. But we're fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!"

"And you forget we have a wizard in our company, Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time." Kili added.

Gandalf started to protest but then Dori ask how many, and they started their bickering again.

"Oh, um... please, please." Bilba said trying to calm them, but Thorin stood.

"Enough!" He shouted, shutting everyone up. "If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look East to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?" He continued.

"You forget the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain." Balin told.

"That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true." Gandalf said and held up a key.

"How did you come by this?" Thorin asked.

"It was given to me by your father by Thrain, for safekeeping. It is yours now." Gandalf told him.

"If there is a key." Fili spoke. "There's must be a door."

"These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls." Gandalf said and gestured to the map.

"There's another way in." Kili spoke with a smirk.

"Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map, and I do not have the skill to find it, but there are others in Middle-Earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth, and no small amount of courage. But if we're careful and clever, I believe that it can be done." Gandalf told.

"That's why we need a burglar." Ori said.

"Hmm. And a good one too. An expert, I'd imagine." Bilba said, finally including into the conversation.

"And are you?" Gloin asked.

Bilba frowned her brows. "Am I what?"

"She said she's an expert!" Oin said with joy.

"Me? No! No, No, No! I...I'm not a burglar. I've never stolen a thing in my life." Bilba defended.

"And I'm afraid I have to agree with Miss Baggins." Balin spoke. "She's hardly burglar material."

"Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves." Dwalin said.

The dwarves started talking over each other again, and honestly it was giving Bilba a headache.

Gandalf suddenly stood. "Enough! If I say Bilba Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar she is! Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most if they choose, and while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of a dwarf, the scent of a hobbit is all but unknown to him, which gives us a distinct advantage. You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company, and I have chosen Miss Baggins. There's a lot more to her than appearances suggest. And she's got a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including herself." Gandalf told them. "You must trust me on this."

"Very well, we'll do it your way." Thorin said.

"No, no." Bilba said, touching Thorin's shoulder sort of as a reflex as if that would change anything.

"Give her the contract." Thorin continued.

"It's just the usual summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration,

funeral arrangements, so forth." Balin said passing the contract down.

"Funeral arrangements?" Bilba asked.

She read through some of the contract, mumbling to herself until she got to a specific word. "Incineration?" She asked.

"Oh, aye, he'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye." Bofur told.

"You alright lass?" Balin askes.

"Um, yea. I -um, I feel faint." She said, touching her head as she became dizzy.

"Think furnace, with wings." Bofur added.

"I-I need air." Bilba told.

"Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! You're nothing more than a pile of ash!" Bofur continued.

Bilba touched her stomach as well as her head. Her stomach felt as if she was going to be sick and her head spun. "Nope." She let out in a breath and went to fall to the floor.

Believe it or not, Thorin quickly moved to catch her before she hit the ground.

"Oh, very helpful, Bofur." Gandalf said sarcastically. "Um, Thorin, just carry her to her bed if you will. Let her rest."

Thorin picked up the hobbit and brought her to her room, laying her down. When he went to leave, though, he noticed how her hand balled his shirt as she grabbed it. Her face looked scared, as if she was imagining the worse of smaug the terrible.

He put his hand on top of hers, as if that would sooth her. Thankfully it did and she let go of him.

Bilba eventually woke, and after a bit of Gandalf trying to convince her she told him no, that she couldn't go

Bilba eventually woke, and after a bit of Gandalf trying to convince her she told him no, that she couldn't go.

Bilba sat, listening as she heard the dwarves sing a song. To her, it was actually a very beautiful song that she didn't think they would be capable of singing.

She heard Thorin as he sang and thought he had a beautiful voice. It was deep, and sounded powerful. If she was being honest, his speaking voice sounded beautiful too. It was deep like his singing voice, and was rough as well, which she found that she liked.

Her first impression of him wasn't good, and that impression didn't change throughout the night, but chills did run down her spine every time he spoke. She hated that fact, but there was no denying it.