ah, Bilbo's favorite time of day! The evening...the orange sun would always cast through the main window of his hobbit home and light up the kitchen. So warm...so inviting...so quiet.

Currently, the hobbit was creating his dinner(which he do desperately craved)... He cut carrots, diced onions, beat the meat(not in the way you're thinking...)

He cooked the meat on his stove before adding a tad bit more seasoning and placing it on a plate with sides of potatoes, corn, onions, and carrots. He grabbed a lemon slice and gently squeezed just a bit out of it on to the meat slab.

he smirked to himself, a job well done! Like always...of course, his sense of pride was interrupted. Ah. Nothing lasts forever I suppose...

A knock erupted at his door. Bilbo gave the door the biggest side eye possible. Who in middle earth had big enough balls to come and knock at this time of day?! Right before he was eating too! Though...Bilbo had manners...and feet...so he huffed and wobbled over to his front door.

The door swung open and he sighed

"Good evening and goodbye! I'm not expecting guests over. Whatever you want you must make it fast. I beg your pardon but, I'm trying to have supper. A good one too!"

Bilbo furrowed his brows and squeezed his lips together so it looked like a thin line. There you stood...at his door...interrupting his favorite meal of the day.