Thorin was seated inside with his fellow dwarves and two nephews, Gandalf, lingering in the corner as he spoke about the journey and the difficulties the company would face, the biggest problem being the large Dragon that had contaminated the dwarven halls of Erebor

Placing your hand on the doorbell and pressing it before hurridly adjusting your furs. Ready to greet Balin, Dwalin, Fili, Kili, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Oin, Gloin, Ori, Nori, Dori and of course Thorin. You knew you had arrived late since you could see one of the windows being dimly lit and whispers of a wise wizard and retaliation of the Dwarves.

The round door flew open, and you were greeted with a peculiar sight, a small little hobbit who looked rather flushed and irritated with almost everything that occurred. With the door open, the smell of food and ale made your mouth water, and your stomach grumble at the warm smell of a comfortable home.