It seemed that no one had expected Bella to leap onto the table with the exception of a half bald dwarf and bilbo, both imediately stopping her from reaching the honey haired dward and pulling her back by her skirts.

The said honey haired dwarf jumped onto the balls of his feet and back away against the wall, the paper fell on the table but was ignored in favor of the hobitess that was sure to kill the honey haired dwarf if she could. 

"Who gave you the right to go into my office?!" Bella bellowed, the kind woman that Bilbo knew since her birth long gone and now a ferocious woman stood in her place, "To touch my things!?" Everyone looked at the honey haired dwarf, waiting for his reply, something that thankfully didn't happen because the wizard muttered something in a language he didn't understand, causing an instant reaction on the young woman.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she slumped back, exactly like a ragdoll, Bilbo was ready to catch his sister, granted his brain was telling him not to do it because she was ontop of the table but he was still ready. As was the dwarf that was holding her back, his free hand instantly reaching for her waist to catch her.

Unfortunately for both Bella's body slumped straight into the King's arms, motionless and calm, rage long gone from her features, almost as if it had only been a trick of their minds, Bilbo then turned to the wizard with wide eyes, questioning the wizard. "She's quite alright, she'll sleep the whole night." The wizard soothed the halfling, who hesitantly pulled his sister into his arms before padding to her bedroom, laying her softly on her bed.

Meanwhile in the dinning room the dwarves were still trying to comprehend the situation, "Belladonna Baggins is rather protective of her family and her possessions." Gandalf explained to the company, "Has been since she was born." Everyone nodded slowly and the honey haired dwarf returned to his seat, allowing his brother to pick up the paper.

His eyes scanned the paper and awe filled them, on the paper was a drawing of all the people in the house in the moment, all of them wearing armour, all of them looking exhausted with the exception of Belladonna, the she halfling that stood in the middle of the drawing with a beaming smile on her face, her hair in a braid over her shoulder with a tiny braid braided into it, a small bead holding it in place.

"Her mother also claimed that Bella has the ability to draw the most enchanting and detailed things and sceneries, most of which have come to pass long before her birth." Gandalf claimed, remembering the letters that Belladonna Baggins I used to send him, describing her children who had as long as they had lived adored the wizard.

"But this has not yet come to pass."the dwarf that was holding the drawing claimed, tearing his eyes from the paper and looking at the much older man with confusion clear in his face, "She drew the halls of Erebor in it's integrity." the dwarf next to him claimed, grabbing the drawing from him. At his words even Gandalf frowned, the halflings' mother had never mentioned in her letters Bella drawing things about the future.