Recap-

"Oh, No. No No. No. There's nobody home!" Bilbo yelled. "Go away and bother somebody else. There's far too many Dwarves in my dining room as it is. I-if this is some clot-head's idea of a joke... He laughed. I can only say it is in very poor taste."

Suddenly, the door was yanked open. Which, resulted in them falling on top one another.

Gandalf peered down to look inside.

I personally found the situation quite funny..Gandalf, and Bilbo faces' plus the Dwarves surprised ones, and the comments!

"Get off, you big lump!" Gloin spoke.

"Gandalf.." Bilbo sighed, not surprised in the least.

Then, Bilbo looked at me, stunned to see me again. A women amongst a large group of rowdy men.

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*Apostrophe ' in italics 'still, and will always be thoughts'
Song- Blunt The Knives - The Dwarves ❤️
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Bilbo had no choice but to let us into his house.

'poor Hobbit..'

"Hello, again Mr. Baggins."

"Good evening...Ana is it?" He asked.

I sighed. "Actually, it's Alicia or Ali."

"Oh my, my apologies! However I must say, you're certainly the calmest – and nicest out of all the...guests, miss Alicia." Bilbo spoke.

"You'll warm up to them, and them to you. Trust me."

"I don't want to warm up to them!" Bilbo whisper-yelled.

"Let me ask you this, Bilbo Baggins. Do you believe in Fate?"

"Yes...Why do you ask?"

"Then believe that fate brought them to you. The reason may yet be unknown, but have faith in that."

With those words, I walked off deeper into Bilbo's home to find a certain Wizard who had answers.

I discovered that the Dwarves were quite literally stealing his food... 'He's going to have a come apart!' I thought, eyes wide.

I found Gandalf helping them with the table, a plate in his hand.

I laughed before gently poking his arm. 'How else was I going to get his attention in this noisy house?'

Just then, Dori walked up with a tea tray. I held in a groan. 'Oh come on!'

"Excuse me, Mr.Gandalf?"

"Yes?" He answered.

"May I tempt you with a cup of camomile tea?" He asked.

"Oh no, thank you Dori. A little red wine for me. How about you, Alicia?"

"Sure, I'll try some Camomile tea, thank you Dori." I answered.

Dori smiled as he handed me the cup.

Gandalf and I walked into the...entryway? Quite frankly, I'm not sure what one would call it.

Now, it was time for answers.

The Dwarves came and went, making it hard for us to talk.

"I looked at Gandalf, I believed you promised me something?"

He grumbled. "First off, it certainly was not a promise, Alicia. But I never break my word. That, you should know." He looked at me with stern eyes.

"Noted." I said.

"What on middle-earth does 'noted' mean?"

"...It's a short version of saying 'I'll remember that.'." I told him.

"Ah, that's certainly one I haven't heard before." Gandalf muttered.

"Can we get to your 'clue' now?" I asked.

"Ah, yes. Certainly. But I must warn you...It might be a bit of a shock."

I looked at him with a dry look. One void of all expression.

'I've literally walked into a new, unknown world met Wizards, Hobbits, and Dwarves. What else could shock me so far?'

"A millennia (thousand) years ago, I met with a couple - I will not tell you their names. For most of this story is theirs to tell." He spoke quickly.

"Ok, go on..."

Gandalf and I walked to Bilbo's living room.

"Now, back then the world was not as peaceful as it is now. The Witch King of Angmar had just invaded Arnor and that couple feared for their Kingdom, as it was newly founded. But most of all...they feared for their children's lives – but especially this one particular child, this infant. For she had rare gifts. Some were inherited, others not. I was told later on that they had consulted the help of a seer to see into her future." Gandalf paused.

He had me on the edge of my seat...quite literally.

"This couple, had called me and the rest of my order to their Kingdom one morning to see if we could bring that child to safety, and indeed we did."

"..I'm sorry, but what's the point in telling me about this, Gandalf?" I asked.

Gandalf sighed. "This, is your home Nostariel."

I gaped at him. 'how did he know the other name on my necklace?' No one but Mother, Beth and Mike knew...

"Now, just wait a minute. You mean to tell me – that, that story is my past?" I asked. I felt like laughing!

Then my eyes narrowed.

I spoke one simple word. "How?"

"I was one of many who saved you, by sending you to Earth." Gandalf explained.

I noticed it was thundering outside, how the sky lit up with white lightning.

I growled. "Do you have any idea on how much shit I went through on that...that planet!? I was deemed a fricken Witch in the 15th century!"

"Surely that's not a bad thing." He said.

"Oh, no. It is. On my world..We have no magic. So being called a Witch is by far a good thing, Gandalf." I explained.

"I apologize if we put you in harms way, Nostariel. But it was needed, trust me."

I sighed, slowly calming down. 'Nostariel. Great, another name to go by...'

"Now, are we all good here?" Gandalf asked.

"Yes..I believe we are." I replied.

Gandalf got up from his chair, leaving me alone to ponder on my thoughts, my...unknown past.

I couldn't help but wonder, what would happen from here on out?

I could hear Gandalf counting off the Dwarves names, "Fili, Kili, Dwalin Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, Ori!"

I watched him have an exchange with Bifur. I silently wondered what he said.

"You're quite right Bifur, we appear to be one Dwarf short."

"He is late is all, he will come." Dwalin said. "He traveled north to have a meeting with our kin. He will come."

"Mr.Gandalf a little glass of red wine as requested. It's got a fruity boutique."

"Oh, cheers." Gandalf replied.

Honestly, this hearing of mine can be highly annoying at times.

The Dwarves had gotten everything set up to eat, and I decided to join them.

When I made my way towards the room... I was starting to regret my choice. It was loud. Very loud.

I took the one out of three available seats next to Bofur.

The scene that was about to unfold, was hilarious! Bofur tossed what seemed to be an egg into Bombur's mouth, and soon enough Gandalf entered the room and sat down eating a cookie while passing food around. Meanwhile, Bilbo passed by us, and took a look in his pantry and well... He couldn't believe what he saw.

"Who want's an ale?" Fili asked from on top of the table. "There you go." He spoke, giving one to Bofur, who in turn gave the ale to me.

"Thank you Bofur, but..i've never really drank ale before."

"Give it a try, lass who knows? You might like it." He said.

Across from us Dwalin was pouring ale into Oin's ear trumpet.

'Oh, that's gotta hurt.' I thought, knowing all too well how it feels to have water in the ear..

Then, the drinking contest!

'Eh, might as well join 'em'

So that I did.

Let the burps begin!

Now...I've rarely been able to burp on command. But, I gave it a shot. And it was one to rival Nori's. – no not Ori, Nori – the Dwarf with the hair of a starfish.

To say I was proud, would be an understatement. Proud and shocked would be more like it.

After the food, everyone in the house basically roamed. I followed Bofur and Gandalf having bonded to them the most so far.

And...that's when 'trouble' began.

Nori, picked up what I recognized as a doily. Making Bilbo panic, once again.

"E-excuse me, that is a doily not a dishcloth!" Bilbo explained to him.

"But it's full of holes..." Bofur said, eyebrows furrowed.

"It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet." Bilbo explained, once more.

"Oh, and what a wonderful game it is too if you've got the balls for it!" Bofur said.

I laughed.

"Bebother and confusticate these Dwarves!" Bilbo exclaimed, hands clenched.

"My dear Bilbo what on earth is the matter?" Gandalf asked him.

"What's the matter? I'm surrounded by Dwarves. What are they doing here?"

"Oh, they're quite a merry gathering- once you get use to them."

"Like I told Alicia I don't want to get use, nor warm up to these dwarves! Look at the state of my kitchen, there's mud, trod on the carpet th-they pillaged the pantry..i'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom. They've all but destroyed the plumbing. I don't understand what they're doing in my house!!"

A few minutes later I stuck my head around the corner, only to see little Ori ask Bilbo where he should put his plate.

It was then, that Fili and Kili showed up seemingly from out of nowhere. And they started a rhythm of tossing the plates throughout the house, silverware was being thumped on tables, and feet on the chairs. A song began with the said rhythm.

"Ooh you hear that lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!" Bofur spoke.

Kili started to sing

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks,

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates

Cut the cloth, trail the fat,

Leave the bones on the bedroom matt

Pour the milk on the pantry floor~

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

And when you've finished if they are whole~

Send them down the hall to roll!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

Everyone laughed at Bilbo's face as he shoved himself through to see the mess they had supposedly made.

But, it was then that things got serious... as several knocks were heard.

"He is here." Gandalf stated seriously.

I leaned down asking Gandalf, "Who's here?"