Bilbo Baggins had started his day similar to many others. The hobbit preferred to keep to himself, and aside from a rather strange run-in with a wizard, his day had been rather mundane. This was perfect, of course. The more isolated he remained, the better. After he'd purchased a fish from the marketplace for dinner, Bilbo had returned home to prepare his meal when he heard a knock at the door. Odd. Visitors were far and few in-between, especially at this hour.

With a sigh, Bilbo rose to his feet, left the table, and got the door. At the very least, the hobbit had expected to face someone of equal height. This was far from the case, however. Dwalin seemed to tower over him, rendering Bilbo very nervous. "Yes?" Flustered, he readjusted his robe and did his best to stand tall (not an easy feat) while keeping eye contact. "May I help you?"