Bilbo was quick to move aside as the burly dwarf made his entrance inside of the home. "Just a moment," he tried his best to protest against his new guest, though it was all in vain. The hobbit shut his circular door, and then he followed after Dwalin, his eyes taking in his numerous tattoos and burly build. This was not a dwarf to cross.

"Food?" Again, he was aghast. "Who told you this?" There was another knock at the door, and Bilbo nearly threw his hands up in frustration. What was going on? Grumbling to himself, the hobbit answered again, and this time he was met with someone more equal to his height.

There stood a dwarf, white hair and beard, with a friendly expression upon his face. "Balin, at your service!" The older dwarf spread his arms out (Bilbo feared he was going for a hug) and then he gave a polite bow before entering the cozy home. 

Bilbo shut the door for the second time, and he watched in disbelief as the dwarf entered the kitchen area. "Greetings, brother," the shorter of the two smiled fondly, while Bilbo watched from the back, arms folded with displeasure. "Excuse me," before he might protest, someone knocked for the third time.

Bilbo practically stomped down the hall. Brows furrowed, he jerked open the door, and there before him stood two more dwarves. A blond and brunette, each young, each seemingly relieved to have arrived to the correct home. Once Fili had introduced himself, Kili gave a bow, "and Kili, at your service!"

Once the formalities were over with, Kili resumed his normal posture and offered a large, boyish smile. "You must be Mister Boggins!" And so Bilbo's stressful evening began.