Merry? Merry? Nothing seemed Merry about this lot. But more like hugely irritating. They didn't seem to have much respect for his home, or taken his warnings into account. He hoped, things would soon be explained to him. Or he would really and truly loose his mind.

Kili blinked, as Gandalf seemed to register his curiosity. He smiled at the Wizard. "Thanks Gandalf." he said, with a nod as he promised to handle the lot. He took a slight breath, trying to compose himself, as he walked over to the mysterious she-elf. He cleared his throat a little. "Umm...Hello there...are you alright?" he asked, seeing the intense glare on her face; as she stared into the depths of the fire.

Suddenly, a loud knock could be heard. "Ah, he's here." Gandalf said, the merriment in the kitchen/dining room had stopped, and everyone poked their heads around. Gandalf walked over the small hobbit door, opening it up. There in the darkness of the night, stood Thorin Okeanshield. Leader of the Durin Folk, Uncle of Kili and Fili. "Gandalf." Thorin greeted. "I thought you said, this place was easy to find. I lost my way twice...I wouldn't have found my way here, if it wasn't for that mark."

"Mark? What mark?...there's no mark. That door was freshly painted, a week ago." Bilbo said, as he narrowed his eyes at the new arrival...before glancing at his door. But he saw nothing.

"There is a mark." Gandalf told Bilbo "I put it there myself." he smiled a little. Maybe a little bit nervously. "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to the introduce the leader of our company. Thorin Oakenshield."

Glancing back at the Dwarf, Thorin took a step closer. Glancing down at Bilbo. "So, this is the Hobbit." he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Tell me Mr, Baggins have you done much fighting?" he asked, as he circled him around, taking him in.

"What?" Bilbo looked a little stunned.

"What's your Sword? Your Weapon of Choice?" Thorin questioned, before he took a place near his nephew Fili. Looking down at the Hobbit.

"Well, I have some skill in Conkers, if you must know." Bilbo said, with a slight smile on his face. "But, I fail to see why that's relevant."

"Thought as much." Thorin said as he glanced back towards his family and friends. "He looks more like a Grocer, not a thief." His words earned a few chuckles, especially from his young nephew Kili.

Bilbo blinked, looking offended "T...Thief? I beg your pardon...I never stole anything in my life!" Bilbo was quite offended. This was it...he had enough.