After Gandalf left; Biblo kept glancing out of the window every once in a while...sometimes out the door to make sure the Wizard was really gone. Once he was satisfied, he was alone. He went about his business as usual.

That evening, Bilbo was almost done preparing his dinner. His tea was in a pot, brewed and ready for drinking. As he was squeezing the lemon over the juicy chicken. The doorbell rung. Bilbo frowned to himself, looking confused. He wasn't expecting company. He sighed and walked through his Hobbit home, until he reached the front door. There he was met by the Dwarf named Dwalin. Confused, Bilbo blinked as the dwarf entered his home, asking about supper. As the dwarf ate his meal, Bilbo closed his eyes at the sound of the crunching. He only managed to save one bread roll for himself, before he handed the plate to the Dwarf whom had asked for more.

Another doorbell. Making his way to the door again. Bilbo saw a white haired Dwarf standing there. "Balin, at your service." he greeted with a small bow, and smile.

"Good evening." Bilbo looked a little stunned, to see another Dwarf at his doorstep.

"Yes, it is a good evening." Balin smiled "Although, I think it might rain bit later." he said pointing at the sky. He then walked inside "Am I late?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Late...for what?" Bilbo asked, his brow furrowed. Hearing a clanking from another room, Balin looked around and smiled when he saw his brother. "Evening Brother." he said walking towards the other Dwarf.