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When Bilbo opens his door again its to a blond dwarf with more weapons than Bilbo knows what to do with. He looks the hobbit over before nodding to himself.
“Fili and Kili,” He bows. “At your service.” Then he's stepping around Bilbo and handing over weapons and whatever he's saying gets lost when the fox Bilbo thought was a fur wrap leaps to the floor and yips delightedly at the frightening dwarf who arrived first.
“Stop that, what use are you at that size? Come help us.” Dwalin gestures the fox into kitchen and Fili has only just finished handing over all his weapons. “Fili, come.”
“Right away Mister Dwalin.”
“Wait-”
Bilbo dumps the weaponry to the side when there's more knocking and the fox is circling his feet and chirping excitedly when he makes his way over to the door. “Stop that, you'll get stepped on. Silly thing, move.” It barks until he picks it up and just in time to not be squished by the dwarves that fall to his floor. “Gandalf.”
“I see you've met Master Kili.”
“Master-”
“Oh good!” Fili is at his side and helping dwarves off the floor. “Come, come eat! Its an impressive feast I must say! Kili, go! Finish setting the table!”
The fox squirms out of Bilbo's arms and lands with a thump barely audible over the loud conversation. There's a second, between its landing and its first step, where the air seems to twist and then there's another dwarf in his front hall. He's laughing and spins Bilbo as if they were partners in a dance and then Kili is bouncing off to set the table.
Gandalf is giving him a look that's far too amused for his liking and Bilbo is gearing up to give him a piece of his mind when there's a clatter and good lord, that's the antique plates he can tell from the sound.