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‖~~ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴏꜰ 13 ᴅᴡᴀʀᴠᴇꜱ? part 1~~‖

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𝓐𝓶𝔂'𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓿: 

Finally, it's the weekend! Helen and my mom are gone for the whole weekend.

Instantly, I noticed the time as it read "6 am." I still had time to clean everything in the apartment before I jumped out of bed and started my day with a cool/hot shower. Not long after getting dressed in black jeans and a baggy T-shirt to match my military sneakers, before heading towards the supermarket, it was my responsibility that the whole Company of dwarves feel welcomed and comfortable, which excited me to the fullest...

I'm also a bit nervous, but anyway, I'm enjoying my chores more often than I had hoped that I would visit my favorite bakery later in the day. With a grin, eating my cereal, I took my keys and exited, Knowing freshly baked crepes would be the perfect treat after a busy morning. 

As I made my way through the aisles of the supermarket, carefully selecting the ingredients needed for the Company of Dwarves' gathering, I couldn't help but feel excited. I couldn't stop smiling, as it was clear that this weekend would be quite an adventure.

Later...

"Gracias! Aquí estan su 'tip'." I thanked the men, handing each of them their payment, and as soon as they were gone through the elevator, I locked and shut the door before I started taking off my shoes, slipped on some sandals, and got ready to cook.

Hours passed, dinner was ready, and night had fallen, signaling the need for preparation. I took a towel, and my phone played the "Beauty of the Inner Sensitive Soul" playlist and showered. Afterward, I dried my hair and dressed in a dark navy blue turtleneck, accessorized with an autobot choker, a watch, a silver leaf ring, black comfy leggings, and flip-flops.

Shortly before I wore my ankle brace, yeah, that's right; I'm injured, but it's just a sprain, so I'll be extra cautious. I just wished nobody would spot it. As I stared at myself in the mirror to check if I needed anything else, and on cue, the doorbell rang, and I promptly changed my favorite playlist to "Fireplace ASMR with NO MUSIC." 

Instantly, my TV screen transformed into a fireplace connected to a chimney: "Uh, what the hell?" Without hesitation, I averted my gaze by ignoring the magic that had happened and hurried to the door to open it. The man is no ordinary dwarf, and I immediately recognized that bald head from anywhere: 

"Dwalin. At your service." Dwalin, the dwarf, bowed as I curtsied, internally thrilled to meet him. He awaited my response: "Amy, welcome. Please, come inside." I ushered him in; he stomped, pausing to listen as I added, "Dinner's ready. Feel free to sit; remember to remove your boots and wash up. I cleaned the floor today."

Dwalin mumbled under his breath: "Never mentioned a human." He entered and quickly removed his coat. Surveying the living room, he spotted the food arranged on the table for him. Just as he was about to toss his fur coat onto me, I stood firm and politely interjected: "I would appreciate it if you just handed me your coat without throwing it, please?" 

"Hmph." Dwalin, surprisingly, did as told and handed me his coat gently before he walked to the bathroom to wash his hands and later sat down. I was satisfied and smiled, "Enjoy your meal. Plenty of food, so eat up and save some for the rest." He didn't say anything but gave me a simple nod and an intimidating glare after I told him that, and I turned around to pretend I wasn't intimidated by him. When in reality, I was.

Before I could close the door, I noticed no one else was coming in yet, which gave me an idea. Taking a paper from my room, I wrote a note about what the dwarves should do before entering and stuck it to the gate. 

To continue...