"Go fish." Gandalf said in an exasperated voice. They had been playing the same game for hours. "Do you have a nine?" the Balrog reluctantly gave him a card. Gandalf took it, trying to shift positions in the tiny cage. "What exactly did you keep in here before me??" he demanded of the fiery beast. "A kitten" came the would be innocent voice. Gandalf stared blankly at him. "oh. Its your turn." The balrog mumbled to himself, and finally asked "Do you have a queen?" Gandalf frowned, his bushy eyebrows knitting together as he gave him the card. Finally, not being able to contain himself, he shouted "HOW CAN YOU STAND TO PLAY THE SAME GAME OVER AND OVER AGAIN?!?!?" "I haven't played in a long time" came the reply. "I like the company" Gandalf pondered over that. The game went on like that for a while, before the balrog sighed. "Some how, this just isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Gandalf's face clouded. "Then why didn't you stop before the eighth hour of playing?" The balrog shrugged. "You know, as we'll be here a long time, I might as well know your name." he trailed off. "Gandalf" the wizard muttered. "Wonderful! I love original names," the balrog beamed. "I'm Jimmy." "Well, Jimmy, can I ask you to let me out? My friends are in need of me; that fool of a Took Peregrin has probably drowned by now, or fallen off a great cliff, or led all the company to their doom someway or another." Jimmy looked sad. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that. You can look at my stamp collection, though." Gandalf looked up sharply. "You collect Stamps????" a broad grin spread across his face. "So do I!" he pulled out a battered looking book