Okay, super dumb idea, but please post what you think of it.

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I looked up for the first time in days. I saw a dwarf with black hair walk by. I don't know why, but his anger didn't seem to bother me like my father's had. I think it was because my father's anger was rooted in the madness that came from being drunk. This dwarf's anger seemed to be coming from sadness, not madness. Shakily, I stood up and walked over to the dwarf, then tapped his arm. He turned to me, startled.

"What!" he snapped.

"Can you help? My parents were killed in a fire, and I have no relatives that can help watch me."

The dwarf looked at me, and I saw how sad he was. He looked away quickly.

"Please?" I begged.

"I... I won't be able to take care of you for long. Just until next summer. I'm Thorin."

"I'm Alex."

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"What's the name of the hobbit we're visiting?"

"Alex," Thorin said, laughing,"for the tenth time, all I know is that we're visiting a hobbit. Gandalf didn't tell me anything else."

"All right, all right! I just hope the hobbit knows we're coming."

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Why wouldn't Gandalf tell us his name? It might be because Gandalf didn't pick a particular hobbit. Maybe he just left his mark on some random door."

"Okay, you made your point!"

Now it was my turn to laugh. About a year ago, Thorin made a group of Dwarves to help him defeat a dragon that had destroyed his home. The group consisted of Thorin, Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, Ori, Fili, Kili, Gandalf, and me, though we only really counted the Dwarves (Thorin - Kili). Since we all thought that 13 was an unlucky number, Gandalf had chosen a hobbit to be the 14th member. Unfortunately, none of us knew who the hobbit was, except possibly Gandalf.

"Look! There's his mark! On the door, in blue!" I said. We walked towards the door. I noticed Thorin seemed sad.

"Thorin, are you okay?" He nodded, then opened the door, which was lower then my chin. Thorin, being a dwarf, walked through easily, but I had to duck. The other dwarves and Gandalf were already there. I could spot the hobbit right away. He had curly red hair, and seemed horrified at the dwarves that filled his kitchen. I walked over to him, and shook his hand.

"Hi. Um, I'm Alex. You didn't know we were coming, did you?"

"Bilbo, and no, I did not. What are these dwarves doing in my house? I don't want any of them here!"

"Bilbo, I'm sorry. Believe me, when I met these dwarves, I thought they were pretty crazy, too. Um, is that supposed to be your pantry?" I asked, pointing at a nearly empty room. Bilbo groaned, then desperately ran around, trying to stop the dwarves from continuing their behavior. Through the clashes and banging, I swore I could hear a slight rythym. Before long, the dwarves started singing, mocking Bilbo's efforts.

Blunt the knives, bend the forks.

Smash the bottles and burn the corks.

Chip the knives and crack the plates.

Thats what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat.

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat.

Pour the milk on the bathroom floor.

Splash the wine on every door.

Put the crocks in a boiling stove

Pound them with a thumping pole

And when you're done if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates

So carefully, carelfully with the plates!