Good day! I am Dwalin, one of the thirteen dwarves to accompany Thorin and Mr. Baggins to retrieve the long-stolen treasure of our ancestors from the evil dragon, Smaug. I am the younger brother of Balin, another dwarf on the expedition. Before Balin asked me to go with him to get the gold (it's always vengeance with him, you know,) I was an ordinary mining dwarf, and I must say I was pretty good at my job. I guess you could call me polite, as polite as a dwarf can be. I have respect for those in authority, just as long as they don't get on my nerves. I tend to grumble and complain a lot if I'm tired and don't get my way, though I usually don't speak my mind. When I do, though, I come up with plans that usually nobody follows. I'm cautious, and tend to stick with Balin. He has told me all about the day the dragon took our treasure, and has gotten me completely immersed in the subject, so when he told me he was going with a few other dwarves to get it back, I quickly volunteered, and so now I am a part of Thorin and Company. I went to a few meetings about the expedition; all the dwarves seemed nice enough. I just hope there will be no goblins. We were just on our way when Thorin came to the realization that there were thirteen of us, a very unlucky number indeed. We had to wait an entire month before Gandalf informed Thorin that he had found the fourteenth member, a burglar too! There was to be a final meeting at the burglar's home, and Balin and I had planned to arrive together. Scratch that, Balin was SUPPOSED to be the first, but he was late. Another thing: The burglar is a hobbit! I don't know how comfortable I am about that, but Gandalf said he is the best burglar there is. So, here I am, and I hear Balin at the door.
Until Next Time,
Dwalin