I look down at my small feet before stopping in front of a Hobbit-hole with a bright green door. I knock on the emerald-colored wood next to the golden doorknob, placed perfectly center. The door opens quietly and smoothly, showing a young Hobbit towering over me.
"Hello?" He looks around.
"Mister Baggins?" He looks down at me in surprise. "May I come in?"
"Yes." He moves away from the doorway as I walk past.
"You have a lovely home, Mister Baggins."
"Thank you," he replies as he shuts the door. "What would your name be?"
"Alamara. I apologize for visiting so late, but I didn't think you'd want to be alone with your guests."
"G-guests?"
"Did the wizard not explain it to you?" He shakes his head. "I apologize on his behalf. He's gotten old and forgetful. And perhaps a bit rude. There will be a meeting here with the Company. Dwarves," I elaborate upon his confused look. "I will assist as much as possible, though I will most likely be out of sight. I must warn you, though. They can be stubborn and rude... And a bit prejudiced, but they are good at heart." He nods as someone knocks on the door.