throat.
"I love adventure!" Hoiti screamed. She has hearing issues so she has to scream everything.
"Quiet, child, you're not in this." Gandarf snarled. Hoiti clambered up his back and perched on his head because his hair turned out to be a lovely nest.
She was ignored.
Bilbo opened his mouth to respond but was chased back to the safety of his hobbit hole by his brother/son, who was barking like there was no tomorrow and trying to eat him. But of course he did not notice or care, because he was always so repulsed by his children/siblings that he learned to completely ignore them to a point that they did not exist in his mind anymore.
Bilbo turned back to Gandarf expectantly.
"It's your line," he hissed, but Gandarf was busy trying to knock Hoiti off his head. Hoiti was not putting up much of a fight - she just sat, staring off into space with a very possessed smile spread across her face and her left eye twitching slightly. Of course, Gandarf was not that annoyed. Because She Was Adorable. She looked a lot like gollum, but skinnier and with less hair and teeth. And, obviously, bigger feet, because she was a hobbit.
"No. No way. No adventure for me, ha!" Bilbo scoffed. Toiti hissed and clambered up the steps and into the hobbit hole on his hands and knees, Hoiti galumphing after him quite majestically.
"Do they live with you?" Gandarf asked incredulously. Bilbo blinked once.
"Who?"
"The ragamuffins."
"Who?"
"The children. At least I think they're children."
"Who?"
Gandarf sighed and ran his long, thin fingers through his scraggly hair, disheveled by Hoiti's recent