Thorin led me to a hobbit hole with a green door. It had a brass knob in the center, and a blue rune towards the bottom. Thorin knocked loudly three times. There was silence inside, then the door opened. A tall man dressed in grey stood in the door way.
"Gandalf... I thought you said that this house would be easy to find," Thorin said, annoyed. "I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at all if it weren't for the mark on the door."
A hobbit stepped forward. "There is no mark on that door, I can assure you. It was painted a week ago!"
"So, this is the hobbit," Thorin observed. "Tell me, have you ever seen battle?"
"...Thorin..." I growled.
"Axe or sword, what's your preferred weapon?"
"Thorin."
"Well, I have a bit of skill with conkers, but I don't see how that's relevant," the hobbit stammered.
"Thought just as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar," Thorin said, smirking.
"Thorin Oakenshield! I used flattery before, but now you are being an absolute insult to the line of Durin! If you are half the king I have heard of, you would treat Bilbo with more respect than that!"
Okay, I admit that I went too far, but I couldn't stand to see Bilbo treated like that. What did he do?
Thorin walked towards me, and I thought that he would slap me. Instead, I heard a voice in my head.
I will let you off easy, but only this time. Tell no one about this.
I realized that it was Thorin who I heard.
As you wish. I am sorry. I didn't mean to act like that.
Thorin responded with only a slight nod.