A/N: Hullo, I'm back. Enjoy.

Gandalf was a wizard. He knew about magic, the making of Arda, the other wizards, and several other impressive things. But one thing he did not know how to do was how to organize a company of 13 dwarves and a hobbit.

"So, Gandalf, what should we do?" Asked Bofur cheerfully.

"Oh! Well, get the camp set up..." Bofur rolled his eyes. "But who does what?"

"Oh! Well, you can start the campfire."

"OK."

"Bombur...you...you can take first watch."

"But-" Said Bombur, gaze lingering over the food and cooking supplies.

"Oin, you can cook."

"But..."

"Fili and Kili, Mr. Baggins, go and keep watch with Bombur-"

"Are you sure you want them-"

"And Then I'll tell you who watches next!"

Finally, Fili, Kili, Bombur, and Bilbo resign to thier task, Bombur shooting a glare at Oin, who looks quite lost.

Bofur gets his campfire done alright, so that's done, but Oin is clearly struggling with the stew.

Hey Kili, Lookit me!"

Fili has managed to roll one eye backwards.

"Oh yeah? Watch this!" Kili rolled both eyes entirely back, showing only the whites.

"Kili! That's disgusting! Help me watch the ponies!" Bilbo reprimanded.

"I'll be right back." Said Bombur, getting up.

Kili puts his eyes in normal position helps Bilbo for about two minutes, Before Fili wonders, "Hey, where's Bombur?"

"I''ll go get him." Said Bilbo.

"I'll go with you." Said Kili.

They left Fili and the ponies and headed for camp.

Bombur and Oin were arguing.

"No, No, No, No! Are you daft? Cinnamon. Doesn't. Go. With. Lamb."

"Eh?" Responds Oin, Getting his ear trumpet.

"CINNAMON DOESNT GO WITH LAMB!" Bombur spoke loudly, out of annoyance as will as making himself heard.

"Ow! No need to get loud."

"Well, It doesn't!"

"But Lamb gives people indigestion, and cinnamon-"

"Wait, no it does't."

"Always Gives Gloin wind."

That stopped Bombur in his tracks. "It gives him what?"

Oin repeated himself, loud enough for the entire camp to hear, "Lamb gives Gloin wind!"

Gloin looked mortified.

"What is that?" Asked Bombur as Oin tossed something else into the pot.

"Rose hips!"

"That does't go with lamb!"

"But roses smell so good..."

"What does it do anyway, cure wind?"

"No, No, No! It protects you from illnesses, you idiot!"

"Idiot?! Who was trying to mix cinnamon with lamb?"

Gandalf also looked quite lost.

"Oh Glo-o-oin!"

"Care for some lamb?"

"Be quiet, Kili!"

Fili grabbed some lamb from the supplies and shoved in Gloin's face.

"Lay off!" Gloin yelled at Fili.

Bilbo froze.

"Wait, if I'm not watching the ponies, and Bombur's not watching the ponies, and Fili and Kili aren't- uh-oh."

Gandalf has found his voice and yells out-"HOLD!"

Everyone stopped and looked at him.

"I pass leadership to Balin." says Gandalf,

Thorin asks,

"Wwwwwwwoooooooouuuuuuuullllllldddddddd ssssssssoooooooommmmmmmmeeeeeeeeoooooooonnnnnnnneeeeeeee eeeeeeeeexxxxxxxxxpppppppppllllllllaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn wwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaatttttttt iiiiiiiissssssss ggggggggoooooooooiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg oooooooonnnnnnn?"

"Come again?"

Thorin repeated himself.

"Oh..." Says Dwalin, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Nnootthhiinngg mmuucchh." He says, trying to slow down as much as the wizard.

Thorin was extremely doubtful about that, even more so when an errant pony charged through the camp.

Everyone dove out of the way. Dwalin grabbed Thorin and pulled him to safety. The pony swerved into the undergrowth, then they heard it galloping back to the pastures.

"Heh, heh. Whoops. Daisy must've gotten loose. Or is that Myrtle? I'd better go check. Daisy? Myrtle?" With that, Dwalin chases after the pony.

"Erm, well, yes. Umm, Bombur, you can go back to cooking-" Balin said.

Bombur shoves aside Oin and grabs his utenils. "Oin, you and I can help Dwalin round up the ponies, and Bilbo, Gloin, help Thorin if he needs to get anything quickly."

Bilbo's eyes widen. "You're asking us to help Thorin?" He squeaks. "He'll bite our heads off!"

"In slow motion!" Adds Gloin, glancing at the king.

Balin follows Gloin's gaze. Thorin notices and looks at them suspisciously.

Balin sighed. "Listen, you're the best people for the job. I need to go help My brother and Oin catch the ponies, Fili and Kili would get distracted, Dori needs to look after his brothers-"

"Oh, please," says Gloin, watching Dori smothering Ori in scarves and blankets, and Ori sending them a pleading look.

"My point exactly." Said Balin. "And Bofur is helping Bombur, and Bifur's in his own little world."He said, with a look at the latter, who was staring intensely into the flames. They can't argue with that, and Balin is the substitute leader after all, so they reluctantly walk over to Thorin. Thorin pointedly ignores them.

Balin, Dwalin, and Oin return from getting the ponies, covered in grass strains. Wisely, no one mentioned the daisies that are tangled in Dwalin's beard. "Well," Said Dwalin, "At least it can't get any worse."

Thunder boomed.

Everyone took shelter in their bedrolls from the pouring rain.

Gandalf repeated, "Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in morning, sailor takes warning."

A/N: Well...looks like Bilbo was right. Next chapter should be up by friday!