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Gandalf felt someone clasp him on the back and he looked around. It was the dwarves, all except Thorin. "Where is he?" gadalf simply asked.

"A clan meeting, with the dwarves of the iron hills, we need their assistance if we are to take back Eronor." Balin, probably the oldest and most experience dwraf said.

Gandalf nodded. "Let us be on our way then." He said with a smile.

after about half an hour it was dark, and that's when they arrived at Bilbo's nice little hobit hole. Gandalf himself only noticed it in the darkness du to the rune on the door, all hobbit holes looked alike. "Ah here we are." he said the dwarves walked over to the door, but oddly not all at once, in one's and twos. Maybe it was a dwarven tradition he wasn't aware of.