this is about the hobbit. It began long ago... in a land far away to the east...the like of which you will not find in the world today. There was the city of Dale. Its markets known far and wide. Full of the bounties of vine and vale. Peaceful and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-earth: Erebor. Stronghold of Thror, King Under the Mountain. Mightiest of the Dwarf Lords. Thror ruled with utter surety...never doubting his house would endure...for his line lay secure in the lives of his son...and grandson Thorin Oakenshield. My name is Dimin, I'm a half-ling, half elf and half dwarf. I was approached by a tall, grey wizard who needed someone with my skills to join a company of other dwarves and a half-ling on the most dangerous journey I think I've ever been on.... sounds perfectly sane, why not? "Dimin, at your service...you must be Mr Baggins."