The Hobbit Alternate Ending Essay

The brilliant green door was whipped open aggressively, milliseconds after my brown ash staff made contact with the circular door, erasing the secret mark that I had made present just the morning before. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur and Thorin tumbled in onto the mat like clumsy deer born for the first time, landing at the feet of the enflamed hobbit that now stood before us. Bilbo Baggins, great-grandson of Old Took looked more confused and stricken than a wet cat and apologies immediately started flowing out of his mouth like the current of the Forest River. A hearty laugh bellowed out as I could just not help myself, leaning on my staff, observing the grumbling dwarves as they set their stubby bodies upright, tripping over their beards.
“Carefully! Carefully!” I said. “It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin!” I chuckled raising a bushy silver eyebrow. The dwarves and Bilbo exchanged cordial greetings and then the dwarves proceeded to hang up their colored hoods. Thorin, the old grudge holder, was not pleased of the entrance, and was quite haughty towards poor Bilbo.
“Now we are all here!” I exclaimed, surveying the row of thirteen
In the time it took him to finally come to, I had to do my best to convince the others that Bilbo was indeed the fourteenth member that they required to complete the long treacherous journey to reclaim the mountain Erebor from the dragon Smaug. I placed that mark on the door for a reason and there was no other answer. I heard a noise by the door and knew it was Bilbo eavesdropping in. Eventually when he had had enough verbal slander about him, he came in and began to defend himself saying that he could prove them wrong, and that he was indeed good for something. I finally had had enough of the dwarves’ bickering about the matter and put my foot