As you sit by the fire in your hobbit house, a sudden knock comes at the door. It was early in the morning, and you couldn’t think why anyone would be visiting at such an unusual time. You ignore the knocking.

“Would you be so hospitable as to open the door!?”

the voice shouts. You recognise it as Gandalf.

“Why, I thought we were friends!”

he laughs, walking to the rounded window and peering in at you.

“I suppose you won’t want any of this pipeweed then?”