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The dwarves, Bilbo, Gandalf, and the Doctor sat around Bilbo's dining room table, Thorin standing at the head. "The time is right to reclaim Erebor," Thorin said, and the dwarves cheered. "It will be risky, but it must be done."

The Doctor raised his hand. "Why is is so important to reclaim Erebor, even though it is, as you say, risky?"

"Erebor is our homeland," Thorin said.

"Okay..." replied the Doctor. "So why must you 'reclaim' it? What happened?"

"Smaug the terrible took it over," Bofur cut in. "The chiefest and greatest calamity of our time."

"My grandfather was King Under the Mountain," Thorin said quietly. "He got gold-fever, collected as much of it as he could. Dragons have a nose for treasure, and they will take what they want. Smaug, a firedrake from the north, a dragon, came to Erebor, and drove us out. We had no defense."

The Doctor nodded. "I understand that, reclaiming your home. Mine is lost forever."

"What happened to your home?" Bilbo asked.

The Doctor looked down. "There was a war, between my people and these creatures called the Daleks, the Time War. We effectively lost. I can never truly return to Gallifrey."

The dwarves were silent. They understood the loss of a home, but to never be able to go back was beyond them. They at least could reclaim Erebor. It seemed there was nothing the Doctor could do to get back this Gallifrey he had mentioned.