Answer:
The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
Sing me to a baby about to go to sleep.
I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with “book”.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I am a mini solar powered computer.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.