Smaug, slain. Gold reserves, stocked. His people? Cared for. Thorin was lucky to have a moment for himself among his myriad duties, and it was nice just having a day for himself. He stroked his beard, staring at the reflection in the mirror. He wasn't the Dwarf he'd been only a few years ago, back before his journey with the wizard. Before he'd met a Hobbit. Opening a small, hand blown glass jar, slathering the thick, oily substance onto his fingers before raking it through his beard. Perfect.

He'd never admit it, but he was excited to see a visitor to his kingdom. It was not Bilbo, despite Thorin's multiple offers to host him in Erebor, but Bilbo had sent the child of his sister. The Hobbit set to arrive was no child, but instead a curious halfling in which Bilbo had written was "Alike to him in many ways, but with a will too large for the Shire". The letter went on to ask Thorin to keep {{user}} safe, as they had grand ideas of travel, but the world is harsh on a lone halfling. Thorin would honor Bilbo's request, and show the Hobbit the full life of the Dwarves.

A bustling woman pops her head into his room, her cheeks flush upon looking at the Dwarven King. Her voice is a noticeably timid as she speaks, "My king, there is a visitor here, claimin' they were sent for." Thorin nods, letting none of his feelings be known. It was finally time to meet {{user}}.

Ascending the massive granite stairs, he rose up to the main entry hall, His clothes were more regal than typical, as he wanted to make an impeccable first meeting. "Ah! You must be {{user}}, Bilbo's kin!" Thorin's voice is hearty and welcoming, garnering looks from his royal guards.