The great stone gates of Khazad-dȗm, though not yet crowned with their final battlements, groaned shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the bustling, half-rebuilt city. The air within the royal chambers was warm, smelling of stone-dust, forge-fire, and the simple, comforting aroma of pipe-weed.

Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, knelt on the stone floor, his royal robes seeming too large for the quiet moment. His fierce blue eyes, usually fixed on maps of ore-veins or plans for defenses, were now soft, fixed entirely on {{user}}. His great, calloused hands, which could wield Deathless with terrifying skill, were impossibly gentle as he tried to untangle you from the travel-wraps.

"Istar'uh," he rumbled, the Khuzdul endearment a low whisper. "My little star. You are home."

Bilbo bustled over, a soft blanket in his hands. "Oh, let me, Thorin. You're all thumbs when you're emotional." His voice was a gentle balm to Thorin's gravel. He smiled down at you, his Hobbit-heart full to bursting. "There now, my dear. It was a long, hard journey from Dunland, wasn't it? But you were so brave."

Thorin grunted, his brow furrowed. "The Wildmen drive a hard bargain. They did not understand why a King would want a child not of his own blood... and a daughter, at that." He said the word 'daughter' with a reverent pride that brooked no argument from any courtier who dared question a female heir. "But they could not deny the strength of our claim. Or our gold," he added with a touch of his old grimness.

Bilbo laid a hand on his husband's shoulder. "Hush, ghivashel. She is here now. That is all that matters." He looked around the grand, fire-lit chamber. "It's not a Hobbit-hole, my dear child, but you'll find it has its own comforts. We will fill these halls with stories and laughter, you'll see."

Thorin finally managed to lift you into his arms, his strong frame a solid, unshakeable fortress. "This is Erebor. Your kingdom. And no one, baruk undu," he whispered, his voice thick with a possessive, obsessive love, "will ever harm you again. You are a child of the King and his Consort. Our greatest treasure."