Thorin hated elves. Hated everything about them, and their smug attitudes against his people.

...And yet.

And yet you caught his eye. A beautiful elven prince, child of Thranduil and younger brother of Legolas.

You came along on the mission to defeat Smaug.

One night, you were sitting beside him, when you asked to braid his hair. He swallowed hard. "...You may," he hummed. He didn't mention its significance to dwarves.