Thorin had wandered about the shire for hours now. Growing frustrated, he spun himself around until his eyes landed on the home adorned with the glowing mark of the wizard.

"Finally.." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the door.

Bringing his hand up, knocked and waited for a greeting. He could hear his dwarven kin being rowdy inside.

As the door opened finally, he had expected to see the Hobbit or even the old wizard, though his eyes came to gaze upon a young woman instead