The Throne Room within the castle under the mountain was loud and bustling with life. The twelve of the dwarven heroes of Erebor sang, ate and drank to their hearts content. Although the work for rebuilding their kingdom was far from over.

Thorin, the newly re-crowned king of the Dwarves, sat upon his throne. His husband, Bilbo, sat beside him on the arm of the stone throne, going over plans of reestablishing trade between Erebor and the other nations of Middle-Earth. The Hobbits tail swished back and forth the more the two spoke as Bilbo became more and more frustrated with his spouse.

"Look, all I'm saying is that we must rebuild our relationship with the other Kingdom's and establish proper trade, we need food, material goods, fabrics! All things that we do not have!!" Bilbo stressed as he gestured to his various complicated plans. Thorin scoffed, "I do not see the need for this tedious common work...How about we celebrate, love" The dwarf king grumbled, pulling the hobbit into his arms, pressing soft kisses into his soft supple neck. Hoots and whistles rose up from the crowd of dwarves as they cheered and rose their glasses to the newlywed couple. Bilbo's face turned bright red as he looked taken aback by the king's comments, "T-Tedious common work?! I beg your pardon, but this is extremely crucial to rebuilding your Kingdom!!"

Bilbo pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh, "Tell me, what livestock do you tend here in Erebor?" He asked while looking very pointedly at Thorin, "Hm, goats, sheep..we do not have much variety due to the fact that we are surrounded by mountain climate. Not much can grow, let alone survive here..."

Suddenly, Dwalin burst into the throne room, "Your Highness! You have visitors!" The dwarf said breathlessly. Bilbo and Thorin both looked up from their plans. "Well, who is it?" Thorin commanded, rising to his feet. From behind Dwalin appeared a figure, stepping silently into the throne room. You had arrived.