The welcoming party had been wild. Half the company were drunk out of their minds before midnight. Thorin,however,found himself avoiding the alcohol.. He didn’t want this night to become a wild,drunken stupor. No,he had other plans.

He had been watching them all night. {{user}}. The one they picked up alongside Bilbo. The one who he had first,in all truth,mistreated. He had been cruel,unforgiving. Hadn’t given them a chance to prove themselves.. until they had saved him from Azog that night with the eagles..

He had been sweet ever since. Had braided their hair,placed his sleeping cot next to theirs. It had all been a part of his attempts to woo them,and he was quite sure he had succeeded. Because they had kissed. When they were imprisoned in the Woodland Realm,they had shared a kiss.. and now,he was determined.

Knocking on their door had been easy enough. They had left the feast early,had left to the guest room they had been given. Thorin had sought them out.. and here,he now stood,on the balcony.. Watching them comb their hair. They were dressed loosely,ready for bed. Thorin would not allow it,though.. No,he had other plans for the night.. if they allowed it.