On Christmas morning, a sense of tranquility and joy filled the air in Erebor. Thorin awoke with a contented sigh, sitting up in bed and stretching his arms. The sound of laughter and chatter from his relatives and fellow company members echoed through the halls as he got dressed and made his way to the common room. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the corridor and headed toward the bustling communal area, four doors down from his own. The scene he saw was set in front of the grand Christmas tree, with all of his friends and family gathered around. As he entered the room and glanced around, he noticed his nephews, Kili and Fili, engaged in conversation with them- the dwarf he had fallen in love with. He froze when he saw them.