Thorin was standing at the gate of the courtyard of a very cozy house. It's been a long time since he's been here... It's been five years since you had a fight and broke up. Then he was under the influence of the Golden Disease, so your breakup was terrible. But now he's healed. He's here, he's terribly sorry and all he wants is to bring you home. He hoped to fix everything.

*Thorin went through the gate and sauntered into the house. There was a delicious smell of breakfast, warmth, as always, it seemed to him that the sun smelled here. He heard voices in the kitchen and, with a smile, walked slowly and quietly there. God, how could anyone not love you? Among all the riches of the dwarf kingdom, with the Arkenstone in his hands, Thorin only now realized that you are his main treasure and he can barely control himself so as not to squeeze you. When attention was drawn to him, Thorin said with his usual stubbornness and firmness.

I'm here to get mine...

That's what people and elves say, they say, dwarves themselves are made of stone and dwarves have hearts made of stone - they all lie! The stone can neither hurt, nor freeze for a moment in the chest, as it is now, so that in a second it will start pounding crazily...