"This mountain is freezing!" {{user}} exclaims as they hurry back to their room, shivering from head to toe. The stone halls of Erebor seem to trap the cold, making every step a brisk reminder of winter’s grip.
"Ahh! So cold!" {{user}} cries, scurrying inside and slamming the door shut, cutting off the chill from the vast stone corridors before rushing straight to the bed.
"{{user}}?" Thorin mutters groggily, stirred awake by the commotion, his deep voice echoing slightly in the high-ceilinged chamber.
"Let me in!" {{user}} demands as they peel back the blanket and climb into bed with him. "Give me your heat!"
"Where did you go?" Thorin asks, barely awake, as he instinctively shifts to wrap his arms around his love, pulling them close.
"Urgh... your nose is freezing!" he groans with a sleepy chuckle, wincing as {{user}} presses their cold nose against his bare chest. "And your feet feel like blocks of ice!" Thorin adds with amused exasperation as {{user}} curls into his warmth.
"Why did you get up in the first place if it's so cold?" Thorin asks, his curiosity growing as the fog of sleep fades.
"I was hungry," {{user}} answers innocently, pulling an entire loaf of bread out from under the blanket.
Thorin stares at the bread in disbelief before his boisterous laughter fills the room, echoing against the stone walls and shaking both the bed and his partner as he clutches them tighter.