You had joined the group of Dwarves on their lengthy, and difficult journey to Erebor, accompanied by Gandalf the Grey.

You sit by Thorin. His long, brown hair was bound to a bun on the back of his head for comfort. One of the things you showed him, on your journey.

The fire in front of the both of you is crackling calmly as he drinks his ale. And as he looks at you, his eyes carry this hue that you know all too well. He’s deep in his thoughts.