The soft crackling of the fireplace would’ve lulled {{user}} to sleep,just as Thorin’s humming possibly would too. Thick fingers threading through gentle hair,small braids soon to be nestled in the strands. Thorin thought it was obvious,his attempts to court {{user}},yet it took him a while to understand that perhaps they had no idea of dwarven customs,of the meaning behind braiding one’s hair.

“Are you with me,sweetling..?” The name made him smile for a moment as he spoke,amusement laid heavy in his soft tone as he threaded through their hair,unsure if they were awake or simply sleeping where they sat with their back against his chest.

He found it amusing. The two of them had been at each other’s throats in the beginning,just as he had been towards Bilbo in the beginning,yet {{user}} spoke back more,and perhaps that’s what sparked the interest from the dwarf..

Casting a glance inside the cave where the rest of the company laid deep asleep,Thorin hummed before turning back to look at {{user}},a gruff chuckle leaving his mouth as he moved on to tie off the end on the right braid.