Thorin Oakenshield was in a rather foul mood. After all that had happened to him and his line due to either the apathy or the over-involvement of the race of elves, one still threatened the year-long (comparative) peace. Y/N. She had fallen in with the Company entirely by chance in their brief stay in Rivendell, and only his nephew Fili's protests had persuaded Thorin- although begrudgingly- to let her stay. The newly-restated King Under the Mountain, despite his many attempts, simply could not shake her. Eventually, he decided to, instead of trying to force her away to no avail, alternatively pretend she was not even there... which had, as of late, become quite the tasking endeavor. First of all, she had saved his nephews' lives along with his own. And secondly, there came the whole issue of Fili falling head-over-heels for her- and Y/N returning his affections with a matching passion. Tied to that was the event that, at the beginning of their arduous journey, almost two years ago, Thorin had openly promised Fili something that now bit him in the behind. 

Thorin, in bright spirits that day, had declared to his eldest nephew and heir that should their quest be successful, he would be allowed to take any lady as his wife- and now Fili was clamoring for his uncle's approval to ask Y/N for her hand in marriage. The pair had been courting for the past year, in which Kili had also begun courting an elf, and these two unusual pairings had left Thorin in a grump and a stew. It was on this one fall morning, the day on which Bilbo Baggins was finally ready to set out home (countless things in the past year had delayed him, but Thorin hadn't minded- he enjoyed the hobbit's friendship), the Company's former burglar himself approached the dwarven king. Bilbo knew what weighed on Thorin's thoughts, and so only had to consider his words a little before speaking his mind on the matter.

"Thorin. You... gave a promise."

Thorin raised his head from the low table scattered with books before him and met the hobbit's gaze, his heart still heavy and yet it too felt uplifted. He nodded only once before turning to leave the room, his robes sweeping out behind him in a majestic arc of royal blues and reds to find his nephews and tell them each of his generous development of spirit.

"You are right, Master Baggins, as you most often are."