Ere the Break of Day
Thorin was not in a good mood.
Not that Thorin was often in a good mood. He’d rarely had a chance for a good mood in his life. Not since Erebor. He spent most of his time trying to provide for the people he brought to Ered Luin. In the last year he’d hardly even smiled, what with the utterly ridiculous time he and his Company had had in trying to reclaim their mountain. He’d expected the dragon, and probably a little of trouble with the elves. The constant orc attacks, the goblins, the trolls, and the spiders, had been a bit much, but the bloody battle had just been the end of it all.
But no, even that wasn't enough. Life still had more in store for Thorin Oakenshield and his loyal Company. It intended to see just how strong he could be where a little hobbit was concerned. Not to mention the fact that the 'greatest calamity of our time' actually had nothing to do with a dragon.
And Thorin couldn't even blame the elves for all their troubles.
