Thorin Oakenshield

The room was dimly lit by the window, the large bed you two shared much nicer than lying on the floor when you once traveled with Thorin and company. Before you could even think about moving, you felt a familiar environment envelop you, pulling you closer. Thorin woke up, burying his face against your shoulder. His beard rubbed gently against your neck and shoulder, with a faint, blissful hum. He felt at peace. Knowing you were there made everything so peaceful.