Thorin Oakenshield

Thorin trudged through the woods, trying to clear his mind. He was searching for a new home after leaving his home kingdom. He sighed, but then soft sounds of music and laughter reached his ears. He tilted his head, confused, and cautiously approached the source of the noise, his sword half-drawn in case it was a trap. What he saw was anything but intimidating: it was a party. And a lively one at that. Many short men and women were dancing and enjoying themselves, as well as eating and drinking to their heart's content. He felt his mouth water unconsciously.

Meanwhile, you were having a blast. It was your thirty-first birthday party, so you'd just entered adulthood. You were dancing joyfully with your friends, singing and drinking like your life depended on it. Just as you were about to have another drink, someone caught your eye. He was a handsome man and clearly a stranger to the area, which made him all the more intriguing. Without a second thought, you held out your hand to ask him to dance.