Rinchen, 30, Vienna (Austria)
ABSOLUTELY OBSESSIVE ABOUT:
Dwarves in general
Game of Thrones
How I Met Your Mother
Lord of the Rings
Once upon a Time
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Thorin stopped as he had entered the chambers he and Bilbo were sharing since a few weeks. There was singing coming from out of their living room and it obviously had to be Bilbo. Thorin had his Hobbit never heard singing before and stayed still for a moment to listen to his voice. It was quite higher than his own but clear and firm.
He sneaked into the living room and saw Bilbo standing in front of the fireplace hanging up a garland out of holly. The King smiled and approached Bilbo silently, laying his arms around his waist as he reached him. Bilbo squeaked surprised but turned around in an instant
“How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to hear that beautiful voice of yours sing.” Bilbo’s cheeks got a deep shade of red. “What have you been singing? I didn’t know that song.”
“Oh. That … well … You would laugh if I would tell.” The Hobbit looked onto his feet.
“Do tell me.”
“It’s … it’s a carol. From the Shire. I sang them with my mother when we were decorating Bag End. It was a rather nice tradition. I nearly had forgotten we have been doing that.” Bilbo smiled a little bit sad, nearly to short for the eye to notice. Thorin hugged him deeply.
“Will you teach them to me? Then you could carry on with that tradition of singing carols here in Erebor.”
Bilbo rose up on his toes and kissed Thorin lightly on the nose. “Who are you and what have you done to Thorin Oakenshield, the grumpiest dwarf I’ve ever met?” He smiled and kissed Thorin deeply on his lips. “ I would love to sing them with you, my King.”