Sequel to Midnight.
Thorin x Reader
Warnings: Angsty as hell. Food mention.
Word count: 3,090
It is a gentle surprise when you arrive; though it is a few minutes after midnight, the kitchens still seem well in use, cooking up some sort of dessert, surely. The scents of chocolate and pastry fill your nose and, briefly, you all but forget the reason you stand there in the first place as a subtle sense of home trickles into your veins. You lean in, spotting a few of Erebor’s finest chefs conversing with a Dwarf, the back of the latter’s head stealing from you any meager drop of comfort that had warmed your heart.
Yanking your head back, you flatten against the wall, wondering not for the first time whether caving to curiosity and a pained history was at all a wise decision.
“Idiot,” you grumble to yourself as you clench your eyes shut, resolving, un-resolving, and resolving once more to simply return to your quarters and pretend like you had never even left. Before you can even peel yourself from the spot, however, you hear the voice you had been dreading.