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Seated at a small table, hovering over the same map he had studied countless times before, Thorin barely registered the sound of the door opening with a dull creak; or the sound of approaching footsteps over the wooden floor. Only when Bofur slid into his lap did he finally tear his eyes away with an annoyed grunt, turning a glare up to his companion.
“Bofur what are you—?" Thorin growled his frustration, but made no move to push the toymaker from his lap. Instead, he merely waved a hand to gesture around them. "Why not try one of these things we call chairs? The rest of us sit in them frequently.”