I would like to dedicate this little fic to the lovely @averil-of-fairlea.. I love you girl!!!!!!!! Stay strong….
Admitting that he like her would have been too much: for this very reason, he couldn’t show the others that he was worried because her stroll in the woods just near the camp had been too long and it was time for her to come back.
If her friends were quiet and said nothing, why should have he spoken?
Thorin reasoned like this as he sharpen and polished Orcrist: he was sitting next to Dwalin who was doing the same with his axe while he others prepared dinner and the camp for the night.