Thorin left you at the door of your chamber and you were relieved to
find it empty. You glanced in the mirror hung
against the wall, your hair held back elegantly by the braid and smiled. You
couldn’t bear to take it out and it was so tight, you could likely keep it in
for days. You crossed to the table which stood before the hearth where Balin
had set out the bouquet of azure flowers in a vase. You ran a nail along a petal as you
bent to sniff them and it was almost worth the pain it caused in your stomach.