Thorin Oakenshield was not a particularily romantic dwarf. He was however very stubborn and forward when he wanted something. And he had decided that he wanted one hobbit burglar name Bilbo Baggins. Emotions were not his strong suit, showing them to a smaller, kinder, far more delicate being than a dwarf proved harder to do than fighting a pack of wargs for the king. As he had been denying his..attraction to the pint sized hobbit for the first half of thier journey for various reasons that he would best like to keep to himself; though Bilbo's unsure character was one of them, Thorin felt that he could now with utter suriety take what he wanted.<br/><br/>He found words to be a rather inefective way of communicating his affections so he instead simply found his hobbit in his bedroll one night, gathered the stuttering creature to his chest and silenced his protests with a kiss. Finding that it worked rather well, and that he wasnt slapped into the next world for his rather blunt way of putting things, the king decided his affections were returned. When they hashed out the details soon after, he could not have been happier.<br/><br/>So, as soon as his shift had ended he informed a smugly smiling Balin that his watch had come but that he needed some air, and would take a walk. As he tred by the rest of his sleeping companions, the king lightly tapped Bilbo's blanket wrapped form, and snagged  a small pack he had packed for this occasion before he dissapered into the night. He knew that his burglar would follow him, and anticipation reared its head in his chest where such feelings had long lay dormant due to his self imposed lonely existance.<br/><br/>The clearing he had scouted earlier that day was perfect for thier needs, surrounded by a dense layer of undergrowth but with a soft mossy bedding in the center that would serve well their needs. Laying down his thick fur lined coat and a blanket, Thorin shed most of his armor and boots and sat apon the improvised bed to wait for Bilbo to make an appearance.