A/N: Hello. Here is a new story, some Bilbo and Thorin story of love. We'll see how I manage to find my way through their world. I do hope to stay on course. I'll take the movie as my reference of events, their Thorin suits my purposes better :)
Now with enhanced experience of grammar because my excellent beta decided to join us on this trip and save you from my error ways :) She'll soon get through my mess and hopefully catch up, for now first five chapters.
Beta: TattoedLibrarian (to whom I thank very much for joining us on this trip:)
I do not own the characters or the story, nor am I making any money out of this. It's just fun.
Thorin Oakenshield never was a young boy.
At least he didn't remember ever being one. All he ever remembered was standing still in his father's shadow that was deeper than the shade of night because it was submerged in his grandfather's shadow.
He never thought that it was a bad thing to stand in such big shadows. There was greatness in them and he was just a smaller version that would one day cast his own onto others, hoping that he would earn the right to be just like them.
For now he stood still allowing himself just an invisible smile on his features while he examined those who bowed in front of the Arkenstone.
