The first time Geth walked through the doors of Erebor, she was shivering with cold. If she had been walking, she might not have felt that cold, but the old king had insisted that she ride beside her husband on the ram. The mountain was the coldest place she had ever been to, and when she muttered as such to Thorin, he huffed and snapped at one of the servants to pass her a robe. When they replied they didn't have a spare, he ripped his own one off with a snarl and all but shoved it into her chest. Tears had stung, and she refused to put it on, choosing to drape the material over the ram's arse instead, shivering.
Now, when she was returning with him from her homeland, she was once again hit with the cold. They were walking side by side, enjoying each other's company in silence. When Geth knew her skin was going to betray her and react to the cold, she did what she had been trying not to – put her arms around herself and ignore Thorin.
She heard his chuckle and her determination to not seek his ridiculous help intensified. She walked a bit faster, surreptitiously rubbing her arms.
"Eager to get away from me so soon, my love?" he chuckled, watching a stray lock of her hair dance wildly in the breeze. When she didn't reply, he laughed softly.
He reached out and caught her hand quickly, stopping her hasty pace. He pulled her closer to him, sliding his hands along her waist and taking her in his firm embrace.
"If you are cold, my love" he said in a gentle whisper, "you need only tell me so"
"If I am cold, my love, I would tell you so" she jeered, looking pointedly away from him.
Thorin looked at her, turning his head to keep himself in the line of her vision. When she still refused to look at him, he pressed her closer to him.
"So stubborn" he said softly, adoration evident in his eyes.
Geth sighed in false irritation. "I will admit that I am cold only on one condition, Thorin, son of Thrain" she began, watching him incline his head in respect. "I will say that I am cold only if you do not give me your hideous cloak"
Thorin bit his lip, trying to hide his smile. He removed his hands from her, untying the clap of his cloak deftly.
"Thorin" Geth said, a question and a warning, raising her eyebrows when he looked at her.
"I am giving my cloak to my lover, not to you" Thorin replied, a laugh escaping him before he could restrain it. He draped the thick fur over her shoulders, and leaned his forehead against hers', smiling. Geth rolled her eyes when he curled his fingers around the edges and pulled her closer to himself.
"Do not think I will forget this" she whispered heatedly into his ear, slowly.
"My love" he said, pulling back slightly, "I would expect no less"