AN: I don't own any of these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tolkien.
Advent Day12.
Home comforts.
The common area the company had claimed as their own had started out sparsely furnished and somewhat unwelcoming. Although since all communal areas were the same, they didn't complain.
The chance started small. A heavy-knit, woollen blanket of a soft brown appeared on one of the stone benches. As it never seemed to leave the area, it became a common sight to fight a dwarf of the company curled up under it.
Next came a slightly dented, copper kettle by the fire. As the days went on a collection of heavy earthen mugs could be found on a rickety, but warm wooden-coloured table that appeared. Shortly a selection of herbal sachets and teas were added to a dark painted box that found itself sat at the base of the table.
As the days crept on a collection of wooden-handled, battered brass fire tools appeared, along with a scattering of parchment, quills and ink. A solid, if scratched table and chair turned up in the corner to house these.
Slowly the walls filled with life. A rustic shelf held a collection of leather-bound books. Softly coloured, woven wall hangings were dotted about. A framed charcoal drawing, bookended by two age dappled mirrors hung over the cracked mantle.
A scuffed bronze bowl, filled with an assortment of rocks could be found sat on a low, stone table by the door way. A few days later a garland of acorns and pinecones had been wound round a floor standing candelabra.
A few months in and a woven, woollen curtain appeared at the door way. Followed shortly by a patchwork throw, and a couple of straw stuffed, patchwork cushions. As if not to be out done, a clippy rug of varying shades of brown and grey turned up in front of the fire overnight.
Six moths after the reclaiming of Erebor it stuck Thorin, that while not a king's quarters, he had gained a family room.
Ori, Fili and Kili lay on the rug in front of the fire, a game of chance being played between them. Nori was leaning against Bilbo's legs as the hobbit read, deft fingers weaving strand of colour into a pattern. Dori and Balin sat in chairs by the fire, feet propped up on foot stools, large mug of tea in their hands. Oin sat at the desk in the corner, carefully pouring dried concoctions into bottles. Bifur and Bofur were sat sidesways at a stone bench carving gear carefully between them as they whittled. Gloin was stretched along another stone bench, head on a pillow and draped in a patchwork quilt. Bombur was sat in front of him, wrapped in a knitted blanket and carefully shelling nuts. While Dwalin was studying a collection of books on another low table.
Thorin smiled to himself. These rooms were more than fit for a king.
AN: What do you think then? I love to hear your thoughts.