Thorin waited for Master Baggins awake but when he finally entered the cave he felt reluctant in showing that he's awake. He wasn't ready to talk to the hobbit, his chest filled up with anxiety he wasn't able to shake off. Master Baggins moved around even quieter than usual placing wood, making himself a place to sleep in.
Thorin observed his moves from his darkened position and felt as an intruder, as the one who isn't at home here. Master Baggins's hands were careful, his face pensive, but then suddenly, as the fire grew higher his lips broke out in a smile and Thorin's anxiety erupted.
There were so many things beautiful on Master Baggins but his smile was the most tender thing Thorin ever saw on anyone. Suddenly she thought about things that weren't his to think them, he thought about Master Baggins dreams, about the oak tree, and the crudeness that was him.
It was all too much to bear and not to move. He went to the exit wanting to leave, to run somewhere but the sun stopped him. It was bleeding on the horizon as they might tomorrow, as Master Baggins might before Smaug.
The feeling that their life was just a day which was setting upon them made him stop, what was beauty but a fleeing moment he always let pass by him untouched?
Thorin looked at the darkened land and finally heard the solitude of the land, the quiet hour which was made barren by the fear and the fire which haunted him his whole life.
"There is such loneliness around us," he said and let it sink in, let it show, and as he was waiting for the que this whole time Master Baggins was upon him hugging him tightly as he wants to crush his solitude away.
Thorin knew that can't be done, but he could catch this fleeting moment and make it his own, he could taste the beauty for once.
That's why he turned in Master Baggins's hands which didn't let go. Thorin took that beautiful face before him in his palms.
"I can do this now without crushing you," he said and Master Baggins grabbed him by his hair and kissed him fiercely.