In the morning, at the break of dawn, Thorin opened his eyes and discovered that he had awakened first. Master Baggins was sleeping in his arms with his adorable face wrinkled in a frown. Thorin smiled looking at him thinking of the things hidden in the darkness.
Those were pleasant thoughts as it was gratifying to hold the sleeping Hobbit in his arms. It felt as it should be like this always.
The last thought brought a small spike of sadness but Thorin chased it away. He let himself a moment longer to enjoy Master Baggins face taking it to memory. When that was done he detangled himself from Master Baggins without any special caution. Still, the Hobbit wasn't awoken nor disturbed by Thorin's movement.
Thorin shook his head in disbelief. Thorin could never sleep so still not to be awakened by a movement in his proximity let alone on his bare skin. Master Baggins must have been exhausted.
With that thought in mind, Thorin tucked the cover around the sleeping Hobbit and went on to dress and to eat something. He was hungry as a mountain Troll.
