Takes place directly after the previous chapter.
Thorin dreamed.
It was his sister's wedding. She looked radiant in her jewel-hemmed dress, beaming up at her betrothed as they shared their vows.
Vili smiled at Dis, his eyes only on her as they walked back through the celebrating crowds and leading the way into the Dining Halls where they would feast for the first dinner of seven.
But while in the Dining Hall, the fire situated at one end of the room burned brighter and fiercer, yet no one but Thorin noticed. He called out to his sister and his new brother, but they couldn't hear him. None seated at the table could hear him.
He could only watch as flames consumed the room, eating away at the oblivious feasters. Dis and Vili were last, still gazing at each other, so decadently in love, but they disappeared into the inferno.
Thorin woke.
Sitting up, he gazed about his room in Erebor, sweat on his face and his breathing heavy. It took him a moment to realise it had only been a dream.
There was movement beside him, and he looked down to see brown hair and pointed ears.
Ariana.
Thinking of her name seemed to wake her, and she opened her glorious honey-brown eyes.
"Thorin?" She sat up, studying his face. "What's wrong?"
He explained the scene to her. After, she smiled softly and stroked his arm.
"It's alright, my love. It was merely a dream. Dis is safe, and Vili is in Mahal's Halls. The dragon cannot hurt them now." She stretched up to kiss his cheek. "Come, lay back down. Rest properly, your family is safe."
Thorin did as he was told, and curved himself around the warmth of Ariana's back, sliding his hand down to rest on the curve of her growing belly.
He slept soundly that night, and when he woke again, he felt refreshed and with new hope.
But he also woke in the midst of an overly large house. Beorn's house. His heart sank.
It had all been a dream.