Thorin watched passively as the small creature (for lack of better way of expressing himself), opened the door. He looked quite intimidated, and slightly upset? He strode in past the small man, and made his way into the house. Despite how odd it felt to him (no dwarf would ever live in a house like this) it was quite nice, and immediately welcoming. As he took off his cloak, he noticed Gandalf to his right, and the rest of his company to the left: so they'd all arrived already? And judging by the leftover crumbs spread across the long table, they'd probably helped themselves to some form of dinner not too long ago. Good, they'd be able to get down to business quickly then.

After a short outburst from the hobbit –Bilbo, he'd learnt his name was- and a presentation by Gandalf, he spotted both of his nephews, at the back of the group, and bowed his head in acknowledgment. They'd talk later. For now, they had more important things to discuss.

After letting the rest of his audience in on how the meetings he'd been to had turned out, telling them that they'd get no support from anywhere but within this group, Gandalf explained to the confused hobbit what exactly was going on, and why they needed him.

While the wizard let Bilbo in on what they were planning to do, Thorin eyed his nephews, who were both seated side by side at the other end of the table. It may have only been a few weeks since they'd last seen each other at Kili's name day, still, Thorin was glad to know both were well, and seemed up to whatever this journey would ask of them.

Kili of course, was as live as ever, even going to bother poor Bombur who was seated next to him, trying to find crumbs here and there on the table. With an ale in one hand and yelling obscenities (he'd have to correct him later, Thorin mused), Kili probably couldn't have been in any better shape. Thorin sighed, the lad didn't know what he was in for, he didn't grasp the reality of what they were setting out to do. However, if he had the chance to set foot in the great of halls of Erebor once more, he'd bring his nephews-both of them- for certain, it was their birthright as much as his own, they had a right to enter their own home after years of living in exile in the Blue Mountains.

Looking beyond the younger brother, he spotted Fili at the corner of the table. Unlike Kili, his eldest nephew was much quieter, he'd always been the calmer of the two, even if he and his brother had both gotten themselves into sticky situations when they were younger. Still, Fili had grown up, and despite still being one of the youngest here,alongside Kili and Ori, he was in the most parts ready to come along with them.

Thorin raised an eyebrow when he noticed the lost look in his nephews eyes as he gazed into nothing across the table, he looked almost detached, as if he were here without really being here at the same time. It felt odd, and he didn't like the uneasy feeling that started settling down in his stomach in the slightest. On the outside, Fiili looked fine tough, meaning he wasn't covered in bruises and cuts from adventures he could have had with Kili on the way here, and Thorin guessed that if anything were indeed bothering his eldest nephew, he'd come to him about it. They were a family, weren't they? And families worked together at solving problems.

Relieved by his own deductions, Thorin listened to the conversation going on, after sharing out loud his own thoughts on the mountain. They would need to travel fast if they were to make it there before anyone else thought of claiming Erebor as their own. And Thorin would most definitely not stand for that. Erebor was his, by right. And after him, it came down to his nephews, first Fili then Kili. Despite how young they were, he could see now why he needed them with him, by his side.

However, they were now talking about needing a burglar, Ori had been the one to suggest it, and Gandalf seemed adamant that the young dwarf was right. He saw all eyes from the table look to the end, where their poor host was standing. Were they crazy? Even his nephews –both of them- seemed to be keen on embarking Bilbo on their journey. The only ones against the idea were himself, and the hobbit in question, when he looked around at his seated guests, shocked beyond measure.

"He said he's an expert!" Oin yelled proudly, glad that they'd finally found someone to do the task.

If looks could kill, Thorin probably would have murdered poor Oin right there, without any second thought. He didn't want the hobbit to go with them, not in the slightest. Had the rest of his company just looked carefully at ? He was no burglar material, he belonged here in his own home, eating his second breakfasts and smoking his pipe leisurely, not out in the wild, where he was certain to cause more trouble than they needed right now! Even the hobbit seemed to disagree, stuttering excuses that they should leave him behind, and continue on on their little adventure, without him of course.

To his relief, Balin and Dwalin also seemed to think bringing on this quest was ridiculous. However, it caused a certain eruption at the table, dividing those who wanted to leave the hobbit behind and those who wanted him to come along. To his dismay, both of his nephews seemed to lean towards the latter of the two. What was he going to do with them? Thorin thought grimly.

However, Gandalf soon settled the ruckus at the table, stating that would be joining them (since when did Gandalf's arguments win over Thorin's?) and giving the company ample qualities that possessed that they, as dwarves, did not. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, Thorin agreed that this new addition would be in his rights to join them, and sent Balin to give Bilbo the contract.

As the hobbit went through the summary on the long piece of paper Balin had given to him, Thorin caught Kili by the eye and indicated for him to follow him into the hallway. The younger nephew, albeit surprised by his uncle's actions, followed wordlessly.

"How are you and your brother doing?" Thorin started, as he turned around and gave Kili a welcoming hug. He knew he couldn't do it in front of the others, having to show himself as a leader, but in private moments like this, he allowed himself to be Uncle Thorin, and not Thorin Oakenshield, heir to Erebor.

"We're fine Uncle, albeit a little tired from the journey to get here, but we were compensated with the hobbit's meal, you needn't worry about us. Fili and I are fine!" Kili laughed, always taking things lightly. Hopefully this little adventure would show him that he needed to be a little more responsible, life wasn't just fun and games.

"Good, we'll be leaving early tomorrow, with or without our hobbit, however, that is still up to him" Thorin added. To be honest, still wasn't convinced that Gandalf's choice of a burglar was the brightest idea he'd had. What good could possibly come from inviting a hobbit into his adventure…