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You were sitting on the Elven terrace, with Dwalin on one side and Bofur on the other, watching the dwarves heartily enjoy the second batch of cupcakes you had made for them, when Thorin approached the merry group.

"Where did you get those?" He asked in his usual gruff tone.

"Y/n made them!" Dwalin exclaimed, clamping his strong arm tightly around your shoulders. "Try one! They are delicious!"

Thorin merely looked at you with disdain, grunted, and headed back in the direction he had come from.

You propped your chin in your hand and asked, to no one in particular, "He hates me, doesn't he?"

"Nah, lassie." Dwalin began. "Thorin is just slow to trust, and even slower to care. He does not hate you though."

Dwalin's eyes were full of kindness when he spoke to you. Sitting there looking at him now, it was hard to believe you had ever found him intimidating.

You stood up and brushed the crumbs off your pants before saying, "Well boys, I'm going to let all of you settle down for the night. Why you want to camp out here is beyond me, but sleep well anyway." Bilbo and you, except for Gandalf of course, were the only ones who had accepted Lord Elrond's offer of a room to stay in, much to his dismay. In the short amount of time it had taken them to set up camp on the terrace, they had already destroyed several pieces of furniture and started a fire that would surely leave marks on the floor. But the dwarves were stubborn and they were going to do whatever they wanted to do.

You headed to your room, changed clothes, opened a window to let the cool night air in, crawled into bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. A few hours later, you awoke to find your room freezing cold. Apparently, the temperature outside had dropped quite a bit. Your thoughts jumped to your little cold dwarves sleeping out there. You threw on your coat and boots and left to go check on them. Creeping as quietly as a mouse so as to not disturb them, the first thing you noticed was that their fire had died. All of them, even Thorin, seemed to be shivering in their sleep. Poor little Kili and Fili were cuddled up together like a litter of puppies. As quietly as you had come, you snuck back inside and managed to find a closet full of extra blankets. Grabbing as many as you could manage, you carried them back out to your sleeping dwarves and covered them up one by one. When you were done, you simply went back to your room to try to get a few more hours of shut eye.

"Hey," a half-asleep Fili said. "Where did these come from?" It was morning and the company was awaking to find that they had been visited during the night.

"Maybe a fairy brought them?" Kili asked, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands.

"A fairy, my foot." You said appearing next to the group, hands propped on your hips.

Bofur had gotten all tangled up during the night and was trying to kick his way out when you gently scolded him. "You better not mess those up. I don't have the money to pay Lord Elrond back for damaged blankets."

"You brought these to us?" Thorin asked. Actually from his tone it was difficult to tell whether it was a question or a statement, but you decided to answer anyway to be on the safe side. "It was cold, so I...uh...came to check on all of you. Then I brought you some blankets." Thorin wasn't scolding you yet so you continued on. "It was no trouble, really. Easier than having to defrost 13 dwarfsicles would have been anyway."

Thorin chuckled in response. No wait, Thorin doesn't chuckle. Maybe you had imagined it?

"I appreciate it greatly, y/n. Thank you." He was smiling at you. Thorin never smiles at you. He normally tries to act like you don't exist.

Turning his attention to the company and returning to his normal demeanor, he said "Fold these blankets up and return them to where ever y/n found them. We won't reward her kindness by making her clean up after us as well."

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. Maybe you were going to get through to ole Thorin Grumpyshield after all.