Imagine from thereandbackagainimagines; Imagine helping Thorin pick out some new fur coats.

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Furs are flying around my ears

it has been this way for some quite years

They land here, there, everywhere

there are enough to spare

An old one never leaves his chest

Why throw something away that was once the best

Even now that it carries some holes

they still carry their souls

Like the warg coat that he made after slaying the beast

and wore it as they traveled further towards the east

That was when he was young and care free

soon after his people and him were forced to flee

Never has he given up on furry friends

he doesn't care who he offends

They give him power, his strength

they are never further away than an arm's length

Now that I am his wife I have to help and pick

a new fur coat but I do have to be quick

Because if I don't answer quickly enough

he takes it badly and his expression turns gruff

Beneath that rough exterior there is a kind and loving heart

but his time schedules are anything but smart

So far we have been here for hour-

"Wh- Are you writing another poem about my 'inefficieny' in choosing a new fur coat?" Thorin asks. He is trying to keep it down so that the other customers won't hear him but some heads are raised.

You look up from the paper on your lap. For a moment there you thought you were safely tucked away behind a rack of fur coats. "I uhm... well, the fact is that you always take so long to find another coat... I thought I might as well write my frustration down."

An impatient eyebrow raised on Thorin's forehead. "We could be done sooner if you'd help me" he pointed out.

You sighed, putting away your notebook. "We both know how that is going to end." You followed him nonetheless.

On the way to your sure doom.