Imagine from my own mind: Imagine Thorin being picky about the clothes you wear. Or; Thorin being himself in another day under the mountain.

Today there are five updates of this old month scheduled to be posted. And since you got a baby Thorin chapter yesterday, there won't be one today. You will have to wait until February 21 for that :)

I know I am evil, but there are plenty of updates today to keep you satisfied.

I hope...

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"Perhaps this blue dress will suit your taste better, my lady" the seamstress said, bowing deeply. She hurried off to find the other dress.

You were left standing in front of a large mirror, still wearing the green dress that she had put on you just a moment before. And with your husband standing behind you. 

Thorin was stroking his beard, deep in thought. "I don't think she understands who she is supposed to make a dress for. Make yourself comfortable my love. I will find her and tell her exactly what I think of this material."

His voice was sweet and his eyes sparkling when he talked to you. But the seamstress didn't get the same treatment. Thorin felt like she was an idiot. She didn't understand her trait.

At least that is what he told her many times as she was pulling fabrics out from every cabinet in her small shop. 

"Stay" you said, reaching for his arm. "That poor woman is just trying to do her job. You are only making her nervous."

Thorin huffed but stayed anyway. "That only means that she has something to hide" he growled lowly. 

You rolled your eyes. No matter where you went, you really couldn't take your husband along with you. He was always causing a scene claiming that no one but him understood what his wife was worth.

If anyone would claim otherwise they wouldn't live much longer to repeat it. So there really was no winning for the people who crossed Thorin's path.

"I just want to see you in the most beautiful of dresses" Thorin said, his voice smooth as silk. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips. "You are worthy any piece of gold that I can spend." A whiskery kiss was placed on your hand. "And every piece of gold I don't own."

"You are a true romantic as always. I am afraid we won't leave this shop with a dress if you keep scaring the woman" you said. 

"We would if she brought out the right fabric" Thorin murmured.

Soon after the seamstress huried back into the dressing room. A majestic golden-yellow fabric covered most of her arms. "This is the most expensive fabric I own. It should match your taste, your highness."

Thorin let his hands wander over the soft fabric. It was simple and soft yet so beautiful that it would look beautiful on any royalty that would choose to wear it. 

"This is not suit-"

"That is beautiful. I would to have a dress made out of that" you interjected your husband. What he seemed to forget was that you really needed new clothes. Ever since you accepted Thorin at your suitor, you had to give up on your old clothes.

Not that you really minded. The clothes that you had worn in your own world stood out too much from the crowd in Middle-Earth.

At least now people didn't look at you funny anymore. 

That could also have something to do with the intimidating man that always had an arm wrapped around your waist. 

Thorin looked up at you. "My love, we could go to my personal seamstres. She should be ready to meet us in a few hours."

You shook your head. "That won't be necessary. This fabric looks amazing. I would really like to see this as a dress" you said, adding a small pout at the end.

That melted his heart. "Of course, âzyungâl." He turned his focus to the seamstres. "I want this ready by the end of the week."

She nodded, smiling in thanks at you before she went to her back room. Thankfully for her she had already written down all your sizes. Now she could work in peace.

Thorin helped you down the pedestal. "Are you sure that is the fabric you want? We could always go to another shop and search for something better."

"No, I don't think they would survive that" you said jokingly.

Your husband looked at you confused. "I just want the best for my wife. Does that make me a bad husband?" 

"It does make you a bad customer."

He looked at you with guilty eyes. An arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you closer as you walked back to the royal halls. "I will send for one of the finest seamstress in this whole mountain."

You rolled your eyes. There was no talking to him when he was in this state. Maybe if you showed him some of your more... 'intimate', wardrobe of your old life... That should keep him quiet for a few days.

You ran up ahead, escaping the protective arm of your husband. 

He smiled at you but there was something in his eyes that told you that you were as far away from him as he would allow. For now. 

"Come, I have to show you something" you said, winking before skipping away. 

Thorin didn't want to but he just had to speed-walk after you to keep you safe. Dangerous thing you were.

This only amused you so you sped up a little. "Do you remember the clothes I used to wear at the beginning of our quest?" you teased. You knew all too well what he thought of those clothes.

"Those clothes are too revealing... Every man can see every part of your body! Here, have my fur coat, and some of my weapons. That should cover you up sufficiently. And maybe if I guard you at all times man won't look at you..."

Thorin's eyes darkened. He remembered them all too well.

You smiled sweetly at him. "I have more for you to protect in our bedroom."

"I thought we got rid of them all?" he asked, suspicious. And it was true. A few months back, when the mountain was re-taken, Thorin personally made sure that every single one of your revealing garments was thrown into a fire.

A fire that he had started for that special reason. 

"I saved some for a special night" you turned around as you continued to walk, now backwards not watching where you were going to be precise. "Special garments that are only for your eyes to see."

Your husband was now running, catching up on you fast. "Then let's make sure we get there a little faster" he whispered into your ear. He picked you up before you could protest and carried you the rest of the way.