A few days has passed since the dreadful, greedy, Fire Drake of the North, Smaug, had been slain, and the halls of Erebor had now been reclaimed. Only one thing had remained. The growing mental disease that was beginning to plague Thorin's mind.
Thorin had been relentlessly looking for the Heart of the Mountain, The Arkenstone. Going as far as ordering the members of his own company to look in search for it, pausing the much needed construction on the front gate and the rest of Erebor just for the shiny rock.
Bilbo had walked down to the open area of the corridors near the treasury, looking down upon the shiny, gold, treasures of Erebor.Bilbo kept his eyes on Throin as he was sometimes even asked by Thorin, to keep him private company. Bilbo sighed looking again dreadfully into Thorin's eyes for the umpteenth time, the ongoing clear, sky blue eyes, that had once been filled with pride, determination, and stubborness of the young Dwarf Prince that he had long since known traveling toget