Imagine Thorin learning that you think very highly of him when you get drunk
*at the prancing pony*
You: *sitting besides Thorin hugging a mug of your liquor of choice and already a little drunk*
Thorin: *expressing his doubts to Dwalin* I just don't think I can pull this off sometimes
You: you doubt yourself too much Thorin
Thorin: excuse me? *slightly offended you are butting your way into his conversation*
You: If anyone can do it it's you, you're competent, reliable, brave, strong, you are a great fighter with a versatile array of weapons, you have superb leadership skills, you are cunning, you are far more reasonable than you are ever given credit for, and you have very pretty eyes.
Thorin: *considerable embarrassed, but happy because he sees that your eyes are clear and you obviously meant what you said* you think so?
You: yes, I believe in you and your abilities. *leans your head on Thorin's shoulder, spends the next twenty minutes singing to him and hand feeding him chips before passing out*
Dwalin: (y/n) and Thorin sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love then comes~
Thorin: shut the feck up
*the next morning*
You: *have the worst hangover in the history of hangovers*
Thorin: about what we talked about last night.
You: Thorin, I'm going to stop you there, I literally do not remember anything past being handed my tankard. Plus I don't want to know what embarrassing shit drunk me did last night.
Thorin: I see
*in Rivendell *
Thorin: *shoving a wine bottle into your hands* get drunk I need to talk to "drunk you".
You: why? Is sober me not good enough?
Thorin: sober you isn't nearly as nice as drunk you, or nearly as helpful or supportive.
You: *pretends to get drunk to hear him*
