He’d almost forgotten that his nephew had taken in the company of a large cat that he’d found in Dale. How that was possible, he hadn’t a clue, the beast was always rubbing against his legs and trying to hop in his lap on the throne. When Thorin realized that Kíli was talking about the fluffy orange feline, he scoffed softly.
”Somehow he broke into my quarters and pounced on me while I was asleep. Seems it enjoys the furs on my bed…had to lock him out…” Shaking his head, Thorin began to speculate where the cat may be. ”Have you checked the throne room? Gimgin also has a special fondness of curling up there…much to my dismay…”
Though Thorin was indifferent towards Gimgin, he may have enjoyed the company of an animal just a bit more than he let on.
"Aye, Gimgin!" spoke the archer in turn, giving his uncle a look, eyebrows raising. Ah, he had once more found way to Thorin's place. He would not admit it too quickly, but he was kind of glad Gimgin had taken a liking to his uncle. Though it was not always returned by his uncle, this he knew also. Often he found himself snickering behind a corner when the feline had once more found way to the throne room and planted himself on his uncle's lap.
Of course, when noticing elves were there too, he often made way into the throne room and took the cat off his uncle. Perhaps his next grand gift had to be a large dog instead of coming back with a cat. Uncle had always been more fond of dogs, and he had to admit he too loved them. Ever since Khahay. If he found a dog such as Khahay, he would make sure to give it to his uncle.
"The Throne, o'course!" he spoke with a large grin, giving his uncle a sweeping bow. "Thank ye, uncle!"
