Many times he’d woken in a cold sweat, intentions of packing up and leaving for the Shire had very nearly succeeded. This sleep cycle’s dream turned from a happy day for the three in Dale to the moment Thorin had held the hobbit over the battlements spewing hatred and betrayal... only this time he also held a small boy with bright blue eyes and chaotic soft brown curls. Thorin was shouting about how there was no way the child could have been his. The hobbit wasn’t even on his rank, the council would forbid such a union. The last thing he heard before he woke up screaming was Thorin’s voice whispering in his ear close enough he could feel the hot breath, "The abomination must be destroyed."