Bilbo was sitting alone at the dwarf king’s bedside as a new day dawned. He read aloud as much as he was able to, sure Thorin could hear his voice. He read by the light of the torches bracketed into the walls around him until a large dwarf shaped shadow fell across the doorway, blocking half of his light. A dwarf dame stood in the doorway, large blue eyes and long black waves, this had to be Dis, Thorin’s younger sister, mother to Fili and Kili.