The Gathering Storm. The Hobbit fanfic. A Thorin Oakenshield love story.

Chapter 4: The Banquet.

Here is chapter four. The pictures are of what Taryn wore to the banquet and her hair style for the night.

Thorin's POV:

Thorin did not believe that was all she had said to him. For one the look on her father's face when she spoke would not have been that annoyed. Then again Thranduil's always looked like that. And two it sounded like she had at least said one more sentence. But he was not going to force her to tell him the whole truth.

After showing her to her guest room, Thorin finally headed back to his own chambers. He bathed to get refreshed since he was sweaty from sparring and washed his hair. Once he was dressed in his under clothes he fixed his braids and then picked out his outfit for the banquet.

Once Thorin was dressed in his royal blue tunic, with blue matching pants, and a fur vest he headed down the hall to the big dinning hall where the banquet would be held. He ran into Balin and Dwalin on the way into the hall.

"Evening, looking for the Princess already?" Dwalin asked him and smirked.

Thorin made a face and huffed loudly, "no and I'm sure she is not here yet. They will be calling them in all official like." He said to Dwalin. Who was making a 'oh sure' type of face at him.

Balin was kind of confused. As he was not there earlier during their sparring conversation. "Who are we talking about?" He asked his younger brother.

"The Princess of the Woodland Realm Taryn, who is visiting with her father. Thorin has a big crush on her." Dwalin said and smirked at Thorin more.

"Oh," Balin said. He was kind of shocked that Thorin liked an Elf.

"I do not have a crush on her!" He almost yelled out to them.

"If anything I just like her as an friend. The same way I like you two idiots," he said and huffed again.

Dwalin wasn't falling for it though, "then why haven't you been able to get her out of your head? You've only been thinking and talking about her all day." He said with a smile.

He knew his friend at least had a small crush on the Elven Princess, even if Thorin didn't yet.

Thorin sighed loudly, shook his head, and just walked away from his two friends.

"My grandfather is calling me. I'll see you two later," he said as he walked off.

He made his way up to the back of the dinning hall where all the tables were sat up for the night.

There was one large L shape table at the back for the royal family and their guests to sit. There was a large space in the middle of the room for dancing later. In one corner the band for dancing was set up and against the left wall was a long narrow table. It had food and drinks placed on it. Then finally there were smaller tables for the other dwarves who were invited to sit. Like Dwalin and Balin.

Thorin sat in his spot on their left of his grandfather. He was sitting at the corner of the L shape, where the other table was joined. On his grandfather's right side sat his father Thráin. Next to his father sat his brother Frerin and sister Dís.

The Elven guests would be sitting on the other table that was joined to Thorin's. He couldn't help but hope that Taryn would be sitting in the spot closest to him.

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Taryn's POV:

Taryn walked to the grand dinning hall with with her father Thranduil and their four guards. Taryn was wearing a floor length dress that was blue with cutout design patterns all over it. The dress came up to her neck, but had a circle cutout right above her chest. The dress was sleeveless, so it showed off her fair slender arms.