"Your other question?" He turned around to face her, and he was shocked to find her face only inches from his own. He cast his eyes downward and tightened his grip on his sword. "If I am ever to see you again, what would I call you? What is your name?" The woman just stared at him, her eyes piercing and otherworldly. "That is a good question, Thorin, son of Thrain." (First fic)