Yet another GiMA story, because it's a terrible year and we need some lighthearted fun. This time Thorin goes to regular Earth to hand pick his aide de camp, after a fashion. T rated, Thorin x OC, liberal use of the F word. Don't like, don't read. If you do read, please consider leaving a comment. Bonus points if you have suggestions that would improve the story :)

The night of the proposal E and D are spirited away to Bilbo's house exactly when Thorin Oakenshield was supposed to make his appearance.