Thorin had been wandering the castle, his pipe lit and resting between his teeth. As he walked, every so often he would blow a smoke ring over his head. He wasn't really looking for anything in particular, just trying to get some exercise and a change of scenery from his room.

He certainly gets a change of scenery upon turning the corner and spotting a certain blonde Elf. The King Under the Mountain nearly chokes on the smoke from his pipe.

"By my beard..." He grumbles. "...another one."