He might not have made a spectacle, but he was terribly obvious to one who had gotten to know him intimately well. So he would find the pretty king fluttering up to him, dressing in white and gold robes, the gold upon white and made to look like flower and flame, the belt around his narrow hips a beautiful red with knots of flowers and rubies of candle-flame. He beamed, a might flushed from drink, and without preamble bent down and pecked Thorin's lips.

"You came!" he declared with much enthusiasm.