True to his word, they left quickly after breakfast. With a tiny suitcase, Felita was worried she hadn't packed the right things, but he reminded her that she would have a brand-new closet full of things to wear when they arrived. She tried to relax on the drive there, but when she let her mind settle for more than a few minutes, she began to get nervous. Thorin, so attuned to her feelings, rubbed her arm or back to relax her. "Stop worrying. They will love you, and I will kill anyone who doesn't." Part of her wanted to believe that he was joking, but the tic in his jaw and the glint in his eye told her otherwise. She hadn't seen much more than a glimpse of the ruthless side everyone back home feared. It was strange for her to try and picture him any other way than what she was familiar wi
