Thorin II Stonehelm ran rough hands through his coarse black hair; a look of agitation crossed his face as he locked eyes with his father, King Dain II Ironfoot.
"You know of the treachery of Sauron, by the beard of Durin! Think about our people, think about these hobbits; Bilbo Baggins was a hobbit, may I remind you."
His father stroked his graying beard (into which hours of time had been placed braiding), considering his sons words slowly.
"I need to think on this..." Dain finished inconclusively, his eyes drooped with the lethargy.
"As you wish."