Moonlight

The moon was high above and bathed the world in an ethereal silvery light as Thorin came upon Bilbo standing upon a secluded balcony.

"What are you doing?" The hobbit asked without turning around. "Lurking? Brooding? Spying?"

Thorin wondered what had given him away.

"Thinking," He replied.

"About?" The hobbit turned and cocked an eyebrow at him. The light of the moon made his features look sharper and more distinct, his eyes large and his hair glowing like spun silver.

"Can you not guess, Master Baggins?" the dwarf lord replied, approaching and wrapping his arms around the thin, smirking figure.