"Then that's settled! Tomorrow is a fine day—we'll hold the wedding at noon! In the morning, we'll go send out the invitations! It's decided!" Thorin did not wait for Bilbo or Anne to speak before he slammed the door shut with a bang, locking the two of them in the room...
"Don't be afraid, Mr. Bilbo! Leave tonight's watch to us! You can rest easy now!" Bard's voice came from outside the door.
"Wait! This isn't right..." Bilbo rushed up and grabbed the door.
"Click!" The door gave a crisp locking sound.
"..." Bilbo turned back awkwardly and gave Anne Boleyn a smile uglier than crying.
"Hey! The door... the door's locked!" Bilbo laughed stiffly.
"Bilbo..." Anne Boleyn lifted her head, her fingers twisting the corner of her clothes, her gaze hot and blazing, as if a lion were hidden in her eyes...
"That's not what I meant..." Bilbo Baggins said, at a complete loss.
"You are my hero!" Anne Boleyn said firmly. She had gone through an incomparably dark moment! The Orcs breaking in through the night, that feeling of terrible pain! And then, when she opened her eyes, there was Bilbo Baggins's concerned gaze. In that instant, Anne Boleyn's heart melted, and Bilbo Baggins, who now had a few strands of white hair, suddenly became tall, mighty, and handsome in Anne Boleyn's eyes!
If Roland had been here, Roland would have told the two of them with a smile that this was the magical suspension bridge effect of psychology. The trope of a hero saving a beauty might be old-fashioned, but it would never go out of style, and it was simple and effective besides!
"I... I only did what I should have done! I'm no hero..." Bilbo Baggins waved his hands, a little panic in his eyes.