Imagine the dwarves spending their nights in little “family groups” on the road to Erebor though.
Balin and Dwalin sleeping like two halves of a circle. Curled on their sides and facing one another, knees and foreheads nearly touching.
Nori and Dori boxing in Ori between them, protective of their little brother even in sleep.
Bifur isn’t technically Bofur or Bombur’s brother, but they treat as such none the less and this is no exception. Sleeping together like they’re in a puppy pile, all heaped on top of Bombur at odd angles.
Oin and Gloin being typical siblings. Neither settling still nor close to one another. Just ebbing and flowing during the night, shifting closer and being shoved away.
And of course there’s Kili and Fili. Sprawling out and invading each others space and neither of them seeming to mind in the least.
Which just leaves Thorin and Bilbo.
And at first Bilbo ends up sleeping next to Gandalf most nights, curled up with his back to the old wizard. It isn’t particular warm or comforting, but it does have some semblance of familiarity. But Gandalf also isn’t very consistent when it comes to being around during the nights, which leaves Bilbo without any bed mate at all more often than not. He knows Thorin sleeps alone too. Usually he’s leaning up against something–a rock or a tree–hand posed near his blade. It can’t be comfortable. They aren’t familiar enough, though, for Bilbo to do anything but look on at the other little dwarf piles wistfully.
Then Carrock happens and they travel to Beorn’s house and the ground is cold and Thorin is just going to go off and sleep by his lonesome like the pig headed dwarf that he is and the hobbit is officially done with it bc there is no goddamn way Thorin doesn’t have a crick in his neck and hobbits run very warm (you know hobbits have a high metabolism) so Thorin would be more than satisfied with having one in his space on cold nights and of course he tells Thorin all this as the dwarf just stares on with wide eyes.
And so Bilbo Baggins becomes the bedmate of the famed Thorin Oakenshield. The King Under the Mountain, who apparently snuffles in his sleeps and grumbles in Khuzdul and pulls little hobbit burglars to him like they’re a heated water bottle in cool sheets.
The end.
