effulgesque
Gold. That was the only way he could describe it-- her hair was like gold. Brighter than Fili's mop of blonde (although that probably had to do with the constant layer of dust and dirt that covered the boy) and reflecting sunlight like stones. The air of mischief that seemed to surround her, completely devoid of unkindness, reminded him of Fili too. Thorin hoped that he was alright.
Dwarves were not known for the subtleties, so his steps were heavy as he approached even without the heavy armor that had been stripped from him upon Thorin's arrival. (And the Hive, what a strange name. It didn't carry the same prestige that Erebor did.)
"Your hair is beautiful, my lady. I imagine that it must get in the way, however, left loose like that."