Imagine catching Thorin working when he should be resting
Thorin: *is up and moving around three days after being stabbed in the foot, and after Oin said he was to be on bed rest for two months*
You: what do you think you are doing out of bed, mister? *hand on hip and eyeing him* you're supposed to be on bed rest.
Thorin: what of it? I did not want to sit around doing nothing.
You: if you ever want to be able to walk with out a limp you're going to need to stay off that foot of your's.
You: I'll tell you what, if you let me wheel you around in a wheel chair until your foot heals properly, I won't rat you out to Oin, or forcibly drag you back to bed.
Thorin: fine *grudgingly sighs in long suffering defeat as he lowers himself down into a wheel chair*