Imagine getting into an infantile fight with Thorin, during which he realizes you understand him better than he thought
Thorin: it's pointless to talk with you! With your limited vernacular and intelligence I doubt you could comprehend anything I said!
You: what's so fucking hard to understand? You feel abandoned by your father yet lost without him. You feel like the fate of your race rests on your shoulders, which is why you push yourself so hard and that if you fail to reclaim Erebor you will loose the trust, respect, and loyalty of your people. You struggle to find the energy to get out of bed in the morning, and you often feel completely alone, even when surround by your family and friends. You struggle in silence in fear of looking weak, and you relive all of your worst memories over and over again in your head and dreams. You aren't exactly hard to figure out, you grumpy ass garden gnome escappee looking motherfucker, you have the emotional range of tea spoon you aren't complicated!
Thorin: I've never told anyone how I felt, how did you know?...wait what did you just call Me? What is a garden gnome?
