Imagine being one of the ultimate bad asses of Middle Earth that Thorin idolizes
Gandalf: an old friend of mine somehow knew about our plans, and says they wish to give you Aid.
Thorin: is that so? Does this friend have a name?
Gandalf: (y/n), I'm sure you've heard of them.
Balin: you don't mean (y/n) the balrog's bane do you?
Dwalin: the (y/n) that slayed an entire platoon of Balrogs during the first age?
Gandalf: yes, I do
Thorin: I was under the impression that they were not an elf.
Gandalf: they aren't, they're a maiar.
Thorin: (y/n), balrog's bane is a maiar who wants to help us?
You: *coming back from the bathroom and ducks into the room* is that people call me now? The balrog's bane, I like it.
Thorin: you're (y/n)? *internally fan boying*
You: what you expect me to be, some big brawny elf?
Kili: there is no way you are the Balrogs bane
You: you want a spar with me to find out punk?
Kili: no
You: probably a smart choice, *notices Thorin staring intensely at you, and winks at him*
Thorin: *swoons*
