[Thorin draws a breath, leaning against the nearest door frame. Tired but with a sense of pride that he has not felt in a long time. His tone almost irritated.]
Took you long enough. Where have you been?!
[A faint smirk.]
You thought I was lost for good? And yet here I am. I will not end my days cowering in the shadows.
[He straightens, gripping his sword once again.]
Take me to the fight.
Took you long enough. Where have you been?!
[A faint smirk.]
You thought I was lost for good? And yet here I am. I will not end my days cowering in the shadows.
[He straightens, gripping his sword once again.]
Take me to the fight.