Reminds me of the male reviewers and fans who have admitted to a “mancrush” on Thorin. Look, guys, resistance is futile.
I could use a new watch. But then I would always be looking at my watch–even when I had no deadlines to meet. People would wonder about the glazed look of utter bliss on my face. Might be worrying if the drool starts rolling down my chin . . .
I never tire of creating various incarnations of young Glamour Thorin. *sigh* Such a “don’t hate me because I’m beautiful” look.
Oh, those eyes and eyelashes in the firelight . . . the golden Dwarf.
An amused Thorin takes measure of the little burglar-to-be. He’s not impressed.
I want to play with that braid. And stroke his beard. And . . . oh, you know.