To be fair, he is the heir to a large and gold-rich kingdom.

I don’t remember thinking ‘this Thorin Oakenshield must be a hot-tie’ while reading The Hobbit, but apparently Peter Jackson had other ideas. Because every time the heir without hope hefted his axe, I felt a very weird tingly feeling in my belly.

Sure, I’m married, but I’m sure I could convince my adorable husband to put on firs and declare his everlasting enmity to a large white orc, right? And I bet he’s just dying to grow out a long and slightly dirty looking beard.