This is one of those things that I love so much it causes my heart to swell from the sheer perfection of it. It’s got all of my favorite elements: lovable characters, masterful subtlety and metaphor, wonder, humor, fantasy and charm.
Chris is rolling his eyes right about now. Like, epically rolling them. Which is fine with me, because I could certainly name several female characters that would crowd the top of his blog’s “Weakness” category, if he had such a thing. (He doesn’t; his loss, I say.)
For the uninitiated, Thorin Oakenshield is a character of J.R.R. Tolkien’s, who, in the incarnation above, appears in The Hobbit series courtesy of Richard Armitage. I know this version of Thorin isn’t true to the book (there, he was positively ancient), but making a few of the dwarves hot was a brilliant artistic change by Peter Jackson. It’s a good way to rope more women into a fantasy series (okay, and men, too), while also making the lengthy viewing commitment of three movies more appealing. This isn’t to say the films cannot stand on their own, or that I wouldn’t have enjoyed them if all the dwarves actually looked like dwarves; on the contrary, this merely enhances my experience.