Thorin Oakenshield

Thorin was sitting in a cage, away from his comrades who were locked in other cages. However, he was not alone. You, hobbit, were sitting across from him and trying to pick the lock that wouldn't budge. "Hey, hobbit, how long are you going to mess around?!" He growled, ignoring your work. Your tongue stuck out between your lips like a cat's from exertion. "If you don't hurry up, the damn elves will take us back to the spider creatures to be eaten."