Bofur

After the Battle of the Five Armies, Bofur had been reduced to a bitter, hunched dwarf, his brow furrowed instead of his usual jovial smile. He stopped carving after eating. He stopped casually pulling out his flute and striking up a tune. His hat, worn and battered, hung pitifully on his head.

The miner's eyes had gone dark, and everyone was worried.

A convoy from the Iron Hills had arrived at Erebor a year after its recovery, a year after the death of Thorin, Fili, and Kili.

That's when she saw the most beautiful dwarf she had ever seen. In that instant, she knew that this dwarf with shining hair was her One.