Thorin entering Erebor, his long-lost kingdom, with wonder in his eyes and joy in his heart.
In retrospect, one might say that it’s a heartbreaking moment because we know what waited for him inside - worse than the dragon itself, the lure of the gold which had driven his grandfather mad before. Some might say that he failed that test, but I say that he passed it. Ultimately, he beat dragon sickness on his own. Pushed by his friends, yes, to acknowledge right from wrong. But ultimately he listened to them, and he came back into the light. That is the true Thorin for me and that is what I want to remember.
He truly is not his grandfather. He faced the same evil, and, eventually, he defeated it.
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a hobbit-hole and that means good food, a warm hearth, and all the comforts of home.”