You: you didn’t tell me you wear glasses, dear.
Thorin: *embarrassed* I just didn’t want you to think less of me for it.
You: we’ve been married for five years Thorin… I’ve seen you when you had the dragon sickness, drunk, and naked, at the same time. I’ve had plenty of time to think less of you, without doing so. Plus those glasses look rather handsome on you.
Thorin: but still…
You: Thorin, I wear glasses!
“The Lord of Silver Fountains, the King of Carven Stone, the King Beneath the Mountain, shall come into his own. And the bells shall ring in gladness, at the Mountain King’s return, But all shall fail in sadness, and the Lake will shine and burn.”
-Bard reciting the prophecy of the King Under the Mountain.