“I think Richard Armitage, especially, as an actor, has an extraordinary trajectory. And what’s great about it is, you care about him. He has this grandeur and stature as a character, but then he disintegrates before your eyes - and it’s heart breaking. Then you become invested in him coming back. He’s got to be the Thorin we know and care about. But that’s the thing: does he?”
we talk about the pain we feel about thorin oakenshield, but we don’t talk as much about as much how we’re sad about bilbo baggins.
nobody discusses how utterly lonely that must’ve been. bilbo didn’t adopt frodo until he was 90— can you imagine, the days going on and on and the only company being curious children and your gardener? how desolate that would be?
and the only company being ten dwarves (originally thirteen, but that number dwindles, oh it dwindles) who only visit every few years.
and thorin’s death. it’s one of the strongest displays of emotion throughout the whole book. he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. indeed it was long before he had the heart to make a joke again. he wept. he wept. he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse—
this hobbit, who mocked a dragon and told dwarves to be quiet when they complained about being put in barrels, who called thorin “very important“ (air quotes) “very haughty“. he weeps. he weeps. he weeps. and maybe it’s because of the whole quest, maybe it’s because for the first time he realises he’s going home, back to loneliness, but it doesn’t matter why. because we all know what he returns to. a home sacked, his family who have taken all of his possessions. what does he come back to? desolation. of a dragon of a whole different kind.
because even thorin oakenshield had people to turn to. but bilbo? who did he have in the shire, at home, if it can be called that? hamfast gamgee? frodo? samwise? and only they came along years later.
and imagine. how utterly lonely bilbo baggins life was, how utterly isolating.