Thorin’s Death // Chapter XVII
“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!”
Saw my comic class teacher today, she asked me if I was planning to draw any Spirk. She’s a fan.
So I did. This is for her ♥
Now I’m off to find an angsty fic of them with a happy ending. (Any recs?)
Caring is not an advantage