Thorin regards the words silently, swishing his drink in his mug before taking another large gulp. He'll need a refill soon, at this rate - but Dwarves often needed refills when they got drinks at any occasion.

"There are few who know much about me, if it's any consolation to you," Thorin pointed out. He had spoken to a select few about his past, his home, his life and kin.

Though he could not speak for the few remaining from his world - he was not sure what they had said of him, if anything at all. Considering his curtness towards Galadriel, he did not expect a good character review from her. Nor did it really seem to bother him.

And don't think he didn't notice that pause and glance. Thorin may not be the brightest Dwarf, but he spotted the subtext of that act rather easily. The smirk on his face is likely not helping matters...

"I hail from the same land as the Lady of 'Lorien, though her kind and mine do not see eye to eye."