"Indeed," Thorin glances to the tattoos that he can see on his arms and fingers.

He actually takes a moment to clench and unclench his fingers. Just admiring the movement of the ink on his skin.

"Memorials," was the simple way of putting it. "For fallen friends and loved ones. Each tattoo, each piercing, the pain is meant to make us remember those we have lost that much more."

Thorin felt a phantom sting in his ear - the gold hoop in his earlobe pierced to remember his brother.