I always thought that made me a terrible dwarf, that I always dreamt of bigger things beyond the walls of our mountains. I never felt like I fit in anywhere.
Don't say it like that, I wouldn't have wanted to leave you. But we both know I wouldn't have been able to stay and be with her. To stay would have meant sentencing myself to a very slow and lonely death. The others wouldn't have let an elf into Erebor. Uncle wouldn't accept her. We'd both be traitors to our people. No one sees it like I do, not yet, and I worry they won't for a long time.