(surprise)

Where Thorin is water, deep and vast and unpredictable as the sea, Dwalin is fire. Or, well, something equally burning, for the passionate scalding heat of volcanoes is actually made of molten rock and stone (or so her father's books claim, and how fit would that be for such a rock-skulled dwarrow).Either way, Bilbo cannot help but think that it fits: Both of them are so different, and yet so very much alike - passionate, and forces of nature, and neigh unstoppable. And she is so terribly, hopelessly, ridiculously in love with both of them.