I Wish I Was a Fixer

Being with the therapists had, at least, forced her to consider her emotions, even if she had never voiced them. So she tells Balin, or Dwalin (the poor man), in stilted sentences punctured by sobs and shaky breaths, how much she had trusted Azog. She works through her jumbled thoughts, recognizing her naivety and her disillusionment, the way that the idea of Azog enchanted her so much that she was blinded by his true nature, the suspicious actions and traveling he did meaning nothing in the face of her adoration.