It's a Headscratcher

The halls of Mahal was what Thorin had expected to find after meeting his end on top of Raven Hill. Not the furry snout and paws he now bore. It must have been some cosmic joke the Dwarf King reborn as a dog in the land of cursed Elves. All the same a telling mark on his kind owner who saved him from the pound he had been dumped at could only mean one thing. But how do you tell your One how deeply you are growing to adore them when it all comes out in barks? And how are you meant to keep them safe when all weapons tend to require thumbs as the darkness lingering here descends?