DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT
Thorin and Frerin
There was no colour to describe Frerin, Thorin would say. If there was a colour for light and life; then that was it. If there was a colour to describe the joy that Frerin brought with just one dazzling smile; then that was it. If there was a colour to describe the determination and heart of courage that burned within him; then that was it. If there was a colour to describe the forcefulness of his anger and then tenderness of his caring love; then that was it. If there was a colour to describe the way he could change the most desperate of situations in one that would make you feel almost giddy with happiness, then that was it. But there was no colour that could describe Frerin and there never would be.
There was only one time in Thorin's memory that he ever asked Frerin what his favorite colour was. His younger brother had come home from school in a awful sulk and would not eat, drink or talk at all. Thorin had been worried about him and after hours of coaxing and one sided conversations, Frerin had rewarded him with a dramatic sigh. Thorin had then asked him what happened. Frerin had replied that he had gotten laughed at and didn't like it. Thorin had asked what did he get laughed at about. Frerin had replied that they laughed at what his favorite colour was. Thorin then had asked him what his favorite colour was. Frerin had turned to him, given him one of his dazzling smiled and replied, "You."