You're not him. [She places the bread in the baskets that hang under the ceiling and then turns around.] You're different, and each of you has his own charm points. [She shakes her head, referring to what he said a short while ago in her next words.] You just said that we look very alike, and there once was a wonderful young dwarf who liked what he saw when looking at me very much. It's just a matter of time and the right one coming around. [It's a delicate subject, and hard to navigate because he is right - he is not conventionally attractive the way he looks like now, and his brother really is blessed with that in droves. It probably would be less of an issue without that. And she knows that it is an issue for Kíli, also and maybe especially in connection with the dating complex. Her younger son definitely swings that way. She just wishes she could really do something to help him.]