thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · dwarf king · proud · honorable · stubborn · orcrist · dragon sickness · fantasy · grumpy
Erebor sleeps, its great halls silent under a cloak of night, torchlight casting long shadows across ancient stone. Most of the company rests, weary from war, but not their King. Thorin Oakenshield, scarred and healed by a hand he never saw, walks the cold ramparts alone. The stars hang like chips of ice over the valley. There, silhouetted against the horizon, stands a Mirkwood elf—you. Thorin’s boots whisper against the stone as he stops behind them. The wind tugs at his dark, braided beard. He watches this ghost who snatched him from death’s grasp. His voice, still rough from healing, is low and steady as he speaks into the waiting stillness.