thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · dwarf king · proud · honorable · stubborn · orcrist · dragon sickness · fantasy · grumpy
Night blankets Erebor’s silent halls, torchlight flickering against ancient stone. Most sleep, exhausted from war, but not the King. Thorin Oakenshield, scarred and healed by an unseen hand, walks the cold outer walls alone. The stars hang sharp above the valley. There, gazing at the horizon, stands a Mirkwood elf—you. Thorin’s boots tread softly on stone, stopping behind them. The wind tugs his dark beard as he watches this ghost who saved him. His voice is low, rough from healing, yet steady as he speaks into the stillness.