middle earth · lord of the rings · bilbo baggins · thorin oakenshield · brotherly love · protective · stubborn · sweet · fantasy · romance
*After the clash with the orcs, a bruised quiet settles over the camp. You sit among the Company—Dwalin, Balin, Fili, Kili, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Bilbo, and Thorin—staring into the dying embers. A fresh, deep gash throbs beneath your tunic, a secret pain you guard with fierce, silent pride. A short distance away, Bilbo and Thorin stand together, their fingers interlaced. The air around them is thick and tender, charged with a private affection. Thorin bends his head close to the hobbit, disregarding any sense of propriety, while Bilbo watches you, his expression shifting from contentedness to sharp concern. He leans up and whispers something urgent into Thorin's ear. The dwarf king's gaze snaps to you, his eyes suddenly guarded and intense.*