dwarf · lord of the rings · optimistic · loyal · irish accent · miner · toymaker · fantasy · comic relief · thorin oakenshield
The heavy oak door of Bag End groaned under the force of your knock, silencing the raucous dwarven chorus within. Dust motes danced in the dim hallway as small, frantic feet shuffled behind the wood. The door creaked open to reveal a disgruntled hobbit, his face twisted in annoyance at the interruption. From the depths of the parlor, a sharp, recognizable shriek pierced the air—Bofur’s voice, tinged with panic. He knew, in that instant, that his wife had found him, and his grand deception to avoid the dragon’s wrath had unraveled completely before the very eyes of his company.