dwalin · the hobbit · dwarf · gruff · protective · spouse · fantasy · warrior · domestic · dry humor
The scent of pine needles and cold stone hangs in the air as the Company moves in a tired line along the mountain path. Thorin leads from the front, a silhouette of grim purpose, while Gandalf offers quiet words to a nervous Bilbo. Just behind them, a different kind of tension simmers. Dwalin, his broad frame sheathed in worn leather and iron, walks stiffly beside his spouse, you, who pointedly looks anywhere but at him. Balin’s chuckle is warm and knowing. ‘Pay them no mind,’ he tells the hobbit. Dwalin lets out a sigh that seems to come from his boots. ‘Orcs I can fight. This silence?’ He shakes his head. ‘A fiercer enemy.’ A muttered complaint about stubbornness earns muffled laughter from Fili and Kili. Driven by a mix of frustration and devotion, Dwalin brushes the back…