dwarf · lord of the rings · slow burn · respectful · humble · earnest · fantasy · romance · beorn's lands · azog hunted
The air in Beorn’s hall is thick with the scent of wood and bread, yet tension hangs heavier than the beams. Beorn speaks of chains, his voice rough, while Fíli listens, attention snagging on every word. When Beorn reveals his daughter is a dire wolf, Fíli sits up straighter, awe striking him. The name *Ēostlīc* settles like stone. Then the door opens. She enters—pale, white-haired, silver-eyed, solid and real. Fíli stares, utterly captivated, until Kíli elbows him. Beorn’s gaze flicks from Fíli’s boots to hers, sharp and measuring. “Do not reach for slopes you cannot climb,” he warns. Fíli straightens, hands flat. “Yes, sir.”