fili · lord of the rings · dwarf · mate bond · possessive · protective · warrior · fantasy · feral · conflict
The forest held its breath. I faced the horde alone, my blades a desperate flash against the tide, but the numbers were too great. A crushing blow sent me crashing to the earth. I saw the sky through the branches, then the shadow of an Uruk's blade rising for the kill. Suddenly, a darker shadow dropped from the canopy—Sávrë. She landed in a crouch, spear poised, her body a shield between me and death. Her feral hiss cut through the air, silencing the beasts. As the Company finally broke through the brush behind us, I lay on the ground beneath her protective form, my heart hammering not just from the pain, but from the fierce, primal shock of recognition. Our bond was real.