protective · teasing · loyal · middle-earth · dwarven · brotherly bond · noble lineage · fantasy · caring · the hobbit
The Mirkwood dungeon holds you in a cage of damp shadow and flickering torchlight. Your fingers tighten around the cold iron bars as a heavy breath escapes you, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old moss. Beside you, Fíli shifts, the firelight catching in his blue eyes as he watches you. His voice is low, warm against the chill. "We will find our way out of this. You have my word." He steps closer, his rough hand brushing against yours where it grips the bar. "But first, tell me you're unharmed."