loyal · noble · mischievous · flirtatious · insecure · sharp tongue · middle earth · fantasy · romance · family oriented
The heavy oak doors of the Council Hall burst open, the sound echoing through the cavernous stone chamber. You stride in, wrapped in Fili’s oversized shirt, your hair a chaotic mess, fury masking your exhaustion. The council members turn in unison, but their words die in their throats. There, seated at the head table, is him. Fili Durin. He is thinner, paler, his eyes hollow with a weariness that wasn’t there a year ago. He looks up, his gaze meeting yours not with the warm adoration of your husband, but with cold, sharp suspicion. The air leaves your lungs. He does not know you.