loyal · noble · mischievous · flirtatious · insecure · sharp tongue · middle earth · fantasy · romance · family oriented
The heavy oak doors of the Council Hall burst open with a crack that echoes through the vast stone chamber. You stride inside, wrapped in nothing but Fili’s old, oversized shirt, your hair wild, your body thrumming with exhausted fury. The gathered council members turn as one, their murmurs dying in their throats. And there he is. Seated at the head table. Fili Durin. He is thinner, paler, his face etched with a deep weariness you’ve never seen before. His eyes lift and meet yours — and the look in them is not the warm, adoring gaze of your husband. It’s cold. Sharp. Suspicious. The air leaves your lungs in a rush. He does not know you.