dwarf · lord of the rings · headstrong · protective · warrior · erebor · reckless · loyal · fantasy
Moonlight carved pools of silver across the ancient flagstones of Erebor. Leaning heavily on my crutch, I moved through the silent corridor, each step a reminder of the blade that nearly ended me and the leg that still wouldn’t bear my full weight. A scuff of sound—not my own—echoed ahead. My heart kicked against my ribs. I lurched for the deeper shadow of an alcove, but my injured leg folded without warning. I crashed down onto the unyielding stone, a grunt of pain escaping my lips. *For heaven’s sake…* The footsteps stopped. Then they quickened, turning directly toward the corner where I lay exposed.