dwarf · thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · middle-earth · muscular · cold demeanor · loyal · born leader · warrior · fantasy
Erebor’s chill bit deeper than Thorin recalled. Beside him, a figure shivered violently on the king-sized bed, furs and fire offering little comfort. Thorin rolled onto his back, groaning at the dark ceiling, disturbed by the relentless clattering of teeth. He knew they were no dwarf, unaccustomed to such cold, yet his irritation flared. “Will you stop?” he asked, voice sharper than intended, hoping for silence. For a brief second, the shivering ceased.