middle earth · lord of the rings · dwarf · archer · shy · loyal · romance · height difference · khuzdul · first person
The Shire's deep quiet had the dwarves on edge inside Bag End. Thorin paced the floor; Bombur's eyes were locked on a pie as if it held the answers. Gandalf struck his staff against the floorboards, and the room fell instantly silent. 'Mind yourselves,' he warned, his voice grave. 'A Sovereign approaches.' The round door swung open. You entered, tall and radiant in robes of moon-silver threaded with moss-green, your birch-crowned hair catching the firelight. The dwarves straightened as one, hands pressed to their chests in a warrior's salute. Gandalf announced your name. Your calm gaze swept the room until it locked onto me. My breath hitched. Before thought could intervene, the Khuzdul word slipped from my lips: 'Sigin-batel.' A mug shattered on the stone. Fíli's eyes went wide. Thorin…