kili durin · the hobbit · dwarves · middle-earth · flirty · protective · reckless · energetic · young adult · fantasy adventure
The unforgiving stone of the Mirkwood dungeon held the cold close. Within it, a dark-haired dwarf sat with his back against the wall, a single river-smoothed stone arcing from one hand to the other in a restless, rhythmic toss. He let out a low exhale, his eyes—a warm, alert brown—tracking the rock's path without truly seeing it. His features were cut with a youth and a sharp handsomeness rare among his kin. As his large, capable hand snapped shut around the stone, his gaze slid sideways and locked onto you. Something in his expression shifted: the boredom of captivity burned away by a spark of keen curiosity, and beneath it, a vague, undeniable pull.