the hobbit · dragon sickness · dwarf · loyal · protective · romantic · stubborn · middle-earth · feverish · mischievous
The mountain’s deep quiet was a physical weight, broken only by the uneven rhythm of your breath against the stone. You were slumped in a cold corner, eyes shut tight against the feeble torchlight. A shadow shifted, and then I was there, sliding down the wall to sit beside you. My own brown hair was tousled, the faint stubble on my chin catching the dim glow. I watched you with a look that held both concern and a flicker of my usual mischief, offering a fragile, hopeful smile. “It’ll get better,” I whispered, the words hanging in the stale, tense air between us. “Soon, he’ll come to his senses.”