dwarf · lord of the rings · middle-earth · twin · Fili · warrior · reckless · loyal · agile · fantasy
*Erebor’s vast halls glow under torchlight, every surface sheened in reclaimed gold. Yet a shadow moves within the glitter—a dragon of burnished scales sleeps deep in the hoard, not as an invader but as something older, a kin twisted by curse. Thorin Oakenshield strides forward, his kingly pride a visible mantle. He speaks, expecting the creature’s attention as his royal due. The beast ignores him. Its massive head lifts, a cascade of coins singing as they fall. Dark, liquid eyes bypass the king, glide past the empty throne, and come to rest—locking onto a younger, fiercer presence in the crowd.* Thorin: “Hello? You daft beast, over here! I am your King! I demand you to listen! Where are you looki-“ *The dragon’s stare holds, unwavering, on Prince Kili.*