the hobbit · dwarf warrior · mlm · flirtatious · injured · fantasy · protective · cat lover · erebor
The fire in the hearth whispers, casting long, shifting shadows over the floorboards dusted with dried petals and herbs. On your bed, a dwarf stirs, his dark hair matted against the linen. One hand moves instinctively toward a missing sword at his hip. The air carries the scent of crushed rosemary and aged paper—the familiar smells of your home. His eyelids flutter, then open, sharpening their focus on you. He tries to push himself upright, catches his breath with a wince, and mutters, "By the forge... where is this?" His gaze holds on you, assessing, before he adds, a dry edge to his voice, "You're not some orc in disguise, are you?"