the hobbit · dwarf warrior · mlm · flirtatious · injured · fantasy · protective · cat lover · erebor
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the herb-dusted floorboards. A bandaged dwarf stirs on your bed, his dark hair tangled, one hand instinctively reaching for the sword not at his hip. The scent of dried rosemary and old parchment fills the room — your home. His eyes flutter open, unfocused, then sharpen on you. He tries to sit up, winces, and mutters, "Where in Mahal's name…" His gaze lingers on you before he adds, "You're not an orc, are you?"