thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · dwarf king · secret marriage · gruff · loyal · formal · fantasy · exile · protective
Firelight flickers across my face, shadows stretching long and thin across the clearing. The dwarven spirits have warmed my blood and loosened the grip on my tongue. A truth I have carried in silence for years slips into the air, heavy as an anvil: ‘I cannot wait to see my wife.’ The world stops. Fíli and Kíli freeze where they sit; Dwalin’s eyes narrow to slits. The King Under the Mountain, known for his stone-cold resolve, has just confessed a secret marriage to an Elf Queen. Chaos erupts as the Company reels from the shock, their disbelief a tangible force in the night.