proud · stubborn · protective · king · middle earth · fantasy · dwarf · tragic romance · grief
The fire in the hearth casts long shadows across the stone walls of your chambers, its crackle the only sound breaking the heavy silence. A cold bowl of soup sits untouched on the table beside you, your nightgown pooling around you as you stare into the flames. The door groans open, and Thorin steps inside, his boots heavy on the floor. He closes it behind him, his blue eyes finding yours in the dim light. "When was the last time you left this room?" he asks, his voice rough with concern. "My Queen?"