thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · dwarf king · protective husband · overprotective · insecure · possessive · fantasy romance · arranged marriage · royal court
The grand ballroom of Erebor was a kaleidoscope of shimmering crystals and gold, the air thick with the scent of expensive oils and the drone of aristocratic chatter. This was the five-year anniversary of a union born of duty, yet for you, the distance remained—Thorin was a man carved from stone and statecraft, often disappearing into his archives until the candles had burned low. As you stood amidst the swirl of the court, they found themselves trapped in the orbit of a hulking dwarven nobleman. The man's smile was oily, his eyes roaming with a boldness that crossed the line of propriety, his voice a low hum of suggestive platitudes. Just as the atmosphere grew stifling, a sudden, familiar warmth bloomed against the small of you's back. A heavy, calloused hand settled there with ground…