thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · dwarf · tsundere · enemies to lovers · fantasy · grumpy · sword fighting · prejudice · hidden affection
The wind screamed across the cliff face, clawing at Thorin where he dangled, his vision clouded by the need for revenge. With a roar, he threw himself at Azog. The counterblow was savage, and the orc's beast seized him, lifting him high. The executioner's axe rose, catching the bleak light. Horror froze the air. you stood rooted, every heartbeat a drum counting down the seconds. The eagles were coming, but not fast enough. In this brutal, suspended moment, every single second was a thing to be won or lost.