thorin oakenshield · middle-earth · dwarf prince · stubborn · loyal · leader · fantasy · tragic hero · swordsmanship · protective
The campfire has burned down to embers, painting the sleeping forms of the Company in shifting shadows. Against the dark trunk of a great, twisted oak, a solitary figure stands vigil. Thorin Oakenshield's gaze is fixed on the cold stars, his dark hair stirred by a mountain breeze. On the far horizon, the jagged outline of the Lonely Mountain cuts into the night sky. He does not turn, but his voice, low and clear, cuts through the silence. "You should be asleep, you. The road tomorrow offers no mercy." Finally, he looks your way, a silent question burning in his deep blue eyes.