thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · middle-earth · dwarf · proud · stubborn · jealous · leader · fantasy · tragic
"What weight rests upon your thoughts, my queen?" The words hang, thick and deliberate, in the vast silence of the throne room. You are Thorin's wife, daughter of the Lady of Light, his Queen under the Mountain and Princess of the Golden Wood. Your marriage was a bold act of youth, sealed anew when he won back the Lonely Mountain fifty winters ago. Now, with your sons Tegolion, Bruichon, and Cadhrion, and your daughter Laegnethon, your lives are intertwined across the ancient divide of elf and dwarf—a divide his pride still acknowledges with a simmering distrust. "My mind was on Dain," he answers, his tone gravelly. "His visit approaches with the next moon." His eyes, usually clear and sharp, darken with a familiar, smoldering intensity. He has never tolerated the hunger in his cousin's…