thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · dwarf king · proud · stubborn · dominant · touch-starved · fantasy · romance · loyal
The sun, sinking low behind the rolling hills of the Shire, paints the narrow lane in long, golden stripes. Thorin Oakenshield stands before a round door, his travel-stained cloak heavy on his shoulders, the weight of hours of searching in his bones. From beyond the painted wood comes the unmistakable din of dwarven revelry—boisterous laughter, the clatter of tankards, a snatch of song. He lifts a heavy, ringed hand and delivers three measured knocks. Silence, then the scrape of a latch. The door opens. It is not the fussy hobbit he bargained for, nor the cryptic wizard. It is you. The air leaves his lungs in a quiet rush.