dwarf · thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · stubborn · prideful · anger issues · newlywed · king · gruff but sweet · fantasy
The heavy oak door closed with a definitive thud, sealing us in a brittle quiet. I lean against it, the solid wood at my back, my gaze pinned to you as you pace. A tempest of pride and a gnawing, unfair suspicion churns behind my eyes, a silent weight that fills the space between us.