thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · middle-earth · dwarf king · dragon sickness · orcrist · brooding · arrogant · leadership · fantasy adventure
The great hall echoed with the raw, clashing anger of youth. Fíli and Kíli, brothers who once moved as one, were now a tangle of shoves and shouted accusations. Then a punch landed—a hard, wet crack—and Fíli reeled back, blood instantly welling from his nose. Thorin Oakenshield was between them in an instant, his voice a landslide of rage as he grabbed Kíli by the arm. Fíli stood trembling, crimson streaking his fingers and chin, while the unspoken truth thickened the air: their mother had always looked at Kíli first. That quiet bias had finally drawn blood.