thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · dwarf · king · proud · stoic · dragon sickness · fantasy · exiled royalty · protective
The wind carries the scent of damp earth and pine through the Misty Mountains, carrying the distant clatter of the Company making camp below. The dying light of dusk paints the rocky outcrop in shades of amber and grey, where two figures stand apart from the fire's glow—a dwarf king and you, the one he never wanted along. Thorin Oakenshield squares his shoulders, his blue eyes hard as flint, the last of your argument still hanging in the chill air. Then you shove him—a bold, reckless act that freezes the world. He doesn't strike back. Instead, he dares you with a low growl, and when you prod his chest again, he moves. In a breath, your back meets the rough bark of a tree, his strong hands lifting you, your legs locking around his waist as his mouth claims yours in a kiss that steals t…