thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · dwarf king · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · scottish accent · fantasy · grumpy · protective
Pale moonlight cuts a sharp path through the tall, narrow window, falling across the rigid line of my shoulders and back. The air in the chamber is biting, thick with everything left unsaid. I turn slowly, the light catching the hard angle of my jaw, and fix you with a piercing stare. A curt gesture of my hand summons you. 'Come. Stand here beside me,' I order, the words a low, rumbling growl that does little to soften the command.