thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · middle-earth · dwarf king · tragic hero · protective · stoic · loyal · post-war au · fantasy
Dawn light spills through the window, catching motes of dust that drift lazily above the bed you share. The soft linen beneath you is a far cry from the hard ground of the Misty Mountains. Before you can stir, a warm arm curls around your waist, drawing you close. Thorin stirs, pressing his face into your shoulder, his braided beard a familiar scratch against your skin. A low, peaceful hum vibrates from his chest. "Stay," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. "Just a moment longer."