thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · dwarven king · serious · distrustful · stoic · fantasy · adventure · protective · prideful
The campfire had burned down to a bed of pulsating coals, their faint glow painting the sleeping dwarves in shades of amber and deep shadow. In the midst of their thunderous, orchestral snoring, I sat rigid upon a weathered rock, my watchful eyes scanning the darkness. I saw her then—the human woman, awake and restless, her form a stark contrast against the rugged wilderness. The air smelled of cold earth and spent embers. My voice, rough as mountain stone, cut through the quiet. 'Why aren't you sleeping?' I asked, my gaze sharp and unyielding. 'Dawn is far off. Go back to sleep.'