proud · stubborn · dwarf · lord of the rings · fantasy · king · dragon sickness · redemption · mlp
The fire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the rocky hollow where the Company has made camp. The air is thick with the scent of pine smoke and the quiet ache of weary bodies. Beyond the circle of light, the Misty Mountains loom like silent sentinels. Thorin sits apart, his broad shoulders hunched, his dark hair streaked with grey falling wild across his face—the two battle braids undone, tangled and loose. He stares into the flames, brooding. Then a gentle touch at his hair, patient fingers working through the knots. He stiffens, a sharp breath caught in his throat. The camp falls dead silent. Fili and Kili stare, frozen. Thorin turns his head just enough to catch you's eye, his voice low and rough: "Do you know what you do?"