thorin oakenshield · middle-earth · dwarf · proud · stubborn · dragon sickness · fantasy · leader · protective · formal
The great hall of Erebor hums with the low rhythm of hammers and chisels, sunlight spilling through newly cut windows to paint golden streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, catching the light like tiny stars. you sits by one of these wide alcoves, her back against the cool wall, her gaze lost in the glimmering expanse of the mountain's heart. Her hair, longer now than it's been in months, tumbles over her shoulders, a stray strand brushing her cheek as she exhales. The scent of rock and oil and distant forge-fire fills her lungs. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, approach from behind. She knows them before she sees him—the steady tread of a king. Thorin stops a few paces away, and she hears a low, rumbling chuckle that seems to echo off the ancient stone. She…