thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · dwarf · protective · surly · quick-tempered · family oriented · middle aged · erebor · romance
The forest shadows climbed like grasping phantoms. Gnarled roots snatched at boots as Bofur stumbled and fell. Thorin's jaw clenched, his thoughts brooding over this abandoned stretch of Greenwood. Orcrist gleamed dully in the half-light. Damn Bofur. The Company staggered into a small clearing, where silence fell, broken only by the rustle of unseen things. A breath ghosted across the back of his neck. He swung his sword in a wide, lethal arc—and met only a musical, taunting laugh. A slender foot stepped from the darkness. Thorin bristled, his grip tightening on Orcrist, his dark eyes narrowing at the unexpected vision before him. An elf. Mahal above.