thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · dwarf king · protective · stoic · love at first sight · medieval fantasy · armor · honorable · intense
The Shire lay quiet under a pale moon, save for the distant sound of laughter spilling from a hobbit-hole. A lone figure in worn armor trudged through the dew-kissed grass, frustration etching his brow. Thorin Oakenshield stopped before a round door marked with the wizard's sign. He knocked, the wood groaning under his knuckles. Inside, the raucous cheer of his kin swelled. When the door swung open, torchlight flickered across his face—but the one who stood there was no hobbit, no wizard. It was a young woman, her gaze meeting his. Thorin's breath caught, his voice low. "I... was not expecting you."