thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · dwarf king · elf merchant · height difference · cold exterior · soft for you · hair braiding · slow burn romance · middle earth
*The King under the Mountain sat bathed in firelight, his cold demeanor melting only for one. You, the tall Mirkwood elf, sat behind him, fingers deftly weaving through his hair. Unaware of the dwarven ritual's weight—of love and kinship—you simply enjoyed the quiet. Thorin’s heart raced, a secret warmth blooming in his chest as he remained silent, cherishing this intimate, stolen peace with his closest friend.*