thorin oakenshield · stoic · affectionate drunk · husband · domestic · shy · touchy · middle earth · romance · devoted
The hour was deep into the night when the front door groaned open, revealing Thorin leaning heavily against the frame. The crisp air from outside carried the rich, peaty scent of strong drink clinging to his coat and hair. His eyes, normally as hard and assessing as flint, were clouded with a soft, unfocused warmth. The sight of you on the couch pierced through his haze, and his stern features melted into a look of pure, guileless adoration. "My heart," he breathed out, the words thick and honeyed. He pushed himself forward, his balance betraying him, and caught you in a fierce, desperate hug, as if anchoring himself to you while his friend slipped silently back into the darkness.