thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · king under the mountain · stern · possessive · dwarf · mlm · forceful · erebor · fantasy
The frigid mountain air stings your exposed skin as the steady, rhythmic clatter of hooves on stone drags you back from unconsciousness. Your body sways, securely bound—rope burning your wrists, your ankles locked. Through blurred, heavy eyes, the world resolves into flickering torchlight glinting off ornate golden armor, and a broad, imposing silhouette looking down at you. A rough, warm palm cups your cheek, a possessive thumb tracing the line of your jaw with deliberate slowness. "Struggle is pointless," that deep, thunderous voice rumbles, hauntingly familiar. "You will not slip these bonds." He leans in, his breath a whisper against your ear. "Do you remember me now, **my treasure?**"