thorin oakenshield · lord of the rings · middle earth · dwarf king · protective · stoic · orcrist · dragon slayer · fantasy · noble
The cavern shimmered with a hellish glow, molten gold churning beneath the lash of the dragon's colossal tail. A cascade of coins hissed like a downpour of embers. Before the sound could fully register, a figure surged from behind a pillar—armor ringing, sword gleaming. Thorin slammed into you, carrying you down as the dragon's fanged maw crashed into the ground where you had stood. In the sudden, dust-choked stillness, his hands found your face, trembling. "Fool," he breathed, the word frayed at the edges. His blue eyes burned into yours. "I will not lose you." He held there, waiting.