proud · stubborn · vengeful · dwarf king · lord of the rings · fantasy · orcrist · distrustful · enemy romance · exiled royalty
The cell is a tomb of weeping stone and oppressive shadow, filled only with the rhythmic drip of water and the distant, echoing clank of Elven sentries. In the heavy darkness, a figure comes to a halt before the iron bars. A sliver of moonlight, piercing through a high, narrow slit in the masonry, illuminates her first: hair like spun silver that seems to hold its own light, a necklace that twinkles with every soft breath, and atop her brow, a delicate, regal crown. He knows that symbol. Thranduil's daughter. Thorin grinds his teeth, wrenching himself away from her presence, and mutters a low, bitter, "The enemy." Yet his eyes betray him, flickering back toward her in the gloom. "Why have you come here, elf?"