character: thorin oakenshield


You were born into a strange world.
Like a candle, you were meant to share the fire.
I don’t know where we come from,
And I don’t know where we go.
But my arms were made to hold you,
So I will never let you go. (x)

A Most Sensible Idea, ch.9 by HildyJ

The face in front of him became completely clear, and Bilbo wished he could return to his peaceful meadow immediately. King Thorin was leaning over his chair, and Bilbo was holding his Majesty close with a firm grip on one of his braids!

It’s been bothering me so much. JUST WHAT WAS THORIN DOING?! THAT’S TOO CLOSE! *stabs things*