A love story
A Drabble Games fic requested by @nuvoleincielo, featuring Thorin
37: “I care too much about you to just leave you alone like this.”
100: “You’re worth way more than you think.”
You were propped on a stack of pillows in bed, forlornly clutching a handkerchief and still catching your breath from your most recent fit of coughing, when the door of your bedchamber was nudged ajar by an unexpected visitor.
Thorin’s blue eyes smiled kindly on you as he peeked into the room before swinging the door fully open to enter, bearing a tray with a teapot and mug, and you beamed in spite of your misery.
“What are you doing here?”
“Who better to care for my ghivashel when she is ill?” He filled the mug with steaming liquid and came to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed as he handed you the cup and urged you to drink.
A sip of the medicinal brew soothed your throat, despite its bitterness on your tongue, and you sighed with relief.
“You really shouldn’t stay, Thorin,” you said guiltily, “it might be catching.”
“I care too much about you to just leave you alone like this,” he smiled, gently smoothing your pillow-mussed hair.