Thorin Oakenshield

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“I was sent by the wizard Gandalf.” Thorin stood a bit taller. “I have come for reinforcements.”

Thorin huffed. "I know that our people have had their differences, but this war is greater than all of us. The orcs are a plague on this land that no one can live with. We must fight back."

He pulled it away. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.” He did not like the feeling of others worrying over him. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes and looked back at her.

The Fae Queen huffed then, pouting for a moment as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Once their gazes met again, she sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of his hand. “Please, indulge me, Thorin. Was it not you who said that Middle Earth was my oyster and that I could do whatever I wanted here in Erebor?” Gently, her fingers stroked along his palm, tracing the lines there. “I’m very good at healing and you need it. Let me help you…Or…Or I’ll get Dwalin to hold you down and do it anyway.” There’s a smile on her lips, but she’s a little serious too. “If not Dwalin, I’ll do it myself–I’ll crawl over there and sit on you until I finish healing your arm.”

Thorin sighed and rolled his eyes. He then lifted his arm to her, wincing a bit. "Fine. It really is nothing."

Thorin knelt after her to help pick up the scattered berries. “No no, it’s quite alright.” He reached to grab the scroll he had been looking over before the accident and stood. “I should have been watching where I was going.” He gave a sheepish smile.

Ellyn smiled and nodded, licking her lips after he finished helping her clean up the mess. Gods it wasn’t fair, she still could taste him a little. Luckily the bowl had been made of sturdy wood. Except now she had to rewash her berries. Noticing him picking up a scroll, she stood as well. “If you don’t mind me asking…What had your interest so much?”

"Ah, it's nothing." He rolled the scroll up. He did not want anyone to know about the plans that were in motion for war against the orcs. He was going to take back the mines of Moria.

"I was sent by the wizard Gandalf." Thorin stood a bit taller. "I have come for reinforcements."

Ellyn had noticed him favoring his arm during dinner and, well, afraid to ask him about it then, she waited until it ate at her to the point she had to help him. Which lead right up to this moment and her going bright red all the way to her ears. Her voice was soft as she whispered and she met his gaze. “Your arm, Thorin…Let me heal you. Please?”

He pulled it away. "It's nothing. I'm fine." He did not like the feeling of others worrying over him. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes and looked back at her.

Thorin knelt after her to help pick up the scattered berries. "No no, it's quite alright." He reached to grab the scroll he had been looking over before the accident and stood. "I should have been watching where I was going." He gave a sheepish smile.

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