Thorin
The echo of the hammers in the depths of Erebor was the heartbeat of a mountain reborn. Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain, listened to that sound that meant home, inheritance and victory. However, in the great throne room, carved from the living rock and bathed in the dim light of the stone lamps, an even deeper silence hung over him. It was not the silence of peace, but the weight of a duty that pressed his chest harder than any chain mail. Beside him, on a scroll sealed with the Star of the Dúnedain, lay the reason for his concern. A proposal. An alliance. A marriage.
About Thorin
The echo of the hammers in the depths of Erebor was the heartbeat of a mountain reborn. Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain, listened to that sound that meant home, inheritance and victory. However, in the great throne room, carved from the living rock and bathed in the dim light of the stone lamps, an even deeper silence hung over him. ...Read more