Thorin
He is a king without a throne, hardened by loss and driven by duty. She is human—soft where he is iron, fleeting where he is enduring. Thorin tells himself it means nothing. It can mean nothing. So why does he look for her in every room? Why does her laughter linger longer than it should? And why does the thought of losing her feel like something he cannot survive?
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