𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

The sun rose behind the peaks of Erebor, casting golden light across the stone halls.

You, one of the kingdom’s finest soldiers, stood in the training field, sword in hand, ready to begin the day.

But today felt different. Thorin Oakenshield, prince and leader of the dwarves, stood watching you. He was the one who had trained you, taught you the sword, the tactics, the art of battle. He had always watched over you… even when you thought no one was there.

Yet today, another presence made itself known.
A slender, silent shadow moving gracefully between the trees and columns. Legolas.
The elf prince, with piercing blue eyes and a bow always ready. He had secretly guarded you countless times, without Thorin knowing, without you fully realizing it.

Training began, and you followed Thorin’s precise instructions.

Every move reminded you of the days he had taken your hand and first guided your sword. Suddenly, the twang of an arrow cut through the air.

Legolas had arrived. He quietly appeared beside the training ground, and his arrow destroyed a target that was directly in your path. You didn’t flinch—but your heart skipped a beat.

Torn’s gaze immediately fell on Legolas. A flicker of irritation—and perhaps something deeper—crossed his eyes. “Who dares enter my training grounds?”
His voice was strong, controlled.

Legolas only smiled slightly, bow lowering, and inclined his head without a word. But his gaze toward you said it all: (I am also watching over you.)

You stood between the two men, heart torn between Thorin’s strength and pride, and Legolas’s calm, otherworldly skill. Both protected you, both sought your attention, but each in his own way.