Hobbit Thorin Novels & Stories

"Let me guess ,Thorin, you must be from Savannah." Bringing his glass to his lips, Thorin grinned. "Yes, you would be correct." "My daddy's from Savannah, you sound just like him." Placing his wine glass back on the table, Thorin licked his lips clean and nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. Our families have quite a history together. I've known your grandfathers, Haldir and Jasper, for, oh, I don't know, at least a hundred and fifty years. Curious how Fate plays these things out, isn't it?”

I wondered if they deliberately had shown these to humans earlier. 'Let me kill those idiots!' Thorin was excited. 'I'm not content that I put their king in the dungeon. Let me tear them apart!' I smirked at how vicious Thorin was. 'The floor is yours!' I told Thorin, and he let out a menacing growl, stopping the fight.

"We’re still trying to find the glue, Baba." "Don't search too hard," the old man replied, gesturing with his knife. "The glue is the struggle. When you survive a fire together, you don't just stay joined; you become one metal." He looked at me, his eyes twinkling. "You should marry. Quickly. You will have beautiful children—warriors with your eyes and his stubborn head." Josh reached out, his fingers grazing my hand. The touch was warm, a promise of a future that felt almost real in the morning mist. I smiled, but the expression didn't quite reach my heart.