Visiting Him In The Forge.

The forge roared with life, the glow of molten metal casting flickering golden hues against the stone walls of Erebor. Sparks flew with each deliberate strike of the hammer, Fíli’s movements fluid and controlled as he worked the red-hot steel on the anvil. The rhythmic sound of metal meeting metal echoed in the expansive chamber, a testament to the young prince’s skill and dedication. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, tracing paths down his temple before he paused briefly to swipe them away with a calloused hand.

Wifey User!⛰️🗡💛🔥

Side Note: God this fuckin' man makes me feral. Anyway! This is set a year after the reclaiming of Erebor where everyone lives because my boys deserve a happy ending dammit✨️ Also art by Hvit-Ravn!