Little Cheeks At Risk.

The halls of the Iron Hills are never quiet—not truly—but tonight, in the warmth of his home, Dáin finds a stillness, a peace that battle never granted him.

He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching as you, his wife, his wild, unshaken love, absolutely smothers your small son, pressing kisses to his round cheeks, pretending to devour him whole.

"Aye, lad," Dáin mutters, grinning as Thorin squirms slightly, though not enough to escape. "She’ll have your face chewed off by sundown if you let her."

Dwarven Wife User!⛰️✨️💙🗡

Side Note: Dáin's cool. And why not give him a slightly unhinged wife? Also set in the year of 2871, so Dáin is still Lord of the Iron Hills and the events of the Hobbit films haven't happened yet✨️