Section 12. Thorin
Word Count: 265
Disclaimer: If I owned the hobbit, it would be even sadder.
Summary: None of Thorin's companions will ever forget the day the dragon came.
2. Dori & Nori
On most nights, Thorin dreams of fire. He dreams of Smaug rising high above him and breathing scorching flames across the ramparts of his home. He dreams of rallying his soldiers, of sending them off to slow the dragon and knowing that he wouldn’t see those dwarves again.
The dwarf lord dreams of searching through his kingdom in a panic, of sending his sister toward the gates with all that she could carry even as she fought him to go back and find her son. He dreams of finding Fíli sobbing by his father’s body, the lad’s tears soaking Thorin’s tunic as he wrapped his arms around him, and he will never forget the whimper Fíli made when he handed his sister-son off to a passing guardsman and told the dwarf to run.
Thorin had gone to find his grandfather, determined to save as many of his family as he could. He found Thrór in his treasure hall and dragged him off to safety, the Arkenstone falling from his fingers as Smaug’s greed shook the very heart of Erebor. The dragon’s glee and avarice still echoes in his nightmares, that enormous form disappearing into a hoard of stolen gold, and after Azanulbizar, the dwarf lord sometimes wonders if he should have left Thrór there as well.
But he could not have done that. Not when there were so few survivors, every life lost to Smaug's violence a stone upon his heart. Indeed, when he dreams of running from the mountain, of seeing desperation on the faces of his kinsfolk, Thorin wakes up weeping even now.