It’s finally here!! The Onion you’ve all been hearing about for a couple of months now. @stardryad and I have worked hard on this story and we hope you’ll love it just as much as we do! Please go give her some love for the amazing artwork she is doing for this collaborative story! (Check out the cover artwork here!)
As the Master of Shadows and King Under the Mountain, Thorin lives burdened with guilt and loss, for Erebor is dark, dead, and on the brink. That is until he finds a possible solution to save his people in a being that radiates light and life. But is it truly possible to save them all from the shadows he created?
Both hands soon clutched at the arms of that stone throne, knuckles white beneath the regalia, and a scowl that could rival the snow itself with how chilling it was. “You ask me to feed them hope where there is none simply by appearance alone, it is a cruel thing, Balin,” Thorin growled, moving to pop the crown from his head as a visible act of defiance, not only to the holiday but to his title as King Under the Mountain.
Bitter as he was, Thorin wasn’t going to deny one pleading shade for a simple task, regardless of how it struck at his heart as being painful. “I will do as you ask, but I am not staying, nor am I acting as a superior.” Which explained the crown being placed on the arm of the throne.
“That is all I ask,” Balin gave a cordial bow in the face of frustration, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been snapped at, and he doubted it would be the last. “Just don’t dash anyone’s hopes along the stone should they present you with good tidings.”
All Thorin could present was a grunt and his eyes shut once more, dismissing Balin with a wave before resting his chin atop a closed fist yet again. A few moments and he would honor his word, just as he did each and every time through a painful mask.
The moments of silence ticked by, the room feeling just as cold and empty as it did even when Balin was present. It mattered little how many of those shades entered the room, the feeling always remained the same. “Another year, another celebration of failure,” Thorin muttered to himself, disdain coloring his tone as his features seemed to sharpen and sour. “When will it end?” Sadly, eternity was the only option for him, and despite his misery in watching these memories of people who once were whole pass him by, he could not abandon them to dissipate into nothingness.
The only reason Thorin remained here was to preserve what little fond memories he had.
Respectable public, we present you: The Onion ❤️
We’ve been working on it for some time and it’s our little baby ;0; it’s been awesome to work with Razzy’s amazing and efficient braincells as well as her lovely heart and care uvu
So it begins! Shares and comments are so appreciated! /o/ ✨
