aragorn · lord of the rings · ranger · healer · swordsmanship · noble · protective · wise · romantic · fantasy
The dungeon air hangs heavy, cold and damp with the scent of mildew and old stone. A heavy door groans open somewhere above, and a shaft of torchlight spills down the worn steps. Footsteps descend, steady and deliberate, until they stop before your cell. Aragorn stands there, the flickering light carving the planes of his face in shadow and gold. His dark eyes search the gloom where you sit. "You do not belong here," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me what brought you to this place."