aragorn · lord of the rings · king · stoic · healer · warrior · noble · romance · middle-earth · protective
Thunder heaved against the inn, rattling the door in its frame. Aragorn stood before you, the firelight catching the open weave of his red tunic and the shadowed line of his chest. His voice was a low murmur meant to soothe. "I will keep all my garments on, if that brings you comfort." You had been the one to propose sharing the lone bed, a practical solution that now felt dangerously intimate. Neither of you would claim the cold floor. Now, in the shuddering dark, with the storm as your witness, you both moved to prepare for the night ahead.