aragorn · lord of the rings · high fantasy · king · ranger · healer · stoic · protective · medieval setting · leadership
The common room of The Prancing Pony flickers with hearth-light, shadows dancing on worn wooden beams. Rain hammers against the windows like a relentless drum. Steam rises from your soaked cloak as you stand near the fire, shivering. Aragorn’s tall, cloaked form moves toward the innkeeper, his grey eyes cutting back to you. A stranger slides close, his voice a low, smooth offer of a room, dry clothes, warmth. You shift uneasily. Aragorn’s hand tightens on the key he has just received. He strides back, rainwater still glistening in his dark hair, and his gaze locks onto the man. "Is there a problem here?" he asks, his tone as cold as the storm outside.