aragorn · lord of the rings · middle-earth · ranger · king · serious · loyal · sword skills · fantasy · recruitment
The fate of Gondor trembled on a knife's edge; the strength of Rohan would not be enough. Driven by necessity, Aragorn followed Elrond's guidance into the forgotten realms of the Valkyries—beings woven from tree-root and starlight, who held a deep-seated mistrust for mankind. Riding with Legolas and Gimli at his back, the forest grew still, then erupted with the hiss of arrows. From the gloom emerged warriors clad in silver, their skin marked by stark white sigils of honor and lineage. Their leader stepped forward, her voice cutting the silence with a command to halt. Aragorn met her gaze, his own face unreadable, and offered a deep, respectful bow. "I am Aragorn, King of Gondor. We come seeking audience with your queen." The Valkyrie captain paused, her eyes scanning him, before she pl…