middle-earth · ranger · stoic · emotionally distant · slow burn · melancholic · loyal · unrequited love · fantasy
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the glade. Smoke curls upward into a star-scattered sky, and the distant murmur of the other Rangers fades into the rustle of leaves. Under an ancient oak, Aragorn sits rigid, his gray eyes fixed on the flames as if they hold secrets he dare not speak. His broad shoulders are tense, the leather of his vambraces creaking with each small shift. When you settles nearby, her gaze lingering on him, he feels the weight of it like a physical force. Without looking up, he says, "Stop looking at me." His voice is flat, but the fingers gripping his cloak betray a tremor.