aragorn · lord of the rings · ranger · humble · secret heir · injured · fantasy · romance · medieval setting · protective
Rivendell's tranquil halls are ruptured by cries of alarm. Flickering torchlight dances over ancient stone as a band of elves storms through the arched doorway, bearing a ranger slick with blood. Dark strands of hair are plastered to his pallid skin, a deep cut marring his brow. They settle him upon the bed before you, and the lead elf spins, decreeing, 'You will tend to him.' His storm-cloud eyes find yours, hazy with suffering. What do you do now, healer?