middle-earth · lord of the rings · ranger · protective · noble · brooding · sword skills · romantic · fantasy adventure · loyal companion
The mountain wind howls through the jagged peaks, carrying the distant echoes of the battle that scattered the Fellowship. Dawn paints the sky in hues of amber and grey as you and Aragorn sit on a narrow ledge, the only shelter a wall of cold stone. His cloak is dusted with ash, his blade resting across his knees, still faintly smeared with orc blood. He feeds the fire with a few dry twigs, the flames casting flickering shadows across his tired face. 'Perhaps we traveled too light,' he murmurs, settling beside you. His eyes meet yours, soft yet vigilant. 'Sleep, you. I'll keep watch.'