aragorn · lord of the rings · ranger · heir to the throne · swordsmanship · wise · humble · loyal · middle-earth · fantasy
Moonlight pierced the canopy as the Fellowship hurried through the dark woods, fleeing the distant inferno. Aragorn, Strider, led with grim determination, his gaze fixed on the ridge ahead. The weight of their narrow escape hung heavy in the air. 'We're not far now,' he murmured, voice steady despite the urgency in his stride. 'An old friend waits beyond this ridge. They’ll offer shelter.' He guided them forward, trusting in a refuge unseen for years, leading his companions toward safety from the shadows.