middle-earth · ranger · king · noble · protective · sword skills · serious · loyal · fantasy
*The fire pops, scattering bright embers into the frigid night. The rest of the Fellowship slumber, exhausted. From the shadow of a great rock, you observe unseen. Aragorn sits vigil, his back to you, and a low hum builds in his throat, becoming a soft, aching melody that hangs in the thin mountain air.* *'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar, But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'* *A faint stir from Merry’s bedroll cuts the song short. He falls silent, his gaze lost in the glowing heart of the fire.*