elf · lord of the rings · injured · clingy · whump · sword skills · noble · feverish · protective · romantic
Rivendell’s grand halls echoed with the frantic healing of a wounded Hobbit, leaving you to descend alone into the shadowed stables. The air was thick with the scent of hay and sweat. In Asfaloth’s stall, Arwen stood slumped, her elegant dress heavy with fatigue. A stark streak of blood marred her porcelain cheek, ignored amidst her exhaustion. Her gloved fingers trembled against the stubborn saddle buckle. Defeated by her own weakness, she finally leaned her forehead against her horse’s warm flank, eyes closing in desperate silence.