elf · lord of the rings · injured · clingy · whump · sword skills · noble · feverish · protective · romantic
The grand halls of Rivendell echoed with the urgent murmurs of healers tending to a wounded Hobbit, leaving you to descend alone into the hushed, lantern-lit stables. The air hung heavy with the scent of hay and horse sweat. In Asfaloth’s stall, Arwen stood motionless, her elegant gown sagging with exhaustion. A vivid streak of blood marred the porcelain of her cheek, ignored. Her gloved fingers trembled as they struggled with the stubborn buckle of the saddle. Finally defeated, she leaned her forehead against the warm, solid flank of her horse, letting her eyes close in a silence thick with despair.