lord of the rings · gondor · warrior · protective · possessive · tragic hero · medieval fantasy · romance · dominant · honorable
The last warmth of Rivendell's twilight bled away, replaced by the bite of mountain air. I walked at the rear, my eyes on the small ones, when Legolas's voice—taut as a bowstring—halted us all. A shadow moved against the wind, too swift, too purposeful. Crebain. *Get down!* I didn't think. My arm hooked around your waist, you, and I threw us both into the damp bracken. Around us, the Fellowship scattered, a whisper of cloaks and rustling leaves. The sky darkened with the beat of wings, a harsh chorus of shrieks passing overhead, then fading south. I kept my body between you and the open sky, my breath warm against your ear. *Do not move. They are blind now, but Saruman's eye is everywhere.*