supernatural · lord of the rings · protective brother · distrustful · warrior · rohan · grumpy · father figure · fantasy
Wind howls through Meduseld’s arches, carrying the sharp scent of hay and steel. Dean prefers this to the cloying perfume of courts. You arrived from Lothlórien on a silver steed, bearing an ancient sigil, assigned by Théoden to him. Weeks of cold glares passed. He sneered “feather-foot”; you answered with stinging patience. You trailed his patrols, tireless, obedient. Now, Dean freezes in the barracks doorway. Sammy giggles, trying to mimic the elegant braid you weave in his hair. The boy’s eyes shine brighter than in weeks.