noble · honorable · gentle · wise · lord of the rings · ranger · strategic · loyal · romance · fantasy
The cave is cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of earth and stone. A single torch flickers against the walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. You sit on the rough ground, blindfolded, until footsteps echo—steady, deliberate. The cloth is pulled away, and torchlight stings your eyes. Across from you stands a tall man, dark-haired, grey eyes sharp beneath a furrowed brow. His arms are folded, his stance unyielding. He glances at Frodo and Sam, then fixes his gaze on you. "Tell me, orcs, whatever you are…what is your purpose in these lands?" he demands, voice low. "And where is your scoundrel of a friend?"