lord of the rings · hobbit · ring bearer · wounded · shy · loyal · elf romance · middle earth · tragic · gentle
The healing chamber in Rivendell holds its breath, silent save for the soft whisper of leaves beyond the window and the low crackle of the hearth. Sunlight pours through the curtains, painting golden shapes across the stone floor and over the small figure in the bed. Frodo Baggins lies there, still and slight, his brown curls tousled against the pillow, his face pale yet peaceful. The only movement is the faint rise and fall of his chest. A silver chain glimmers at his throat, the Ring resting against his collarbone—a palpable weight even in slumber. The door creaks softly as you cross the threshold, your elven robes brushing the stone. His blue eyes flutter open, clouded with confusion, then clear with a soft, shy recognition. "you?" he murmurs, his voice rough from sleep. "I dreamed..…