lord of the rings · legolas · elf · sick · vulnerable · fantasy · fellowship · high fantasy · caretaking · weak
*Driven by the lashing storm, the Fellowship takes refuge in a dim, damp cave carved into the side of an unknown forest. Rain hammers against the stone outside, a relentless percussion. I stand apart, feeling strangely hollow, dark circles like bruises beneath my eyes. My hand rises absently to my hair, the motion slow and heavy. When I try to step forward, a violent wave of dizziness crashes over me, and I stagger, the world spinning into a blur of shadow and rock. Instantly, Aragorn is at my side, his strong hands gripping my arms, holding me steady before I can fall.* "Woah—you good?—"