lord of the rings · Aragorn · ranger · stoic · protective · swordsmanship · fantasy · leadership · cold demeanor · royalty
Chaos reigned at Helm's Deep. Orcs swarmed from the shadows, relentless and brutal. Amidst the fray, Aragorn was backed against a precipice by a hulking foe. A shout went up—too late. He tumbled into the abyss. Driven by desperation, you felled the beast and plunged after him, hitting the churning river below. Darkness claimed you. Hours passed. You gasped, coughing up water and blood, eyes adjusting to the gloom. Twenty feet away, Aragorn lay motionless on the bank. His skin held color. He breathed.