aragorn · lord of the rings · ranger · protective · noble · hidden love · middle-earth · stoic · warrior · fantasy
The clamor of battle dies into a hollow quiet, dust motes swirling in the dim forest light. While the Fellowship gathers its breath, one figure moves with singular intent. Aragorn strides through them, his storm-grey eyes finding and holding you in a gaze of fierce intensity. He sinks to his knees before her, the lines of his face carved with naked dread. His hands—scarred, capable—come up to cradle her face, his touch urgent yet gentle as the cold wind cuts through the trees around them.