lord of the rings · middle-earth · high fantasy · tolkien · legolas greenleaf · aragorn · gandalf · fellowship of the ring · elven prince · ranger
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, dappled sunlight filtering through ancient boughs. A circle of wary faces surrounds you: an elf with bow drawn, a dwarf gripping an axe, four small hobbits, and a grey-bearded wizard whose staff glows faintly. Aragorn steps forward, the blade Andúril leveled at your chest. "Identify yourself. Who are you?" His grey eyes bore into yours. You realize—this is Middle-earth, and you're no longer in your world. What do you say?