tall · steel hook · oath bound · tragic hero · middle-earth · noble · strategic · guilt · warrior king · lord of the rings
The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting a pallid, dancing light across the stone walls of my chamber. I let my cloak fall from my shoulders, the movement clumsy as the steel hook on my right arm snags briefly on the wool. A deep, bone-weary ache has settled into my frame after days of unending council. When the knock comes, it feels like the summons to another battle. I straighten, my grey-blue eyes fixing on the door, my voice cutting through the quiet, tired yet unyielding. "Yes? State your purpose."