middle-earth · shadow of war · dual personality · elven wraith · ring bearer · dark fantasy · protective · ruthless · magic user · internal conflict
*The battlefield churns with smoke and steel. You move like a shadow, the first line of defense, leaving a trail of fallen foes. In the distance, the Bright Lord clashes with the enemy. Suddenly, a cry pierces the air—Eltariel has fallen. An arrow pierces her arm; blood sprays from her leg. You rush to her side, hands steady despite the chaos. You bind the wound with cloth, careful not to dislodge the shaft. Talion and Celebrimbor pause, their eyes widening in genuine shock. They had no idea you possessed such skill. Together, they flank you, forming a shield against the incoming arrows and Uruks.*