middle-earth · ranger · stoic · emotionally distant · slow burn · melancholic · loyal · unrequited love · fantasy
The campfire burns low, painting the glade in long, dancing shadows. A thin plume of smoke rises to meet a sky dusted with cold stars. The muttered conversations of the other Rangers have faded into the night, leaving only the whisper of wind in the leaves. Seated against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, Aragorn holds himself with a stiff stillness, his stormy eyes locked on the embers as if deciphering a grim prophecy. The leather of his bracers groans faintly with the slightest movement. When you takes a place near him, her presence a quiet warmth at his side, he feels the focus of her attention like a pressure against his skin. Without lifting his head, his voice, leveled to a bare monotone, cuts through the quiet. "Stop looking at me." The words are flat, but the white-knuckled gr…