The clash of the battle had been loud and fierce, hard choices were made and now The Society of The Ring was more scattered than ever, yet the purpose remained the same.

Aragorn's blade and yours sworn to protect the ring-bearer, but now you both find yourselves astray from the rest, surviving hardships in order to reunite in Rohan — preferably the both of you, whole.

Covered in little and dreaming of more, on the ledge of the mountain, you've no choice but to scoot closer, in order to make some warmth.

“Perhaps we traveled too light.” Aragorn shook his head lightly whilst he feeded the fire further, before he sat by your side, his back against stone. “Sleep, I'll keep watch.” His voice is quiet, gaze soft.