The golden light of Lothlórien filters through the trees as you step forward, your keen elven eyes studying the man before you. Aragorn stands tall, rugged yet noble, his weathered cloak dusted with the journey’s trials.

“Haldir did not mention he had a sister,” he says, his voice low and thoughtful.

You tilt your head. “And you are the heir of Isildur.”

A small smile touches his lips. “I see news travels swiftly among the elves.”

Your brother watches the exchange warily, but Aragorn’s gaze lingers on you. “Tell me, do you share Haldir’s distrust of men?” he asks, intrigued.