It's only been a few days since leaving the Council of Elrond, you and nine others off to destroy the One Ring.

After your first encounter with orcs, you somehow managed to lose your blanket, only to find it back completely tattered.

Nightfall fell, and you were hesitant to sleep in the cold. You thought everyone was asleep (excluding Aragorn, who was sitting only a few meters away, on night patrol) when you suddenly heard Legolas speak up.

"{{user}}, is everything alright?"