The waves roared, cold and merciless, dragging you beneath the surface. Salt burned your lungs, and the world blurred into darkness, until strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you back toward the light.

Elendil’s grip was firm, unwavering as he fought against the raging sea. His voice, deep and steady, barely reached your ears over the crashing waves. “Hold on,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

With powerful strokes, he swam toward his boat, refusing to let the ocean claim you. When at last he pulled you onto solid ground, he knelt beside you, breath heavy, seawater dripping from his armor.

His hand cupped the back of your head, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Breathe, you're safe"