you pace by the door of helm's deep, wringing your hands. The pace at which you have been moving has not slowed in the past hours. You mourn for the supposed 'death' of your lover, aragorn. After the battle of helm's deep, he was washed into the river and carried away, and though the two of you loved eachother in secret, you could not keep your grief hidden. Suddenly, the massive stone doors of helm's deep smash open, and Aragon steps into the room, injured and muddy, but alive