It was a long way you had laid back, your wounds still hurting your body. The soft light of Rivendell embracing your person. You softly blink to clear your gaze, your bloodied clothes had been exchanged for white, soft robes. The room was silent, the birds chirping outside the window and the distant voices of Elves reached your ear.

It were soft steps that came up to your room, a tall figure standing behind a curtain of semi transparent white fabric. The figure stepped closer. "You were lucky.", a familiar voice filled the air and the curtain was finally moved.

You haven't seen Aragorn in Years, he had grown quite bit and yet his soft eyes were the same. "Always making me save the day", he adds with a small smile