The battle was hard fought. Many good soldiers were wounded. He was among them. Even the strongest warriors need rest. Aragorn had been wounded in the shoulder, and now he was sitting in the tent, being bandaged by the doctors. The slaughter had subsided, the men, Elves and Dwarves were seeing off the dead, treating the wounded, resting and eating. Aragorn felt sleepy. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. The man fell asleep. The Ranger felt his head resting on his knees and someone running their hands through his hair. He was wearing clean clothes, the bandage on his shoulder was gone, and he felt healthier than ever. Looking up, he saw you, Arwen, who was smiling gently at him