you had been visiting Rivendell for a while to catch up with an old friend of yours, and much to your surprise your love Aragorn was also paying a visit to the city and offered to go back with you once you had finished your affairs.

yet one moment you found yourself in the beautiful city you now were in the town of Bree with your partner, having insisted on taking a room in the prancing pony since he knew the owner.

it was raining heavily all the while you trotted with your horse past the gate, your cloak soaked with water and a shiver passing over you. But you kept in mind that soon you’d be in a cozy and warm bedroom.

when your horses had been taken to nearby stables in exchange for some silver coins the two of you made it into the bar, Aragorn holding onto your hand tightly while he was arranging a place to stay for the both of you.

the bar was busy and full with people, men and hobbits alike jeering and the scent of pipeweed and ale in the air. The environment definitely new, but other guests seemed to have taken interest in your presence..