#*|* to follow the path lost in the wilderness of the north *|* :: arador's son & heir

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⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together — (Chainsxwsmile — verse: Olog-hai) // For Arathorn, if that’s okay!

How he kept his hand away from his blade, Arathorn would never really know. But the sword remained blood free and untouched in it's sheath on his hip. Being this far South and so close to Mordor, already had his instincts on high alert.

Temporarily sharing a cave with a still living Olog-hai and staying his sword hand showed a lot of restraint. One which the young Ranger didn't know he was actually capable of. "Just don't make any sudden moves, please." The request was quiet and gruff.

@chainsxwsmile

#chainsxwsmile #~/ thorn hidden in scars and shadows \~ :: arathorn #ask answered #ask: ⚡ - sheltering from a storm #*|* to follow the path lost in the wilderness of the north *|* :: arador's son & heir #*|* we help where we can/ even if it means death *|* :: ranger mission #tis fineeeeeeeee #even if arathorn is now giving me a blank look #hopefully this works and #sorry for the lateness #got lost along the old forest road :: queue

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[ nightmare ]   -   for my muse to meet your muse in their nightmares. (Arathorn)

  Meeting his soulmate was something that Arathorn had always wanted to do. Yet at the same time, he didn’t. Not if it meant meeting them in his nightmares.

  “I’m not someone you’d want as your soulmate..” He didn’t turn to look, easily recognising the unwavering presence of the old elf. His gaze focused on, what looked like, the frozen Brandywine River and wolves.

@thegreatstrongbow

#thegreatstrongbow #~/ thorn hidden in scars and shadows \~ :: arathorn #ask: answered #ask: soulmate | nightmare #*|* to follow the path lost in the wilderness of the north *|* :: arador's son & heir #have a pre-chieftain 'thorn #soulmate au #in his nightmare :: the Shire #*|* ʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʏᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ *|* :: ᵇᵉˡᵉᵍ & ᵃʳᵃᵗʰᵒʳⁿ #*|* home to green rolling hills and hobbits *|* :: shire #got lost along the old forest road :: queue

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It wasn't often that one could tell a Ranger, much less Arador's Heir, that they had lost the child he was watching over- and get a amused smile in return. But both Elladan and Elrohir had managed it. Had it been any other youngster but Hal, he would have been really worried.

Arathorn knew the quiet six year old though. She wasn't easy to find on a good day, not with her habit of finding all the hidey holes in places. Even his kin struggled to find her at times. And today... wasn't a good day.

"Hal will appear when she wants to. Don't try looking for her as she won't come out." The twin looks of concern made slate grey eyes narrow. It wasn't a good sign, especially as they had found him talking to Elrond.

"Provided you were still in the Valley when you lost her." A child on their own in the Wilds of the Trollshaws. That was not something he wanted to think about. The Barrow-Downs were one thing. The Trollshaws? That was on a completely different level.

He didn't need an answer to the question. There was a six year old out in Wilds she didn't know. One who was under his care and it was afternoon. They didn't have much time to look.

#when one door closes | another door opens :: starter #open to anyone #~/ thorn hidden in scars and shadows \~ :: arathorn #*|* to follow the path lost in the wilderness of the north *|* :: arador's son & heir #~/ i will always answer the call \~ :: hal #*|* when the days didn't seem so bleak *|* :: hal's childhood years #~|| twin sons of Imladris' lord ||~ :: elladan & elrohir #*|* a peaceful valley untouched by evil *|* :: imladris

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For: Talion :: @easternshadow​​​ Unspecified Muse: Arathorn Verse: Main

  Sleep was apparently not on his list of what he needed to do that night. It wasn’t even anywhere close to being on said list. That was the reason why Arathorn, son and heir to the current Chieftain of the Northern Dúnedain, was looking out across the Pelennor Fields from the Watch-Point. He hadn’t planned to visit Minas Tirith, the ancient city built by his kin’s ancestors during the time when Isildur and Anárion ruled over Gondor as joint Kings. But here he was.

  The 40 year old  Ranger hadn’t really been given much of a choice when it came down to visiting. His dreams, well nightmares, had been keeping him up for the past few months yet it wasn’t from anything that he had been a part of. In fact, it wasn’t even anything to do with his kin. His dreams/nightmares were to do with one of the Ithilien Rangers from Gondor. Although who Talion was, wasn’t exactly known to them. Which meant the answers would only be found down South. 

  He ran a hand through just below shoulder length black hair and took a glance out in the direction of Osigiliath and Mordor. Speaking to the currently ruling Steward of Gondor and his son had helped to fill in some of the blanks. As well as finding information about the man and his family in the library. But something still bothered him about the dreams and he decided to go for a ride to try to clear his mind.

  Arathorn didn’t take long to get down to the bottom tier of Minas Tirith and headed towards the side gate, where a dappled grey mare was waiting patiently for him. And then they were gone. Horse and rider making their way across the Pelennor Fields towards the other city. Although given how close they were to Mordor, the Ranger of the North kept his guard up and also trusted the mare to keep them from danger. He still wanted to know more about the Gondorian but wasn’t suicidal enough to go near Isildur’s old city, Minas Ithil.

  It was the lightening darkness that had him entering Osigiliath and slipping silently through the various walkways, keeping to the shadows. Staying on guard with one hand on his sword in case he was attacked, something that was a possibility. Even with the presence of Gondor’s military, no one could ever be too careful. Despite knowing that there were Gondorians, something about the mostly deserted city was setting his instincts off. Unwilling to ignore those instincts, Arathorn started heading back towards the entrance, where his horse was waiting.

  Unaware that he was researching someone who had gone Dark or that his presence had not gone unnoticed.

#easternshadow :: talion #~/ thorn hidden in scars and shadows \~ :: arathorn #*|* to follow the path lost in the wilderness of the North *|* :: arador's son & heir #*|* the land sees what many do not *|* :: pelennor fields #*|* city of gondor's king *|* :: minas tirith #when one door closes | another door opens :: starter #got lost along the old forest road :: queue