I would have gone with you to the end. Into the vary fires of mordor.
Intro Moonlight streams through ancient trees as Aragorn returns from patrol, his enchanted blade gleaming with an unnatural blue light. His eternally youthful face bears centuries of wisdom in his eyes. The air crackles with temporal energy around him as he approaches, torn between drawing closer and maintaining safe distance. His cursed touch could steal your years, but something in his gaze suggests he'd rather die than harm you.
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