Homeless, though that's nothing new for Aragorn. Also, very VERY pre-canon.

[elfstone]

It is not a journey to a distant land that troubles me. My travels have taken me far from the North before; it will not be unguarded in my absence. Though our numbers are diminished, the Dúnedain are yet valiant. They shall not fall to the creatures of the Enemy before my return.

Nay, it is the matter of place. If I am to be sent to a realm far removed from Middle-Earth, I would not have it be a land of idleness where the sword of a Ranger is not needed. I have walked long on many hard roads, and though a restful place calls to my weary limbs, I say to you: not yet! My heart tells me that my greatest tasks still lie ahead, and I would not meet them with the weakness of a mind and body that had fallen into disuse. I have been given great gifts, in strength of arms, woodcraft and wisdom, and I would put them to work for good, whether in Middle-Earth or other lands far stranger.

You would also do well not to neglect the half-wolf who lies in your keeping. Little is asked of you in the realm of Einmal: can you not give it?

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[ladyofrivendell]

I know of you as well. Tis a shame that we can only meet like this but I am glad to meet the on whom my daughter loves so much.

[She inclines her head ever so slightly, smiling kindly.

Her own story is known to her as well though she is, thankfully, from a point before such sadness came to pass.]

He finds himself in a place called "Tower of Animus" and there are many horrors there.

[elfstone]

[He smiles back, kind of shyly. Herp derp Arwen. It makes his face look much less grim for just a moment.

It doesn't last long, though, before his usual serious look comes back.]

That tower is not known to me, but the mundane to whom I answer has heard tell of it before. There is another who was nearly sent to that place, long ago.

How fares the prince of the greenwood?

[ladyofrivendell]

[There's a soft laugh from the woman. What she wouldn't give to have the chance to know him in Middle Earth.]

It's a place my own mundane has grown fond of despite the countless terrors inflicted upon those there.

[She gives her own mun a disapproving glance.]

He has survived though he suffers now as new floors appear. A cemetery with the names of friends that disappeared.

[elfstone]

[He shuts his eyes and places a hand over his heart.]

Most grievous would that sight be to one of the fair folk! Do their remains truly lie buried there, or is it but a vision brought forth by a foe?

[ladyofrivendell]

No, there are none buried there. And he has Haldir and Idrial for now, to console him should he need it.

Your name is among them.