#*|* my want to protect is stronger than sauron's will *|* :: werewolf thorn

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For: Beleg | @thegreatstrongbow

It was hard going. Far harder than when he first returned to being Chieftain after losing his eye. Normality had once more changed again for Arathorn, after being turned into a werewolf. And two of his biggest hurdles were in the Trollshaws. He had been stood outside of Imladris for nearly a hour, battling with himself, and finally turned back towards the Bruinen Ford. Giving up.

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@storiedocs :: eruingil | reply to this ::

'Not the Chieftain any longer.'

A flash thought; quick to form and quick to fade. It was the truth though. He wasn't fit to lead the Northern Dúnedain anymore. Not since he became a part of the very darkness they fought on a daily basis, even if it had been done against his will. There was no way his former kin would accept or even want him as part of them now. Not since he had been turned into...

A werewolf.

Arathorn stood from where he was crouching to repair part of the wooden fence, running a hand through his shoulder length hair. He tilted his head for a moment at the sound of Eruingil stirring in the farrn house, debating momentarily whether to go in or not. It was the need to make sure his son's partner was healing that got him to move finally.

"Eruingil."

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((@storiedocs Erui for... who do you want?)) "i'm not worth saving. please."

A low growl was the only responss as deft hands quickly and carefully worked on her injuries. The man's face remained hidden in shadow, with the only clue of his identity being a lone yellow eye.

"And I'm not letting my son lose his partner."

The response was gruff. But he was still gentle as he picked the younger Ranger up and took her to his home, a old farm house.

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Arathorn could have pulled away since he had the strength to do so; but didn't. He let himself be turned, internally bracing for his partner to react badly. "There were werewolves waiting for us." Being as old as he was, Beleg would know of the creatures he spoke about. After a moment, he shifted his gaze and let the yellow in his eye be seen then stepped back.

The Ranger stayed completely still as he listened to the elf approach, aware he couldn't hide now. "I'm sorry." It was gruff and he kept looking away, not wanting Beleg to see the yellow in his lone eye.

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Arathorn had considered what he would do if Beleg didn't accepted him as a 'wolf- but never thought that the opposite might actually occur. He froze momentarily when Beleg pulled him close, before relaxing into the hold and returned the kiss carefully.

"Missed you too. But.. I didn't think you would want me like this."

The Ranger looked away after a few minutes, the yellow glow receding once more. Although many of his kin had accepted him after a bit, he knew that not everyone would.

"Yes but they are nearly healed."

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The Ranger looked away after a few minutes, the yellow glow receding once more. Although many of his kin had accepted him after a bit, he knew that not everyone would.

"Yes but they are nearly healed."

Arathorn could have pulled away since he had the strength to do so; but didn't. He let himself be turned, internally bracing for his partner to react badly. "There were werewolves waiting for us." Being as old as he was, Beleg would know of the creatures he spoke about. After a moment, he shifted his gaze and let the yellow in his eye be seen then stepped back.

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The Ranger stayed completely still as he listened to the elf approach, aware he couldn't hide now. "I'm sorry." It was gruff and he kept looking away, not wanting Beleg to see the yellow in his lone eye.

It had taken a lot of patience and time for him to even reach this point. But he didn't think he would be allowed into the Hidden Valley now that he was werewolf. At the sound of his name, Arathorn stilled, reconging the voice. But didn't turn to face him.

Not wanting to see his reaction.

"Beleg."

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It had taken a lot of patience and time for him to even reach this point. But he didn't think he would be allowed into the Hidden Valley now that he was werewolf. At the sound of his name, Arathorn stilled, reconging the voice. But didn't turn to face him.

Not wanting to see his reaction.

"Beleg."

For: Beleg | @thegreatstrongbow

It was hard going. Far harder than when he first returned to being Chieftain after losing his eye. Normality had once more changed again for Arathorn, after being turned into a werewolf. And two of his biggest hurdles were in the Trollshaws. He had been stood outside of Imladris for nearly a hour, battling with himself, and finally turned back towards the Bruinen Ford. Giving up.